[ He wants to ask about it, opens his mouth to do so but the huff makes him bite his cheek, nervous and he doesn't know why. Having a sex drive isn't something to be ashamed of, right? Why is it they shared the same body but talking to Marc about it made him feel like he's going to burn up from the inside out.
His hips lift before he can stop himself even when Marc gets close. ] Sorry. Sorry. [ He swallows hard, choking the feeling down and planting his hips again, but he feels painfully sensitive. He stutters out a softer, embarrassed apology though he's not entirely sure why as the slow palming makes him twitch in his pants.
He's going to lose his mind. ] Marc. [ His name is bitten out, almost sweetly as he does as he's told. It's too easy, too good, a suck of breath does a little to calm his nerves but he doesn't mind. He feels like it's been eons since he's been touched, though it reminds him of Duat, of the warmth, of not being alone. It's a complex feeling and he doesn't have the ability to process it now. ]
I know-- I know, I trust you. [ He repeats, not really needing to say it but he's never been good at keeping his mouth shut. ] K-keep talking, please? [ It's a less sure request, more to the point than his earlier utterances, but he wants to hear that voice in his ear. Imagine the weight dipping on the couch. Marc's irritatingly talented hands on him. It's mental, he's mental, but he's fine with that if he gets a little taste of this. ]
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His hips lift before he can stop himself even when Marc gets close. ] Sorry. Sorry. [ He swallows hard, choking the feeling down and planting his hips again, but he feels painfully sensitive. He stutters out a softer, embarrassed apology though he's not entirely sure why as the slow palming makes him twitch in his pants.
He's going to lose his mind. ] Marc. [ His name is bitten out, almost sweetly as he does as he's told. It's too easy, too good, a suck of breath does a little to calm his nerves but he doesn't mind. He feels like it's been eons since he's been touched, though it reminds him of Duat, of the warmth, of not being alone. It's a complex feeling and he doesn't have the ability to process it now. ]
I know-- I know, I trust you. [ He repeats, not really needing to say it but he's never been good at keeping his mouth shut. ] K-keep talking, please? [ It's a less sure request, more to the point than his earlier utterances, but he wants to hear that voice in his ear. Imagine the weight dipping on the couch. Marc's irritatingly talented hands on him. It's mental, he's mental, but he's fine with that if he gets a little taste of this. ]
I need to hear you.