[Leave it to Steven to make this moment-- sappy, to make Marc pause momentarily, warmth spreading through him at those earnest words. It's cheesy and sappy and-- well, it's very Steven. That's what makes it so... striking. Something so important to him.

And as much as he's enjoying the writhing around, the way Steven uselessly tries to plant his feet, the way he rocks into Marc's hand with such urgency -- and he's picking up which things seem to get him into this space, which words send him whimpering.]

You always make me happy. [He promises, his tone a little softer, a little quiet even as his fist tightens around Steven's length, doing everything he can to coax him over the edge, send him falling apart.]

It's okay, Steven... c'mon, just let go. I want you to come for me, don't hold it back. Let me hear how good you feel. [This is probably all so very wrong, but-- if Steven wants it, likes it, then it's. Got to be fine. Right? It's okay.

Or maybe not. But that's something to fret about later, to worry about in his own time. Right now, he just wants to enjoy this, he wants to know that he's giving Steven something good, something he wants after doing the opposite for so long.]