Marcus makes a quiet noise of surprise into Tomas' mouth - he'd almost forgotten that Tomas is a hotheaded, saucy thing. How could he have? The other man only lived at full speed ahead.
Marcus slides his hand to the back of Tomas' neck and squeezes, trying to keep up with his hungry, searching kisses as he melts against him.
It apparently wasn't just a side affect of his pollen; Marcus likes to press close and squirmy all the time, and swings his leg eagerly over Tomas' lap. That's blown chaste right out of the water as he makes a hungry sound against Tomas' mouth and presses his hips down.
Tomas moans, soft but guttural, and he rolls his hips up to meet Marcus as he presses down. His hands start wandering not long after, pushing up the fabric of his shirt in a quest to find skin and touch as much of it as possible.
The realization that he wants this has been growing since the chapel, but he's pretty sure he's wanted it longer than that. He feels impatient enough for it to have been brewing for months in the back of his head. If Marcus has felt the same - he remembers something.
He pulls away with a quizzical look. "Did you tell Hawke we were together?"
Marcus groans, wriggling against Tomas and luxuriating in the shocking feel of Tomas' hands skating over his sensitive skin. He sits up, pulling his shirt off over his head so that Tomas has more to run his fingers over -
oh right. that.
He clears his throat. "Well. It. It was sort of an accident." it was not. "I - willfully let him misunderstand." lied "About us being...partners." and told him they were together. "I thought he might bother you a little less, obviously I was wrong."
Tomas slides his hands up Marcus's torso, not fully distracted but enjoying the attempt. He rubs his thumbs over his nipples curiously to see how he likes it - he's used to women, but he knows men like being touched there too. He certainly goes.
"It was a nice thought, but it definitely didn't work." He grins up at him. "He's been just as annoying."
Marcus bites his lip and closes his eyes, making a soft, needy noise. He does like that, very much, it makes him squirm and buck in Tomas' lap.
"Yeah, wasn't my best plan. I panicked." He grins lopsidedly, sliding his hands over Tomas' shoulders. He rubs his thumb over a fading mark that peeks out of his shirt collar. "Maybe I - was a bit jealous of all these marks on you."
Are they Hawke's? He bets they are. What's it say when you start recognizing someone's bite pattern?
Tomas grins, rolling the sensitive nubs between his fingers. He likes it when Marcus makes those noises, like he can't help it.
He also likes Marcus admitting to jealousy, it turns out. It brings a glint to his eye. "Maybe you should make some of your own." He tilts his head back, inviting him to do it and coincidentally showing off more of Hawke's handiwork. "On the right, maybe. That's my good side."
Marcus whines audibly, continuing to hitch his hips and grind against Tomas' lap. He can't resist that tilt to his throat, especially with the challenge of other people's marks still there on Tomas' gorgeous, soft skin. He buries his face in Tomas' neck, latching his mouth on Tomas' throat.
He kisses and sucks hungrily along the column of his throat, sinking his teeth into the curve of his jaw to throat. He sucks there, pressing his teeth, and all the while he keeps grinding his hips.
Tomas groans when Marcus starts on his throat, one hand moving from his chest to cradle the back of his head. When he bites, though, it gets a sharp whine as he melts under him, eyes falling shut. "Marcus..."
Marcus makes a hungry noise, plastering himself against Tomas' front. He bucks eagerly and sucks, nipping t Tomas' skin. He gets fascinated there, mouthing and sinking his teeth into the tender skin.
"Tomas, you're so fucking beautiful." He murmurs. Tomas' shirt should come off, too, Marcus will just fix that for him. Throw it across the room, doesn't matter, he needs to get his mouth back onto Tomas' prettily marked skin.
The sharp nips of Marcus's teeth leave him whimpering. With his own hands free he slides them down his font, skimming over his ribs - he still needs to eat more - and stomach to the waistband of his jeans. He hesitates there - making out is one thing. If dicks get involved... that seems kind of. Irrevocable.
Is this already irrevocable? He's pretty sure Marcus's feelings won't change whether or not Tomas touches his cock. And if he has to admit it, neither will his own. He starts working on the fastening, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. "Marcus... Marcus, may I suck your cock? Please?"
Marcus worries at the curve of Tomas' throat, sucking purple bruises over Hawke's fading marks. Tomas' hands have him writhing and shivering, his stomach jumping as Tomas' fingers slide over it.
Tomas popping the button of his fly makes him moan, which is embarrassing. He never thought he'd be here, never though Tomas' hands would be so intimately on him - never thought Tomas would ask him that.
"Sweet Christ, love, you can do whatever you want. Don't promise I won't pop off as soon as your gorgeous mouth's on me, though."
"It doesn't matter, not as long as I get to taste you." Tomas flushes even redder as soon as that comes out of his mouth. Letting himself have a taste of Marcus has turned into wanting all of Marcus and he's pretty sure he won't be able to go back. "Move, let me at you."
He pushes him to sit on the couch so he can slide to his knees in front of him.
Marcus sprawls back on the sofa, stunned and shocked by Tomas' eager forwardness. And turned on, he's also very turned on, did he mention? He feels like he's about to die when Tomas hits his knees, his heart thundering in his chest.
He spreads those long legs and pushes a hand into Tomas' curls, staring at him like he might disappear.
"Tomas, Tomas God above I don't deserve you - " He mumbles.
Tomas looks up at him with a bit of reproach in those big dark eyes. "You know that's not true. You know all of my flaws, Marcus." Marcus knows how foolish and reckless he can be, and he's seen how Tomas's lies to himself and others can get him in trouble. Neither of them are perfect, so they're perfect for each other.
But Tomas doesn't want to get into a debate about who's the better man (it's Marcus). He wants to get his mouth on Marcus's cock. He's getting skilled at rapidly undoing belts and pants and everything else that stands between him and his goal. Once he's freed Marcus's erection he grins and leans in, running his tongue over the soft skin, a soft exploratory lick.
They could fight about which of them is better all day, each advocating for the other, but to be honest at the moment Marcus' world has narrowed to Tomas, and Tomas' hands, and Tomas' tongue -
"Please, Tomas, oh God- " He gasps, stroking the other man's hair. His cock twitches against Tomas' tongue, and he trembles with the effort of keeping still. "God, Tomas, you're so beautiful. So good."
Tomas licks a few more times, enjoying the taste and feel of him. He trails his tongue up the vein on the underside, making a soft, satisfied noise, then swirls it around the head. He rests his hands on the older man's hips, feeling the tension there, and lifts his head briefly. "You can move, Marcus. I'll let you know if it's too much."
He is pretty sure he can take what Marcus gives him, and he wants him to let go and just enjoy this. He wants to make him feel good.
Marcus grips Tomas' hair carefully, easily, his sweet Tomas, must be careful with him - His hips hitch up, pressing against Tomas' mouth. He wants to rock into it, make Tomas mewl around the thickness of his cock in that pretty mouth.
"All right, Tomas, suck me." It's the voice he uses when they're training, when Marcus wants Tomas to just hurry up and listen to him already.
It probably isn't right that that tone in this context makes Tomas shiver and squirm visibly, but they passed right and wrong a while ago now.
His expression turns a little wicked and then he lowers his mouth back down, wrapping his lips around the shaft and taking him in as far as he can - farther than he would have been able to a few weeks ago. He's been practicing and Marcus gets to bear the benefit of it.
As always, the feeling of a cock in his mouth makes him feel so good, the weight on his tongue, the stretch of his lips - he likes it and not having to bother denying it is a relief. He bobs enthusiastically, soft muffled groans escaping him - not that he's trying very hard to stay quiet. He wants Marcus to know how much he loves this.
Marcus murmurs praise to Tomas as he chokes himself enthusiastically on Marcus' cock. God, he didn't expect this, certainly didn't expect Tomas to be good at it - he must have been practicing. Marcus moans, pulling at his curls and rocking his hips up into that sweet, sinful mouth and he wonders whose cock has been in that pretty mouth before his.
"God, Tomas, you're so good - You've been learning, haven't you?" He pants, writhing in his seat. "How many men have you been sucking wishing it was me?"
That might be a bit much of an assumption, but he's asking anyway.
Tomas knows it's rude to talk with your mouth full, so he isn't going to answer that question just now. He's much too busy sliding his mouth up and down Marcus's shaft, so entranced with it that his eyes start sliding closed, cutting him off from everything except the sensation - Marcus's hand pulling his hair, his mouth filled with his cock - and the wonderful taste.
He keeps one hand wrapped around the shaft, a safeguard to keep himself from sliding down too far and choking for real, but the other one reaches down to squeeze himself through his jeans. If Marcus doesn't stop him he'll have them open in a second to jerk himself off as enthusiastically as he's sucking Marcus's dick.
"Oh, Tomas - " Marcus bites his lip, trying to keep his breathing under control as he strokes his fingers through Tomas' hair. "God, you're beautiful, you're so - fuck, Tomas." He squirms in his seat, prick twitching against Tomas' tongue.
He looks down as Tomas gets his own jeans open and his mouth falls open in surprise as he watches Tomas touch himself as he - as - "Oh, fuck, Tomas - I'm going to - " He whines, his back arching with tension as he spills messily in Tomas' mouth.
Tomas doesn't pull off, he wants to taste and swallow, but it's a messy business. He pulls off when Marcus is finished, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he practically lunges back up into Marcus's lap to kiss him, murmuring against his lips. "Please, please touch me, Marcus, please."
He's so hard and he needs it so bad, he wants Marcus's hand on his cock.
Marcus catches him, pulling Tomas closer for messy kisses as the other man wriggles and writhes. He makes a soft sound, licking the taste of himself from Tomas' lips. God, he's beautiful - Marcus slides his hand down, wrapping his hand around Tomas' cock and squeezing gently.
"I got you, Tomas, shh, it's all right." He murmurs soothingly as he starts to stroke, hanging onto Tomas tightly.
He calms down when Marcus wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking. He shudders at the feeling of those long, strong fingers that he's been touched by a hundred times, but never like this, never so intimately. He rests his head on Marcus's shoulder, his breathing shaky as he tries to hold on against the waves of pleasure Marcus is pulling out of him.
Marcus wraps one arm around Tomas' waist, holding him securely as his hand works slowly over Tomas' cock. He stares at Tomas' face. God, he's beautiful. He just wants to hold Tomas tightly as he works him over, watch what happens across Tomas' gorgeous face as he falls apart.
Marcus murmurs praise in Tomas' ear, his voice rough and low. He wants to be sure Tomas knows how pretty he is, how good his mouth was, how much Marcus wants him.
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Marcus slides his hand to the back of Tomas' neck and squeezes, trying to keep up with his hungry, searching kisses as he melts against him.
It apparently wasn't just a side affect of his pollen; Marcus likes to press close and squirmy all the time, and swings his leg eagerly over Tomas' lap. That's blown chaste right out of the water as he makes a hungry sound against Tomas' mouth and presses his hips down.
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The realization that he wants this has been growing since the chapel, but he's pretty sure he's wanted it longer than that. He feels impatient enough for it to have been brewing for months in the back of his head. If Marcus has felt the same - he remembers something.
He pulls away with a quizzical look. "Did you tell Hawke we were together?"
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oh right. that.
He clears his throat. "Well. It. It was sort of an accident." it was not. "I - willfully let him misunderstand." lied "About us being...partners." and told him they were together. "I thought he might bother you a little less, obviously I was wrong."
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"It was a nice thought, but it definitely didn't work." He grins up at him. "He's been just as annoying."
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"Yeah, wasn't my best plan. I panicked." He grins lopsidedly, sliding his hands over Tomas' shoulders. He rubs his thumb over a fading mark that peeks out of his shirt collar. "Maybe I - was a bit jealous of all these marks on you."
Are they Hawke's? He bets they are. What's it say when you start recognizing someone's bite pattern?
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He also likes Marcus admitting to jealousy, it turns out. It brings a glint to his eye. "Maybe you should make some of your own." He tilts his head back, inviting him to do it and coincidentally showing off more of Hawke's handiwork. "On the right, maybe. That's my good side."
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He kisses and sucks hungrily along the column of his throat, sinking his teeth into the curve of his jaw to throat. He sucks there, pressing his teeth, and all the while he keeps grinding his hips.
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"Tomas, you're so fucking beautiful." He murmurs. Tomas' shirt should come off, too, Marcus will just fix that for him. Throw it across the room, doesn't matter, he needs to get his mouth back onto Tomas' prettily marked skin.
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Is this already irrevocable? He's pretty sure Marcus's feelings won't change whether or not Tomas touches his cock. And if he has to admit it, neither will his own. He starts working on the fastening, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. "Marcus... Marcus, may I suck your cock? Please?"
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Tomas popping the button of his fly makes him moan, which is embarrassing. He never thought he'd be here, never though Tomas' hands would be so intimately on him - never thought Tomas would ask him that.
"Sweet Christ, love, you can do whatever you want. Don't promise I won't pop off as soon as your gorgeous mouth's on me, though."
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He pushes him to sit on the couch so he can slide to his knees in front of him.
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He spreads those long legs and pushes a hand into Tomas' curls, staring at him like he might disappear.
"Tomas, Tomas God above I don't deserve you - " He mumbles.
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But Tomas doesn't want to get into a debate about who's the better man (it's Marcus). He wants to get his mouth on Marcus's cock. He's getting skilled at rapidly undoing belts and pants and everything else that stands between him and his goal. Once he's freed Marcus's erection he grins and leans in, running his tongue over the soft skin, a soft exploratory lick.
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"Please, Tomas, oh God- " He gasps, stroking the other man's hair. His cock twitches against Tomas' tongue, and he trembles with the effort of keeping still. "God, Tomas, you're so beautiful. So good."
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He is pretty sure he can take what Marcus gives him, and he wants him to let go and just enjoy this. He wants to make him feel good.
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"All right, Tomas, suck me." It's the voice he uses when they're training, when Marcus wants Tomas to just hurry up and listen to him already.
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His expression turns a little wicked and then he lowers his mouth back down, wrapping his lips around the shaft and taking him in as far as he can - farther than he would have been able to a few weeks ago. He's been practicing and Marcus gets to bear the benefit of it.
As always, the feeling of a cock in his mouth makes him feel so good, the weight on his tongue, the stretch of his lips - he likes it and not having to bother denying it is a relief. He bobs enthusiastically, soft muffled groans escaping him - not that he's trying very hard to stay quiet. He wants Marcus to know how much he loves this.
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"God, Tomas, you're so good - You've been learning, haven't you?" He pants, writhing in his seat. "How many men have you been sucking wishing it was me?"
That might be a bit much of an assumption, but he's asking anyway.
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He keeps one hand wrapped around the shaft, a safeguard to keep himself from sliding down too far and choking for real, but the other one reaches down to squeeze himself through his jeans. If Marcus doesn't stop him he'll have them open in a second to jerk himself off as enthusiastically as he's sucking Marcus's dick.
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He looks down as Tomas gets his own jeans open and his mouth falls open in surprise as he watches Tomas touch himself as he - as - "Oh, fuck, Tomas - I'm going to - " He whines, his back arching with tension as he spills messily in Tomas' mouth.
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He's so hard and he needs it so bad, he wants Marcus's hand on his cock.
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"I got you, Tomas, shh, it's all right." He murmurs soothingly as he starts to stroke, hanging onto Tomas tightly.
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Marcus murmurs praise in Tomas' ear, his voice rough and low. He wants to be sure Tomas knows how pretty he is, how good his mouth was, how much Marcus wants him.
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