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.
It won't take long. Tomas holds onto him tightly, letting Marcus do the work as he just lets himself be taken apart. It feels so good and Marcus is the one making it happen, pulling him closer and closer to the edge before he bursts with a groan.
Marcus holds him tightly, pressing kisses to the side of his face. He never wants to let go of this boy, never, and that's - terrifying. He nuzzles Tomas' hair, closing his eyes.
"So good for me, Tomas." He kisses the top of his head softly. Not going anywhere.
Tomas stays pressed against him, just as unwilling to leave Marcus as Marcus is to levy him, but he has to muffle a laugh against his skin, lifting his head a bit to grin at him. "That is not what you usually say. I like it more than your yelling. "
"Well, not on this couch, but...." They're grown men, they do not exactly fit on this couch, not if they're planning to sleep. He could use a nap, but he doesn't want to put Marcus's back out to get it. "I am not going anywhere farther than the bed."
He will stand up and finish peeling his jeans off, wondering why both the humans and the fey refuse to sell him anything that doesn't fit like a glove.
Because Tomas' arse is a thing of beauty. Marcus had opened his mouth to scold him for being a little brat, and be so grateful he was staying, but - that ass.
"Good God." Marcus makes a low, tortured noise. "You are fearfully and wonderfully made."
look, it was the first thing he thought. He's gonna finish shedding clothes and get up, let's not mention it.
Once he gets his jeans off he lies down, lounging on the bed on his front because he's vulnerable to flattery and still feeling a bit liquid after that orgasm. He shoots a grin at Marcus over his shoulder. "Why am I not surprised that you flirt with Bible lines?"
Finding that out is probably the least surprising thing that's happened today.
Marcus chuckles. He...doesn't really know how to snuggle, actually, but he slips into bed beside Tomas anyway. He wants to try. "I thought it was a good line."
He stares softly down at Tomas, trailing his fingers down Tomas' spine. Able to touch him.
Fortunately, Tomas can more than make up for his snuggle deficiencies, adjusting until he's half-draped over him, resting his chin on Marcus's chest and grinning up at him. "It was a very good line, but I feel like you say that to all the boys."
He bats his lashes, inviting Marcus to prove him wrong.
Marcus can't even be annoyed with Tomas' antics, he's too busy stroking his fingers through Tomas' hair and over his shoulders and down his back - there's so much of Tomas to touch, and he can't do it fast enough.
"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out."
He smirks at Tomas, and steals one of those kisses.
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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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He sags against him, boneless and relaxed.
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"So good for me, Tomas." He kisses the top of his head softly. Not going anywhere.
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He snuggles closer to Tomas, stroking gently down his side. He hesitates, worried what Tomas will say, but - "Will you stay with me? Sleep with me?"
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He will stand up and finish peeling his jeans off, wondering why both the humans and the fey refuse to sell him anything that doesn't fit like a glove.
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"Good God." Marcus makes a low, tortured noise. "You are fearfully and wonderfully made."
look, it was the first thing he thought. He's gonna finish shedding clothes and get up, let's not mention it.
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Finding that out is probably the least surprising thing that's happened today.
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He stares softly down at Tomas, trailing his fingers down Tomas' spine. Able to touch him.
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He bats his lashes, inviting Marcus to prove him wrong.
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"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—
for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
your name is like perfume poured out."
He smirks at Tomas, and steals one of those kisses.
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