"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.
He doesn't have to steal it, Tomas is more than willing to give it to him. He leans up into it eagerly, a soft noise escaping as their mouths meet. When they part, he laughs a little. "I do not think I ever expected a man being able to recite the Bible to be a turn-on. Clearly I was being really short-sighted."
He can't believe they didn't do this long before, it seems like... some kind of inevitability. Maybe it was just delayed because he was trying so hard not to think about it.
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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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He can't believe they didn't do this long before, it seems like... some kind of inevitability. Maybe it was just delayed because he was trying so hard not to think about it.