Marcus stares at him. He's just - the oddness of this whole fucking situation is gonna make him laugh, shaking his head and looking down at Tomas' hands.
"Trapped in a fucking sex pollen fairy fuck-land with a bunch of other mad buggers and no way to get home yet." He shakes his head. "We won't remember this then. Dunno what that means for you, or me." He looks up, studying Tomas' face closely.
"Those flowers didn't make me do anything I didn't want to." He licks his lips, nervous.
He laughs. "Yeah, it's pretty crazy. I... I got hit by the flowers again. Right after you did. Different ones, ummmm, all I wanted was to... try new things. And have sex, of course." He doesn't kknow why he's telling Marcus. Except, well...
"It felt like a relief. Like if it's the flowers doing it, it doesn't break my vows, like it's not me. I don't know, it's stupid." His shoulders hunch. "I don't know what I should be doing."
Marcus's hand feels very warm and heavy on his knee. Tomas tries to just take comfort from it, not... anything more.
He flushes at the mention of the confessional. "Have you noticed it came with an extra feature? A little... hole between the sides. Well. Not very little."
Tomas feels like he should be used to Marcus staring at him by now, god knows he does it enough. It's just hard to take it as casually when he knows Marcus might be... interested. "...yes. I said I wouldn't, when I found it, but it was... new. So I..."
Marcus narrows his eyes, thinking back. He'd walked in one day, heard some muffled noises, but it hadn't sounded like...Tomas'...voice. He licks his lips again.
"Yeah, I do." He clears his throat, voice got a bit strangled there, he's fine, "What did you do, Tomas? In the chapel where I sucked your cock?"
Tomas feels the change in the atmosphere like an electrical charge in the air. If he lets the lightning strike it will change everything, and he's scared. But what's the other option? Push him away? Let Marcus drift away into someone else's arms? Hawke's arms? That thought is even worse.
He swallows hard, licking his lips like there might be a taste left.
"...I went on my knees in there. It was... dark. And quiet. I could hear him but it was muffled. All I had to focus on was... was sucking it. Using my mouth. Like you did."
Oh, Marcus hadn't really expected this. He clears his throat again. "Did you - like it?"
He shouldn't really be asking poor Tomas. He should be giving the other man space. He should not be squeezing his knee and sliding his hand further up Tomas' thigh, leaning in closer. But he wants to know.
"Anyone can like having their cock sucked. Did you like it in your mouth?"
That hand feels like a slow breach of his defenses as it creeps upward, like Marcus is refusing to let him hide. Not too much farther and Marcus will be able to feel that he's getting hard again, talking like this.
He can't say it. His throat is too tight, too dry. He just nods, cheeks burning, avoiding Marcus's eyes.
"I wanna hear you say it, Tomas." Marcus cocks his head, working to catch Tomas' gaze. He squeezes his thigh tightly. "Tell me what you did, and why you liked it."
His mouth has gotten away from him, and it's not the first time in his life but he's going to blame the content on being stuck in this place for months. Or sheer frustration. But Tomas is answering him, and he hasn't run away yet.
Tomas sucks in a deep breath, letting Marcus catch his gaze. His eyes are wide and dark. "Marcus, please..." Is he really going to make him say it? The beep on his thigh suggests he will.
"I... I know I need more practice. I took as much as I could but I can't swallow all of it, I like how... how it feels, filling up my mouth like that. And... the taste."
His tongue slips out to run over his lower lip again.
"Tomas." Marcus is trying not to grin. "That's a little gay."
haha ha but really he's spotted that Tomas is getting hard and now he can't pick between staring at that and staring into those big brown eyes. He's got a hungry look on his face, but he's worried about crossing that line.
Tomas makes a face, and then sighs, the breath coming out in a rush. He's very good at lying to himself, but Marcus has always been very good at picking and pushing until the hidden things come to light. "...yeah. I know. I just..."
He shrugs. "I guess I'm going to keep disappointing abuelita."
Marcus shakes his head. "Shouldn't be a disappointment. You think that'd make her love you less? Then I suppose it's good she'll never know. Don't lie to yourself." Marcus snorts.
"For one, we've talked about this. If you feel ashamed, if you feel guilty, the demons can sense that. Dunno if they'll find the things you can't remember, but I wouldn't be surprised." gotta kill the mood with shop talk
Marcus looks at him. "Besides, I think you're - pretty fucking fantastic. So."
Well. The double whammy of grandmother and demons has taken care of the tightness in his jeans that was starting to be a problem. He leans back with a groan of resignation. "At least there's that. Thank you."
His smile is a little wry. "And at least it was you who heard it."
Hawke may have gotten him to say some things, but pollen doesn't count.
Marcus smiles at Tomas, looking at him softly. Now that he's killed the mood and forced Tomas into that admission, he feels a little bit guilty. He's pretty sure this isn't the best timing for it, but he's getting up anyway. He slides from the bed onto the sofa, his hand letting go of Tomas' thigh to cup his face.
There's no taking it back if he does this. That doesn't give him much pause before he leans forward and kisses Tomas, his chapped lips on Tomas' impossibly soft ones. It's a gentle kiss. Chaste, for now. The timing might be off, but Marcus couldn't go on without it.
After this conversation, Marcus moving in to kiss him doesn't feel like a surprise - it feels like a necessity. Tomas doesn't stop it, although he knows it's coming. He tilts his head up to meet Marcus's angle of approach and lets him close the distance, letting out a soft noise at the first press of his lips.
The kiss doesn't stay chaste for long. He deepens it, not shy about wanting to add tongue, and fists his hand in Marcus's shirt to pull him in as close as he can.
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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
"Trapped in a fucking sex pollen fairy fuck-land with a bunch of other mad buggers and no way to get home yet." He shakes his head. "We won't remember this then. Dunno what that means for you, or me." He looks up, studying Tomas' face closely.
"Those flowers didn't make me do anything I didn't want to." He licks his lips, nervous.
no subject
"It felt like a relief. Like if it's the flowers doing it, it doesn't break my vows, like it's not me. I don't know, it's stupid." His shoulders hunch. "I don't know what I should be doing."
no subject
He studies Tomas' face. Hm. "...That why I heard something suspicious in the Confessional the other day, though?"
No judgement. Just intense curiosity.
no subject
He flushes at the mention of the confessional. "Have you noticed it came with an extra feature? A little... hole between the sides. Well. Not very little."
no subject
Look, yes, he knows what a gloryhole is. Don't ask.
"And you used it?" No no - too late, he's picturing it, staring at Tomas' mouth.
no subject
He trails off. "You don't want to hear the rest."
no subject
"Yeah, I do." He clears his throat, voice got a bit strangled there, he's fine, "What did you do, Tomas? In the chapel where I sucked your cock?"
it's about tying themes together, you see
no subject
He swallows hard, licking his lips like there might be a taste left.
"...I went on my knees in there. It was... dark. And quiet. I could hear him but it was muffled. All I had to focus on was... was sucking it. Using my mouth. Like you did."
no subject
He shouldn't really be asking poor Tomas. He should be giving the other man space. He should not be squeezing his knee and sliding his hand further up Tomas' thigh, leaning in closer. But he wants to know.
"Anyone can like having their cock sucked. Did you like it in your mouth?"
no subject
He can't say it. His throat is too tight, too dry. He just nods, cheeks burning, avoiding Marcus's eyes.
no subject
His mouth has gotten away from him, and it's not the first time in his life but he's going to blame the content on being stuck in this place for months. Or sheer frustration. But Tomas is answering him, and he hasn't run away yet.
no subject
"I... I know I need more practice. I took as much as I could but I can't swallow all of it, I like how... how it feels, filling up my mouth like that. And... the taste."
His tongue slips out to run over his lower lip again.
no subject
haha ha but really he's spotted that Tomas is getting hard and now he can't pick between staring at that and staring into those big brown eyes. He's got a hungry look on his face, but he's worried about crossing that line.
no subject
He shrugs. "I guess I'm going to keep disappointing abuelita."
no subject
"For one, we've talked about this. If you feel ashamed, if you feel guilty, the demons can sense that. Dunno if they'll find the things you can't remember, but I wouldn't be surprised." gotta kill the mood with shop talk
Marcus looks at him. "Besides, I think you're - pretty fucking fantastic. So."
no subject
His smile is a little wry. "And at least it was you who heard it."
Hawke may have gotten him to say some things, but pollen doesn't count.
no subject
There's no taking it back if he does this. That doesn't give him much pause before he leans forward and kisses Tomas, his chapped lips on Tomas' impossibly soft ones. It's a gentle kiss. Chaste, for now. The timing might be off, but Marcus couldn't go on without it.
no subject
The kiss doesn't stay chaste for long. He deepens it, not shy about wanting to add tongue, and fists his hand in Marcus's shirt to pull him in as close as he can.
no subject
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.
no subject
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?"
no subject
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."
no subject
"It was a nice thought, but it definitely didn't work." He grins up at him. "He's been just as annoying."
no subject
"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?
no subject
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."
no subject
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.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)