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Marc’s moans rang out loud above Steven, pretty sounds of pleasure Steven would do anything to hear from him, lovely proof of the way Marc enjoyed their time together, intertwined, wrapped up in one another among soft sheets and plush pillows. It was a thing of intimacy, a think of desire and passion and love, one that took so many forms depending on the moment, and—though he had not thought to mention it, between the kisses they shared the moment they got home and the hurried undressing of one another—Steven had spent the whole day craving something slightly sweeter than what it seemed Marc had in mind.
Marc’s hips met Steven’s heavily, a firm press he so often ached for, rough movements he dreamt of so many nights, and yet, undesirable in that moment. Discomfort twisted within Steven, discontent at the touch he undeniably loved in other moments, yet one that did not inspire pleasure within him then. Should he have been in the mood for such a thing, Steven had no doubt that Marc could have made him sing his name with a touch like that. But as it was, though he knew how pleasureful of a thing it could be, there seemed to be very little enjoyment to be had in such roughness, seeming more crass than anything else in that moment.
“Ah-“ Steven features scrunched in discomfort, his breath catching as he pulled away from the touch, words leaving him the moment he noticed his own malcontent. “Marc, hurts.”
Steven did not have to say anything else, did not have to justify it, did not have to elaborate on what it was that he liked; Marc stilled the moment those words left Steven’s lips, lifting himself from where he lied to prop himself above Steven. His eyes were wide and clearly worried where they were focused on Steven, watching as he slowly relaxed, as tension Marc didn’t notice had been that of discomfort slowly bled from him.
“Are you okay?” Marc asked, his voice barely a murmur, reaching up hesitantly to cradle Steven’s cheek in his palm as their eyes met, doing his best to show in his gaze that Steven could always be honest with him. He had never given Steven reason to doubt such a thing, had never given him any reason to worry that being truthful could mean anything bad, and it made the gesture something that warmed Steven’s heart far more than he could have expected.
“Yeah, I’m alright,” Steven answered, honesty clear in his voice, eyes open and trusting as he looked up at Marc. Steven’s hand came to rest over Marc’s on his cheek, pressing further into the sweet touch, letting himself relax fully. “Just a bit too rough.”
Marc was more than receptive to the words, nodding before Steven even finished his sentence, worry clear in his features even as he did his best to tamp it down in favor of ensuring Steven was alright.
“I’ll be gentle,” Marc promised, his voice just as quiet as a moment before; poured into it all of the apology, all of the sincerity, he could fit. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Steven simply shook his head dismissively, a soft smile on his features as he looked up at Marc with such a blatant look of adoration that had never grown old.
“Told you I’m alright, love,” Steven assured, letting himself take the smallest bit of comfort in Marc’s evident remorse, his care, the way he had always cared so much about Steven. “I know I like it that way sometimes, just not this time.”
“Of course,” Marc agreed immediately, moving to run his fingers carefully through Steven’s curls, gentle fingertips brushing against his skin, a soft touch that painted love over everywhere it touched. “Anything you need.”
Steven all but preened at the assertion, eyes slipping half-shut at the sweet words before he gathered himself, wrapping his legs around Marc’s hips where they were connected and pressing up into the touch. Steven drank in the sight of Marc’s eyes widening above him, the way pleasure sparked its way through him visibly, a jolt that ran through him moving his hips wonderfully against Steven’s. “I want you.”
Steven’s voice was smooth and low where he spoke, heady words spoken from soft lips, and Marc could not even think to stifle the groan that left him at the sound. The sweet assertion of Steven’s unfettered desire, his clear expression of need, trusting Marc to give him all that he asked for.
“Anything,” Marc repeated, moving to slowly rock his hips against Steven’s, rebuilding the slow heat that always grew to encompass them, stoking the fire that had smoldered down into pretty embers within them both.
Marc’s hands ran lovingly over Steven’s perfect form where he could reach, gentle kisses pressed against soft brown skin, beautifully illuminated by the golden sunlight that spilled in through their windows. It drew out every detail of Steven, from the curves and valleys of his body to the pale freckles that dusted his shoulders, pretty constellations mapped out on his skin atop a softness that seemed so innate to him.
“I’ll be gentle,” Marc repeated, words then devoid of worry or apology, simply filled with the loving reminder that he would always care for Steven, would always give him what he needed, would spend his life doing anything to make the man he loved happy. “I promise.”
Steven arched against Marc at the words, a soft moan falling from his lips at his words, hands coming up to wrap around Marc’s middle, to tangle in his curls, a tangible hold so soft on someone who had always been so kind to him. Steven was sure that no one in the world was as lucky as him, no one throughout the ages with a love as sweet as theirs, something not even the gods above could have cultivated in all their divinity. The gift that they had was one they had forged, for them alone.
“I know you will, love,” Steven assured, breathless with just the kind of pleasure he had wanted, sensual and deep, a pretty thing of passion where it was shared. “You always know just how to touch me, always make me feel so good.”
Those gentle words were nearly enough to break Marc apart, his movements stuttering at the rush of bliss such sweetness gave him before he regained his composure somewhat. Pleasure was written across every feature on them both, matching expressions of ecstasy to be found within one another, intertwined adoration weaving a pretty golden tapestry of devotion.
“I love you,” Marc breathed, falling to press his lips against Steven’s neck, every lovely moan pressed against his soft skin as they rocked against one another. “I love you so much, baby, always love you, I promise.”
Those words, in Marc’s pretty voice, woven through with sincerity and more affection than Steven ever could have dreamed of, only pushed him that much closer to euphoria, so easy to meet when he was in the hands of the man he loved.
“I love you, Marc,” Steven moaned, crushing Marc tight to him, drinking in the heavenly feeling of Marc’s skin against him, with wonderfully no barriers between them. “Love you forever, promise, I love you so much-“
Steven’s adoring babbles were only cut off by a gasp of a moan when Marc rocked impossibly deeper within him, a blissful feeling of coming together in a way so intimate, a way so unique to them.
“I love you,” Steven moaned out, his voice barely intelligible between the moans that left him, open and unrelenting as Marc gifted to him all he could have asked for.
“I love you,” Marc promised back, and it was with those words repeated again and again, overlapping voices speaking forth the very same sentiment, that they fell off the edge of bliss into the heaven beyond, cradled in one another’s arms.