[both hands come up to mars's chest, not pushing him away, sighing into his mouth as he gets lost in the kiss. it would be so easy to just surrender like this, to let mars take the reigns, he thinks as he curls his tongue against mars' and sucks on it, openly lewd.

but he's not in the mood to make things easy.

fox's hands wind around and find their way to the small of mars's back, and he rakes his nail-claws up his spine--not hard enough to draw blood--but enough so he can really feel them.]