dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[artisticliberty]

[he lets out a low hum, deep in his chest, and tilts his head into that]

I like spoiling you. You need to be spoiled every now and again.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . pffft. snorts a bit]

I don't know about that.

[artisticliberty]

It's true. You carry so much weight on your shoulders, so much tension coiled up inside of you, ready to spring. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to take you apart...

[presses a soft kiss to mars's neck]

So, I spoil you.

[foolmetwice]

[ah. . .]

[stiffens a little bit, but the atmosphere is so cozy and soft and warm that any spike of uncertainty or anxiety that would accompany that movement stays buried in his heart, where it belongs]

[. . .]

[tilts his head a little bit. . . to allow more access to his neck]

. . . what's that mean? "Take me apart?"

[artisticliberty]

[obligingly fox kisses a path up to mars's jawline, letting out a warm sigh against his skin]

It means I want to do things for you that make you feel like you can let go with me, so you can let go of every worry that holds you down, so you can relax and be yourself without feeling like you need to hide.

[finds mars's earlobe and gently tugs it between his teeth]

It means I want to make love to you until you forget your own name.

1/2

[foolmetwice]

[oh my god]

[Mars shivers, a chill coursing down his spine, heat flooding to his cheeks]

[foolmetwice]

[but. . .]

[he does not seem opposed. he swallows thickly, tilting his head so Fox can nibble at his ears, eyes fluttering as his fingers continue to scrape across Fox's scalp]

. . . that's awfully forward of you, Fox.

[artisticliberty]

Forgive me. I cannot find it in me to be coy.

[fox shivers and wets his lips before murmuring directly into mars's ear]

I want... I want to shelter you, take care of you, cherish you, love you, hold you in my arms as you sleep and kiss every nightmare away. I know my desires are selfish, but... I cannot stop myself from wanting.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . huffs a little, mouth twitching]

You don't do things halfway, do you. . .?

[a breathless laugh]

I'm really fussy, you know.

[artisticliberty]

[chuckles, fond]

I know. One would have to be oblivious to have not noticed how fussy you can be.

[foolmetwice]

Because I'm fussy is the reason I've held back. I don't want to. . . overwhelm myself. Or dump all of my issues on other people.

[tugs gently at Fox's hair]

[. . .]

[and then tilts his chin up, mouth pressed against Fox's ear as he mutters]

You wanna know a secret, though. . .?

[artisticliberty]

[sucks in a breath and curls his fingers in mars's shirt]

Tell me.

[foolmetwice]

[presses a kiss against the spot just below Fox's ear, purposefully slow and warm. when he pulls away, he breathes out--]

My name is Ren.

[his words are breathless, rough as though filtered through smoke]

. . . try and make me forget it.

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[artisticliberty]

[his eyes hood and he licks his lips, as if already tasting mars on them]

... Ren.

[it's barely audible, just above a whisper, and fox lets out an amused huff]

[artisticliberty]

[and he winds his arms around mars--no, ren's shoulders and pulls him into a kiss, equal parts soft and exploratory, taking his time with it]

[foolmetwice]

[slides his arms around Fox's back in return, arching into him eagerly and wantingly, returning the kiss with everything he's got. Fox takes his time, but Mars attempts to escalate immediately]

[artisticliberty]

[it's not as if fox is going to say no to escalation. he does let out a muffled groan into mars's mouth, feeling heat spread through him like wildfire, and he tangles his fingers in mars's hair, gently tugging but not in protest]

[foolmetwice]

[drinks in that moan, a pleased noise rumbling in the back of his throat like a purr. one hand fists into the back of Fox's shirt, tugging it up so it rides up in the back, exposing skin that Mars is more than eager to explore with his fingers]

[artisticliberty]

[fox's skin feels hot, oversensitive when mars' fingers drag up his spine and he has to break the kiss to let out a moan, his cheeks flushed red. he had anticipated being the one to make mars lose his cool, but right now between the kissing and the touching, fox feels like he's about to melt]

Ren--

[foolmetwice]

[good. because as fussy as Mars is, he likes it when he's the one calling the shots]

[his mouth curves into a grin, hand continuing to glide up Fox's spine until his shirt is near his shoulders. and it's at that point that he draws back and tries to tug said shirt right off over Fox's head]

[artisticliberty]

[it comes off easily because of course it does. fox's torso is not riddled with scars, but there is a noticeable one across the front of his neck from betrayal that he isn't getting rid of.

but fox refuses to be the only one coming undone like this, and his hands move quickly to tug mars's top off as well, undoing the sash at his waist so things can come off more easily]

[foolmetwice]

[Mars is riddled with scars and tattoos, but he doesn't seem ashamed of them all. and it takes a bit of persistence on Fox's part, but he raises his arms above his head so Fox can remove his shirt easily]

[but that's about the only acquiescence he's giving right now. because once the shirt is gone, his arms slide around Fox's shoulders to pull them both flush together before he claims another kiss]

[artisticliberty]

[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.]

[foolmetwice]

[ah. . . now there's something to make Mars shiver. his body moves to seek out more of that touch, a light but encouraging moan of his own escaping his lips]

[artisticliberty]

[does it again, and this time he arches his body so he can form a sinuous line against mars, trapping heat and friction between them. he captures mars's lips in another kiss as if swallowing that moan, and has no shame in rolling his hips up in an entirely lewd manner, trying to get mars to make more noises]