[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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.]
[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]
[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]
[those are some extremely well-timed movements, and Mars's moan turns into a slightly strangled keen as Fox presses against him, his fingers curling around blue locks and pulling tightly on instinct. SORRY OF IT HURTS A BIT]
[it makes him cry out, but he doesn't sound entirely pained. with a breathless whine, he does it again, rocking against mars, seeking out that perfect angle that makes him see stars--or perhaps that's just what he sees in the sky above them, but either way it feels incredibly good]
[swallowing down another embarrassing noise, Mars hooks his fingers into the hem of Fox's pants. because as good as this feels, he knows it could be way better]
[fox bites his lip and whines again, but he doesn't try to stop mars, lifting his hips to help that along, his underwear mysteriously absent for some reason]
[and later, when that's all said and done, when all clothing is gone and satisfaction is achieved, Mars is going to curl up against Fox's side with his nose pressed against the crook of Fox's neck, fingers still carding idly through what are now probably very damp with sweat locks]
[they are, of course. most of fox is sweaty right now, but in a pleasant way. he has his lips pressed to mars's forehead, his legs tangled with mars', body still trembling from being overwhelmed by everything, by mars. he runs his hand up and down mars's back in a slow and steady motion, letting his claws gently stroke his skin here and there.
everything is quiet save for their breathing, the night sky above them twinkling gently]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Ren--
no subject
[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]
no subject
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]
no subject
[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]
no subject
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.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
Shit--
no subject
... Ren...
no subject
[swallowing down another embarrassing noise, Mars hooks his fingers into the hem of Fox's pants. because as good as this feels, he knows it could be way better]
Hey-- let's not. . . hold back.
no subject
... let's not hold back. Let me see you... all of you.
no subject
no subject
Ren, please.
1/2
. . . I've got you. Don't worry.
[and with that? he is going to shimmy down Fox's body to do his thing. SOME VERY LEWD THINGS!!!]
[. . .]
no subject
no subject
everything is quiet save for their breathing, the night sky above them twinkling gently]
no subject
. . . hm~
[there's a playful lilt to his voice, something that doesn't come out often, considering his usual state of fuss and grouchiness]
Feeling okay?
no subject
More than okay. I was just thinking.
no subject
About what?
no subject
About how we must be dreaming right now.
no subject
Yeah.
[no arguments there]
I kinda figured we were from the get go.
(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)