[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]
I don't expect you to return my feelings. I actually... never expect anyone to. I only want to be acknowledged. If you can recognize my feelings, that is enough for me. I would not ask for more than that, because I know it would be selfish.
[runs his hand done Fox's back, touch feather light]
I'm torn in so many directions that I dunno what to do about it. I can't be with. . . everyone I feel that way for. It tears me in too many directions and I wouldn't be able to give them all what they deserve.
But that doesn't mean that I don't wish I could. Sometimes.
[a small exhale]
I don't wanna get anyone's hopes up just to say, "I can't."
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Shit--
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... Ren...
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[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.
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... let's not hold back. Let me see you... all of you.
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Ren, please.
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. . . 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!!!]
[. . .]
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everything is quiet save for their breathing, the night sky above them twinkling gently]
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. . . 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?
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More than okay. I was just thinking.
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About what?
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About how we must be dreaming right now.
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Yeah.
[no arguments there]
I kinda figured we were from the get go.
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[ah, but like]
I've thought about it while awake, but I don't dwell.
I can't dwell.
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Is it painful?
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No. It isn't like it's unrequited.
It's—
[he hesitates]
. . . I can't. And I don't wanna give you expectations that I can't follow through with.
[though part of him worries he may have already]
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[another kiss, followed by nuzzling]
I don't expect you to return my feelings. I actually... never expect anyone to. I only want to be acknowledged. If you can recognize my feelings, that is enough for me. I would not ask for more than that, because I know it would be selfish.
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The problem is I do.
[runs his hand done Fox's back, touch feather light]
I'm torn in so many directions that I dunno what to do about it. I can't be with. . . everyone I feel that way for. It tears me in too many directions and I wouldn't be able to give them all what they deserve.
But that doesn't mean that I don't wish I could. Sometimes.
[a small exhale]
I don't wanna get anyone's hopes up just to say, "I can't."
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No.
I know that I can't.
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You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.
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Nah.
I'm not.
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