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[. . .]

[lifts his hand, pressing it against the back of Fox's knuckles, his touch soft]

[his breath hitches at the touch, and his eyelids lower]

... ah. So this is real.

[. . . grasps at Fox's hand tightly]

Y-- yeah. It is.

[a pause]

Why. . .?

I just wanted to see you. Well... more than that. But I had to see you.

[gently runs his thumb over mars's cheekbone]

I won't ask for anything else than this. So... forgive me, please.

[takes in a shaky breath, eyes fluttering a little before he tilts his head (unconsciously) into Fox's touch]

. . . you're fine.

'S nothing to apologize for.

[leans in a bit more until their foreheads touch, and he closes his eyes]

Ren...

[. . . maybe it's the usage of his real name. maybe it's because Fox is so close, his forehead pressed against Mars's, skin warm]

[but something breaks]

[Mars takes a deep breath in and, somewhat reluctantly, he pulls away. but his grip on Fox's hand remains as he steps back, tugging him fully into Heart]

C'mere.

Close the door behind you.

[fox blinks, and even stumbles at first when he feels ren tugging him, but he follows anyway, his heart beating rapidly in his chest]

Yes?

[there doesn't seem to be anyone else around (BECAUSE IT'D BE AWKWARD OTHERWISE), but when Fox enters Heart he'll be able to see a nice pile of mattresses with blankets and pillows in the common room. Mars guides him past the pile, carefully stepping over it as he does so, towards. . . his room]

[he doesn't answer that question]

[fox has been to HSS several times so the pillow pile is not exactly new, but he is surprised by the route they're taking. still, he doesn't let go of ren's hand, and he swallows against the lump in his throat]

[once they both slip into Mars's room, Mars releases Fox's hand only so he can close the door. he rests his back against it and studies Fox carefully, almost-- conflicted? uncertain? like he's on the verge of making a choice, and he isn't completely sure going over the edge is the best thing for him to do]

[. . .]

[eventually, he breathes out--]

Stay with me tonight?

[oh

fox's breath catches in his throat and he just stares at ren for a moment, wide-eyed]

[and then he closes the distance between them, hands returning to ren's face, moving in close until he's almost crowding him in against the door]

Of course. I shall be yours, tonight.

[his breath hitches in his throat as one hand fists into the front of Fox's shirt. he tilts his chin up, lips scant centimeters from the other phantom thief's]

. . . just tonight. I can only give you tonight.

[no future promises. he still can't make any. but. . . he wants to make sure before anything else happens--]

Is that okay?

[fox's eyes lower and he instinctively leans in to meet ren's lips with his own, just barely touching]

... is that what you want?

Yes.

[there's no hesitation, even though the response is given in a low, breathless voice]

. . . but only if you're okay with it. I don't want to lead you on.

[if Fox can't handle it without a promise for more, then. . . Mars would understand]

[his lips quirk into a smile]

You aren't. But... you know I do not do things halfway, either. Especially not when it comes to those I cherish.

[I know]

[that's what Mars thinks, but the words don't make it to his lips. because instead? he slides one arm around the back of Fox's neck and drags him forward until their mouths meet]

[that's as good of an answer as any, isn't it?]

[fox chuckles into the kiss, and then quickly it segues into a low moan, his fingers traveling from mars's face into his hair, untying his ponytail and tangling his fingers in the strands as he explores the familiar contours of mars's mouth]

[Mars is more than happy to drink in that moan, especially as his grip on Fox's shirt tightens, his own fingers stealing into Fox's hair at the nape of his neck. for once, he isn't holding back-- and why would he? because if this is all they've got, all he can afford to give, then he might as well make the most of it]

[it's not a dream this time, and that makes so much of a difference, because Mars can feel his heart hammering loudly in his chest, skipping in an almost giddy fashion as he presses up against Fox, eagerly seeking more]

[fox's hands can't stay still where they are, wanting to feel as much of mars as he can, so they move from his hair down his neck to his shoulders and chest, lingering over his beating heart. he has to break the kiss for just a moment to catch his breath, and then he's diving in again, letting mars take all he can give, getting lost in lips and tongues and soft eager noises that escape his throat.

he presses close, as close as he can get like this, pinning mars against the door with his hips]

[oh jesus this is escalating quickly. but Mars leans into it, his hands wandering down Fox's sides and to his hips, fingertips sneaking underneath whatever cloth he can find to press into warm skin]

[underneath the yukata are fox's pajamas, and he's going to pause to shrug the outer coat off so mars can touch more of him, shivering when his fingers brush against bare skin. his fingers are working on any buttons he can find to try and do the same to mars, to get him just undressed enough so he can touch him without the barrier of fabric]

Mmh, Ren...

[he chuckles into the kiss again, either pleased by something or ticklish or... both]

[no buttons!! he's wearing his pajamas, which are just. . . a normal long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, so. but that does mean they're easily removed, should Fox make the attempt]

[for now. . . Mars lets his hands wander across Fox's hips, to the small of his back, then up again, traversing unfamiliar. . . (familiar? thanks to the dream???) skin and the contours of Fox's spine. he huffs against the kiss when he hears that chuckle, but doesn't pull away, muttering as he dives in to continue the contact for as long as he can]

What's so funny. . .

[yeah he's gonna tug the pajama top off and toss it aside so his hands can get at this prime real estate of shirtless ren]

We are not dreaming right now.

[... that doesn't really answer the question, but fox is smiling in a way where it seems like it kind of does? he gently runs his knuckles along ren's jawline, then down his neck]

Will I be able to have my fill of you tonight, I wonder...

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