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[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...

[welp. it takes Mars a moment to respond since his shirt is busy being pulled over his head. and even then, any words he might have get caught in the back of his throat when Fox's hands wander across his chest. he finds himself struck with the sudden urge to pull Fox closer. and so he does, hands clutching his hips, dragging him forward until they're pressed impossibly together]

You'd-- [a breathless laugh of his own] -- better take as much as you can handle, that's for sure.

I--

[cuts himself off with a sudden sharp inhale as his and ren's bodies are pressed flush together, feeling a strong spark of heat coursing through his veins]

--I intend to.

[there's a lot more fox wants to explore first but... he can't help it, his hips roll against mars']

Good--

[Mars manages to get out that word before Fox's hips roll against his, the motion drawing a loan groan that rumbles in the back of his throat. for a moment, the entire world fades into while, and Mars can only focus on the jolt of pleasure that courses through him]

[he draws Fox into another kiss, this one eager and a little sloppy, hands now moving to remove Fox's shirt next as quickly as possible]

[the kiss muffles a noise like a whimper from fox's throat, and for a few seconds the only thing he can focus on is friction and heat and the slide of mars's tongue inside his mouth. it takes all of his remaining braincells in order to help mars take his shirt off, which thankfully is haori so once the tie is undone it can be shoved off of his shoulders without having to break the kiss.

as soon as they're both shirtless a hot shiver runs down fox's spine, the feeling of skin on skin contact turning everything else he wanted to say into nothing but soft, needy gasps]

[yes good. this is exactly where Mars wants to be right now. and with newly exposed skin to explore, he gladly allows his hands to meander across Fox's body, over the lines of his muscles (back and front) as he tries to memorize every single patch of skin with the fervor of a man who believes he'll only have tonight if he does so]

[. . .]

[and eventually. . . he pushes against Fox, trying to gently guide him towards the bed]

[it doesn't take much for fox to follow, even as he's so distracted he almost stumbles and trips, tugging mars with him until they both tumble down onto the bed in a tangle of limbs

and fox takes a moment to just... gaze up at mars, to take it all in, licking his lips in anticipation]

Ren...

[Mars's gaze is lidded, eyes dark with heat as his bangs fall haphazardly across his forehead. he grins down at Fox, mouth curved sharply upwards, knee sliding teasingly up the inside of Fox's thigh]

Hm. . . ?

[brings one of his hands up to bite his own knuckle, his cheeks stained a deep red as he seems to squirm under mars's gaze]

I... want to paint you.

Do you. . .?

[man, for being so easily flustered, in situations like this. . . Mars is very forward and almost domineering. his knee slides higher as he dips his head to press his lips against Fox's neck, nipping at it lightly]

You know I'm not opposed, but it's kinda hard to break out the paints at a time like this. . .

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