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[foolmetwice]

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[HIT HIM UP WITH SOME MESSAGES SHOULD YOU CHOOSE]

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[artisticliberty]

[grins back]

I shall take a mental note.

[leans in and playfully nips mars's jawline]

[foolmetwice]

[a pleased purr, and Mars draws his hand across Fox's side, allowing it to come to rest at his hip. he tilts his head up a bit, giving Fox more access to both his jaw and neck, should he choose to take advantage of it]

[artisticliberty]

[oh he absolutely will. fox shifts so he's partially laying on top of mars, lips moving along his neck to the spot right beneath mars's ear, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss there before placing another one lower, and another one below that, covering as much ground with his mouth as he possibly can]

[foolmetwice]

[THIS IS DANGEROUS]

[. . . but Mars, as sated as he is, did tell Fox to take as much as he could handle tonight, so. . .]

[he's just. going to run his hands lightly across the backs of Fox's shoulder blades, silently encouraging him to dote on Mars as much as he wants to]

[artisticliberty]

[he wants to, so much,

but he's going to take his time doting on mars, not pushing for escalation just yet, though his mouth and his fingers are hot as they explore mars's neck and chest, leaving a few nips here and there, claws scratching gently where fox knows mars is sensitive]

[foolmetwice]

[it's less frenzied than it was earlier, but-- Mars kind of likes that, if he is being honest with himself. the content purr continues to rumble in his throat as his hand trails down Fox's spine, to the small of his back and then up again. every so often the purr is interrupted by a sharp gasp with kisses that brush across the sensitive patches on his neck, with claws scratching lightly across his chest]

[his hand eventually buries itself in the hair at the nape of Fox's neck, fingers curling to grasp at whatever locks he can, his grip tight but encouraging]

[artisticliberty]

[it's then that fox's kisses grow hotter, rougher, one of his tails curling around mars's wrist while he works on leaving a bright and obvious hickey on his neck.

he doesn't let up until he's certain he's left a very visible mark, licking his lips as he looms over mars, eyes sharp and drinking him all in]

[foolmetwice]

[HOW IS HE GOING TO HIDE THAT HICKEY FOX!!]

[spoilers: he isn't]

[Mars lets out a disappointed noise when Fox eventually stops, and he peers up at the other thief from underneath tousled bangs, one eye still gently shut]

. . . hmmm?

[artisticliberty]

[GOOD]

You are... so beautiful. I could admire you like this for days on end.

[foolmetwice]

[FFFFFFT]

[he'd shove a hand in Fox's face, but. . . the moment is far too intimate for that. so instead he just cards a hand through Fox's hair, taking his time to admire the strands]

You're impossible.

[artisticliberty]

[tails wag, pleased, and he nuzzles mars's cheek, full of affection right now]

Not too much for you to take, surely?

[foolmetwice]

[glides one hand across Fox's back, coming to rest at the nape of his neck]

Absolutely not.

[artisticliberty]

[WAGGING INTENSIFIES]

Good.