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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
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[. . . 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]
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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]
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[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]
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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]
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[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?
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You are... so beautiful. I could admire you like this for days on end.
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[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.
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Not too much for you to take, surely?
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Absolutely not.
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Good.