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[HIT HIM UP WITH SOME MESSAGES SHOULD YOU CHOOSE]

[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]

[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?

[GOOD]

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

[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.