Searching [Romance AU]
Fandom: Original fiction
Summary: Marland's curiosity has an unexpected outcome.
Rating: MA
Notes: Contains explicit sex (handjob). Never thought I'd ever type that. *wry* Lots of swearing.
Set…sometime after Communicate.
A chippy is a…chip takeout. Usually with fish, but the way it's sometimes made wouldn't go down too well with Marland, so he just has the chips. Except they look like they're normally fried in the same batch so Marland might not be too keen on having the chips either
And in the UK, 'pants' usually means underwear - except I use it interchangeably. I tried to not use the term in case of confusion but that didn't work out too well. X3;;
Marland has a bigger vocabulary because he went to school. I think. This Marland just seems to like using a variety of words. XD;;
They feel ooc~ Nooo~ *nitpick nitpick*
Genre: Romance
Word count: 2,603
Status: Work in Progress
Marland lay curled up in bed, his front pressed up against Shodin's back, dim light drifting in through the curtains. They'd had a fun day out, walking around the local park and having a chippy for dinner. It had been quiet, and Marland felt the most relaxed he'd been in a long time.
Shodin hummed when Marland wrapped an arm around his waist and then he rolled his eyes as he felt lumpy folds under his arm - the way Shodin kept wriggling in bed, his top always rode up eventually. Marland pulled it down, his knuckles brushing warm skin.
He huffed a laugh into Shodin's hair when the other man squirmed at his touch. Was he ticklish? Feeling playful, Marland slid his hand under Shodin's top and started to explore Shodin's torso with light fingers, wondering if he would find a place that actually made the other man laugh.
Shodin's skin was softer than Marland expected -though, he wasn't sure what he thought it would be like- and Marland spent some time just getting to know the feel of it. Shodin practically jumped when Marland ran his fingers up his side, and when Marland brushed under his ribs, Shodin's breath stuttered.
Marland frowned, his hand pausing. That didn't sound like Shodin was trying to stop laughing.
"Ah, M-Marland?" Shodin's voice was breathless. "I thought you didn't…"
He froze, his good mood evaporating. "That…wasn't your ticklish spots."
Shodin chuckled quietly. "Ticklish, a little; sensitive, yes," he corrected.
Crap. He should have realised touching Shodin like that would-!
"Sorry," Marland muttered as he pulled his hand-
Shodin shivered and let out a low moan.
Marland blinked, his hand stilling. He hadn't heard Shodin make that kind of noise before. Cautiously, Marland moved his hand over the spot again and was rewarded with another moan, louder than the last.
"Are you…" -Shodin let loose a shaky breath- "planning on exploring every inch of my body like that?"
That…didn't seem like a bad idea, especially if he got to hear all the sounds that Shodin could make. But if he did that, Shodin would want them to have sex because he'd just turned him on - or had already turned him on.
Dammit.
Marland sighed. "And what happens after?" he asked dully, lifting his hand away. He wanted to keep running his fingers over Shodin's skin but not if it lead to that.
"I'll handle it myself."
Hearing those words, Marland peered down at Shodin. "…Really?"
Shodin hummed and slipped his hand under his top to grip Marland's. It made him realise how much warmer Shodin was compared to how he normally was. He could also feel Shodin's strong heartbeat under his fingers.
"I'd said I would, remember?"
"You don't want me to…" Marland started doubtfully. Yeah, Shodin had said that, but once it started, things had a habit of changing.
Shodin shook his head and Marland got a noseful of hair. Gah! He rubbed his nose, hoping it'd be enough to get rid of the itchy feeling.
"No. Not unless you want to."
Marland snorted, still rubbing his nose. That wasn't likely to happen - but he never thought he'd be exploring Shodin's body with his fingers either, or be curious about what sounds Shodin could make. So maybe it could happen.
After a few seconds' deliberation, Marland pulled his hand away and murmured, "Can you go on your back?"
Shodin did, turning his head to face him, an easy smile on his face. Marland smiled gently back as he propped himself up on an elbow after he'd pulled the blanket away, so he could see Shodin better.
Slowly, studying Shodin's face, Marland slid his hand under Shodin's top again. As soon as Marland's fingers brushed his skin, Shodin jerked and bit his lip to trap his groan, arching his back at the same time.
Huh.
Marland traced a different route this time, focusing more on Shodin's left side, since he couldn't reach that before. He listened as Shodin's breathing went rough and uneven, and watched Shodin's head twist left and right every time his fingers changed direction.
What piqued Marland's interest the most was the control that Shodin had, still trying to keep quiet, his hands fitfully clenching before relaxing again, sometimes making it off the bed before falling down. They were eventually buried under the pillow. He wanted to touch him?
Marland's fingers brushed by Shodin's ribs and Shodin whined high in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut as he tilted his head back to expose his throat.
If he pushed Shodin further, Shodin would probably try and do something to him but… Marland drifted higher, teasing dark skin.
"D-damn it…" Shodin gasped, his hair already spread across the pillow.
He wanted to see how else Shodin would react and there was the thrill of pleasure Marland got at seeing Shodin was like this because of him. And now he wanted to see if he could get Shodin to lose himself more that he started swearing fluently.
Marland frowned when his fingers couldn't go much higher, stopped by Shodin's top. "Take this off," he said, tugging at it.
"Wha-?" Shodin stared at him blearily for a second, breathing hard, his cheeks flushed, and Marland noticed there wasn't much left of Shodin's blue eyes, almost eclipsed by black. Shodin half sat up and stripped out of his top as quickly as he could before he flopped back down again, the top lost over the edge of the bed.
And Marland's arm was getting sore. With a grunt, he sat up, shaking his arm, trying to get some responsiveness back to it. He moved so he sat parallel to Shodin, facing him; that way, he wouldn't end up with a dead arm and his legs wouldn't get in the way.
He started to study the crisscross of scars that were sprinkled across Shodin's chest; Marland had only seen them at a distance, and those had been the recent ones that had needed patched up. A lot of them were thin and faint, but still… Marland followed a particular one as it cut from one side of Shodin to the other, feeling Shodin's muscles go taut as his fingers passed, wondering where exactly Shodin had collected so many. They didn't look right for regular scrapes and cuts, but they couldn't have been deliberate.
"Marland?" He looked up to see Shodin gazing at him, his eyes heavy. Shodin took a deep breath, his eyes flicking away for a second before coming back to him again. "Can I… I want…" Shodin took another unsteady breath, closing his eyes briefly. "Can you…take your top off as well?"
Marland leaned back, not looking at Shodin, his lips pursing. That…was usually the first step. "…And then what?"
"Nothing." Shodin added quickly, "I just want to see you."
That, Marland didn't believe. "That's all?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well…no," Shodin admitted, sending him a half-sheepish smile. Shodin bit his lip as he looked Marland up and down before he groaned quietly, turning his head away.
"There's a lot of things I really want to do with you right now but…" Shodin took another deep breath, shaking his head.
Marland tilted his head to the side as he thought it over. Shodin hadn't tried to touch him -Marland had never said he didn't like it; Shodin was probably being extra careful- going so far as blocking his hands with the pillow. Marland liked the touching they normally had with each other, but he didn't want this being ruined because things had happened too fast. But…
"All right." Marland pulled his top off and threw it over the edge. Shodin's response was a breathless sound as he ran his eyes over Marland, his lips parted.
He felt a - okay, a lot self-conscious under the scrutiny. "Just…" he started, unsure how to say it, "next time?"
Shodin's wide eyes flicked up to him, surprise clearly written on his face. "I can - I can touch next time?"
Marland nodded carefully. He didn't think Shodin would head straight for his pants (if Marland was assuming, he'd assume Shodin might try doing exactly this back to him, but he wasn't assuming) and he trusted Shodin to watch him like he had when he'd bandaged him up, or at least listen to him if Marland told him to stop.
He did not expect Shodin to screw up his face, biting his lip. "This just became a lot harder," Shodin muttered, his voice strained.
Marland couldn't help the thread of amusement that grew in him, and he couldn't help his small smile either, relief chasing the amusement. Shodin was actually listening and wasn't trying to negotiate with him about it.
"You, or not touching me?"
"Ngh, both."
Still smiling, Marland considered what would happen when he started exploring Shodin's left arm; he could do it, especially if Shodin reached over, but Marland didn't want that, and the image in his head just looked funny.
Which meant…
Shodin was going to kill him.
Marland stood up slowly on the bed, a hand on the wall for balance, keeping Shodin's mystified look in the corner of his eyes. He side-stepped over Shodin so he had one foot planted on either side of him and then sank down until he was straddling Shodin's hips.
Shodin didn't seem to be breathing as he stared up at Marland.
When Marland shifted a bit to be more comfortable -causing a little jerk and a whimper from Shodin- he realised he hadn't thought it through.
"I'm not too heavy, am I?" he asked Shodin, getting ready to stand up again, just in case.
That got Shodin breathing again, and he let loose a weak chuckle. "I…don't really care about that right now."
Marland sighed, frowning. He didn't want to crush Shodin's legs or stop the blood flow or whatever. "Am I too heavy?"
Shodin shot him a wry smile before he shook his head.
All right. Good.
Marland left Shodin's upper-chest alone -he'd come back to it later- and started focusing on Shodin's arms. He leaned forward and Shodin's breath stuttered when they rubbed against each other.
"You're-" Shodin bit back another groan, tensing. "You're doing that on purpose."
"Yeah," Marland confessed. He wanted to see that glazed look in Shodin's eyes again, and he wanted to know how far he could push Shodin. Which - was he trying to stop this? But he had to know; he had to know just how far he could push Shodin before he should stop.
Shodin buried his face in the pillow, his breath shuddering. "I'm going to die."
There wasn't an underlying displeasure in his words, which Marland found reassuring.
He pushed himself back a little so he wouldn't rub up against Shodin as much and then refocused on Shodin's arms. Shodin didn't seem to be as sensitive there, apart from his palms; he didn't react as strongly anyway.
Marland brushed the back of his fingers up Shodin's throat and Shodin arched into his touch, his breathing harsh. He started to trace the contours of Shodin's face, more because he just wanted to know the shape of his face rather than to check where he was sensitive. Over his eyebrows, around his eyes, down the bridge of his nose, over his lips. As soon as Marland touched Shodin's lips, Shodin's tongue flashed out and licked his fingertips.
His hand hovered there, but before Shodin could say anything, his face already apologetic, Marland continued on, wetting Shodin's bottom lip, feeling his sigh brush through his fingers.
He followed the line of his jaw and then went down the other side of Shodin's throat. Marland trailed his hand down Shodin's torso, watching him quiver. He lifted himself off Shodin and hooked his fingers under the elastic band of Shodin's trousers; before he'd tried to pull them down, Shodin pushed himself off the bed and wormed himself out of them with a groan. Shodin kicked them off the bottom of the bed as soon as he could.
Marland teased the hair around Shodin's cock, but kept his distance, circling around it. Shodin hissed, his hips jerking up. When Marland's hand ran down his inner leg, Shodin thrust again.
"A-ah, dammit, Marland, please," Shodin panted. "I need - I'm so hard it hurts. Please-" He whined high in his throat, arching his back when Marland trailed his fingers up his other leg.
It didn't bother Marland when he heard Shodin babble because he still wasn't trying to make Marland do anything, his hands not moving from where they were either.
And if Shodin was like this when Marland was just touching him, what would he be like if he wrapped his hand around his cock?
Shodin's head snapped up to stare at Marland as soon as he touched the base of Shodin's cock with a finger; keeping eye contact, Marland weaved a meandering path upwards. Shodin squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip as his hips jerked up helplessly.
"Mar - are you s-sure you want - ah!" Shodin's breathing was becoming quicker and shallower. Marland caressed his cock with his fingertips, not closing his hand. "Y-you don't h-have…" He groaned breathlessly when Marland lightly rubbed his cock with his thumb.
"I want to." And Marland gripped, stroking down firmly.
Shodin gave a strangled cry, his head snapping back, bucking into his hand. "Fuck!"
So that's what he had to do to get Shodin to swear.
He came up slowly and tried to go down at the same pace, but Shodin's hips came up to meet him before he was half way. Marland kept going, working out the rhythm Shodin liked and then changing it every once in a while, just to hear what he'd say.
"Oh, dammit, shit - that's - ngh, l-like - ah!"
Marland could feel the possessive pleasure thrum in him, seeing Shodin like this, swearing freely, thrusting into his hand, that Shodin was letting him do this to him.
It wasn't very long until Shodin came, shuddering as Marland continued to stroke him afterwards.
When he finished completely, Shodin flopped back onto the bed, taking heaving breaths while Marland cleaned his hand on his trousers. Marland slipped off the bed, avoiding Shodin's legs, found his top and pulled it back on.
He glanced down at Shodin, whose breathing was already evening out, his eyes closed.
"Shodin…?"
The other man twitched and then stared up at him, his eyes unfocused. "Wha-?"
"You're not…" Marland gestured towards Shodin's chest.
Shodin made a huffing sound, waving weakly at him. "You 'spect me to-" He stopped, grimacing. "Actually, could you get me some tissues, please?"
Amused, Marland did, collecting Shodin's clothes and placing them next to him before he left the room.
Shodin had succeeded in slipping into his trousers by the time Marland came back. Marland climbed into bed while Shodin cleaned himself up, humming at the warmth he could feel radiating from Shodin as he pulled the blanket over them again.
Shodin wriggled into his top and then wrapped his arms around Marland's neck; Marland slid an arm around Shodin's waist. They stayed like that for a few seconds, gazing at each other, before Shodin leaned forward and kissed Marland on the lips, making him hum again.
"Are you all right?" Shodin asked.
Marland smiled at him. "Yeah."
"Do you want me to…?"
He shook his head. He was hard, yeah, but it would go away eventually.
Shodin made a soft noise of acknowledgement before he closed his eyes and fell asleep straight away. Marland drifted off himself soon after, listening to the sound of Shodin's breathing.
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The negotiation bit that Marland's happy about is because Shodin wasn't trying, 'well, if I can touch you next time, why can't I touch you now?'
Trousers? Bottoms? Trousers seemed less awkward and less likely to be misread.
*snort* I was somehow having a mix-up with a previous version of Marland, because he kept chanting, 'Mine. Mineminemine,' in my head. Which, I guess came through in the end. XD
Sooo, when Shodin licked Marland's fingers, what was originally going to happen was that he was going to suck Marland's fingers, Marland would go, 'Oh, that felt nice; what would Shodin be like if I did that to his sensitive spots?' and then I looked at my word count and went, 'haha, no.' Plus, it might have started to be really repetitive. Is my excuse.
Summary: Marland's curiosity has an unexpected outcome.
Rating: MA
Notes: Contains explicit sex (handjob). Never thought I'd ever type that. *wry* Lots of swearing.
Set…sometime after Communicate.
A chippy is a…chip takeout. Usually with fish, but the way it's sometimes made wouldn't go down too well with Marland, so he just has the chips. Except they look like they're normally fried in the same batch so Marland might not be too keen on having the chips either
And in the UK, 'pants' usually means underwear - except I use it interchangeably. I tried to not use the term in case of confusion but that didn't work out too well. X3;;
Marland has a bigger vocabulary because he went to school. I think. This Marland just seems to like using a variety of words. XD;;
They feel ooc~ Nooo~ *nitpick nitpick*
Genre: Romance
Word count: 2,603
Status: Work in Progress
Marland lay curled up in bed, his front pressed up against Shodin's back, dim light drifting in through the curtains. They'd had a fun day out, walking around the local park and having a chippy for dinner. It had been quiet, and Marland felt the most relaxed he'd been in a long time.
Shodin hummed when Marland wrapped an arm around his waist and then he rolled his eyes as he felt lumpy folds under his arm - the way Shodin kept wriggling in bed, his top always rode up eventually. Marland pulled it down, his knuckles brushing warm skin.
He huffed a laugh into Shodin's hair when the other man squirmed at his touch. Was he ticklish? Feeling playful, Marland slid his hand under Shodin's top and started to explore Shodin's torso with light fingers, wondering if he would find a place that actually made the other man laugh.
Shodin's skin was softer than Marland expected -though, he wasn't sure what he thought it would be like- and Marland spent some time just getting to know the feel of it. Shodin practically jumped when Marland ran his fingers up his side, and when Marland brushed under his ribs, Shodin's breath stuttered.
Marland frowned, his hand pausing. That didn't sound like Shodin was trying to stop laughing.
"Ah, M-Marland?" Shodin's voice was breathless. "I thought you didn't…"
He froze, his good mood evaporating. "That…wasn't your ticklish spots."
Shodin chuckled quietly. "Ticklish, a little; sensitive, yes," he corrected.
Crap. He should have realised touching Shodin like that would-!
"Sorry," Marland muttered as he pulled his hand-
Shodin shivered and let out a low moan.
Marland blinked, his hand stilling. He hadn't heard Shodin make that kind of noise before. Cautiously, Marland moved his hand over the spot again and was rewarded with another moan, louder than the last.
"Are you…" -Shodin let loose a shaky breath- "planning on exploring every inch of my body like that?"
That…didn't seem like a bad idea, especially if he got to hear all the sounds that Shodin could make. But if he did that, Shodin would want them to have sex because he'd just turned him on - or had already turned him on.
Dammit.
Marland sighed. "And what happens after?" he asked dully, lifting his hand away. He wanted to keep running his fingers over Shodin's skin but not if it lead to that.
"I'll handle it myself."
Hearing those words, Marland peered down at Shodin. "…Really?"
Shodin hummed and slipped his hand under his top to grip Marland's. It made him realise how much warmer Shodin was compared to how he normally was. He could also feel Shodin's strong heartbeat under his fingers.
"I'd said I would, remember?"
"You don't want me to…" Marland started doubtfully. Yeah, Shodin had said that, but once it started, things had a habit of changing.
Shodin shook his head and Marland got a noseful of hair. Gah! He rubbed his nose, hoping it'd be enough to get rid of the itchy feeling.
"No. Not unless you want to."
Marland snorted, still rubbing his nose. That wasn't likely to happen - but he never thought he'd be exploring Shodin's body with his fingers either, or be curious about what sounds Shodin could make. So maybe it could happen.
After a few seconds' deliberation, Marland pulled his hand away and murmured, "Can you go on your back?"
Shodin did, turning his head to face him, an easy smile on his face. Marland smiled gently back as he propped himself up on an elbow after he'd pulled the blanket away, so he could see Shodin better.
Slowly, studying Shodin's face, Marland slid his hand under Shodin's top again. As soon as Marland's fingers brushed his skin, Shodin jerked and bit his lip to trap his groan, arching his back at the same time.
Huh.
Marland traced a different route this time, focusing more on Shodin's left side, since he couldn't reach that before. He listened as Shodin's breathing went rough and uneven, and watched Shodin's head twist left and right every time his fingers changed direction.
What piqued Marland's interest the most was the control that Shodin had, still trying to keep quiet, his hands fitfully clenching before relaxing again, sometimes making it off the bed before falling down. They were eventually buried under the pillow. He wanted to touch him?
Marland's fingers brushed by Shodin's ribs and Shodin whined high in his throat, his eyes squeezed shut as he tilted his head back to expose his throat.
If he pushed Shodin further, Shodin would probably try and do something to him but… Marland drifted higher, teasing dark skin.
"D-damn it…" Shodin gasped, his hair already spread across the pillow.
He wanted to see how else Shodin would react and there was the thrill of pleasure Marland got at seeing Shodin was like this because of him. And now he wanted to see if he could get Shodin to lose himself more that he started swearing fluently.
Marland frowned when his fingers couldn't go much higher, stopped by Shodin's top. "Take this off," he said, tugging at it.
"Wha-?" Shodin stared at him blearily for a second, breathing hard, his cheeks flushed, and Marland noticed there wasn't much left of Shodin's blue eyes, almost eclipsed by black. Shodin half sat up and stripped out of his top as quickly as he could before he flopped back down again, the top lost over the edge of the bed.
And Marland's arm was getting sore. With a grunt, he sat up, shaking his arm, trying to get some responsiveness back to it. He moved so he sat parallel to Shodin, facing him; that way, he wouldn't end up with a dead arm and his legs wouldn't get in the way.
He started to study the crisscross of scars that were sprinkled across Shodin's chest; Marland had only seen them at a distance, and those had been the recent ones that had needed patched up. A lot of them were thin and faint, but still… Marland followed a particular one as it cut from one side of Shodin to the other, feeling Shodin's muscles go taut as his fingers passed, wondering where exactly Shodin had collected so many. They didn't look right for regular scrapes and cuts, but they couldn't have been deliberate.
"Marland?" He looked up to see Shodin gazing at him, his eyes heavy. Shodin took a deep breath, his eyes flicking away for a second before coming back to him again. "Can I… I want…" Shodin took another unsteady breath, closing his eyes briefly. "Can you…take your top off as well?"
Marland leaned back, not looking at Shodin, his lips pursing. That…was usually the first step. "…And then what?"
"Nothing." Shodin added quickly, "I just want to see you."
That, Marland didn't believe. "That's all?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well…no," Shodin admitted, sending him a half-sheepish smile. Shodin bit his lip as he looked Marland up and down before he groaned quietly, turning his head away.
"There's a lot of things I really want to do with you right now but…" Shodin took another deep breath, shaking his head.
Marland tilted his head to the side as he thought it over. Shodin hadn't tried to touch him -Marland had never said he didn't like it; Shodin was probably being extra careful- going so far as blocking his hands with the pillow. Marland liked the touching they normally had with each other, but he didn't want this being ruined because things had happened too fast. But…
"All right." Marland pulled his top off and threw it over the edge. Shodin's response was a breathless sound as he ran his eyes over Marland, his lips parted.
He felt a - okay, a lot self-conscious under the scrutiny. "Just…" he started, unsure how to say it, "next time?"
Shodin's wide eyes flicked up to him, surprise clearly written on his face. "I can - I can touch next time?"
Marland nodded carefully. He didn't think Shodin would head straight for his pants (if Marland was assuming, he'd assume Shodin might try doing exactly this back to him, but he wasn't assuming) and he trusted Shodin to watch him like he had when he'd bandaged him up, or at least listen to him if Marland told him to stop.
He did not expect Shodin to screw up his face, biting his lip. "This just became a lot harder," Shodin muttered, his voice strained.
Marland couldn't help the thread of amusement that grew in him, and he couldn't help his small smile either, relief chasing the amusement. Shodin was actually listening and wasn't trying to negotiate with him about it.
"You, or not touching me?"
"Ngh, both."
Still smiling, Marland considered what would happen when he started exploring Shodin's left arm; he could do it, especially if Shodin reached over, but Marland didn't want that, and the image in his head just looked funny.
Which meant…
Shodin was going to kill him.
Marland stood up slowly on the bed, a hand on the wall for balance, keeping Shodin's mystified look in the corner of his eyes. He side-stepped over Shodin so he had one foot planted on either side of him and then sank down until he was straddling Shodin's hips.
Shodin didn't seem to be breathing as he stared up at Marland.
When Marland shifted a bit to be more comfortable -causing a little jerk and a whimper from Shodin- he realised he hadn't thought it through.
"I'm not too heavy, am I?" he asked Shodin, getting ready to stand up again, just in case.
That got Shodin breathing again, and he let loose a weak chuckle. "I…don't really care about that right now."
Marland sighed, frowning. He didn't want to crush Shodin's legs or stop the blood flow or whatever. "Am I too heavy?"
Shodin shot him a wry smile before he shook his head.
All right. Good.
Marland left Shodin's upper-chest alone -he'd come back to it later- and started focusing on Shodin's arms. He leaned forward and Shodin's breath stuttered when they rubbed against each other.
"You're-" Shodin bit back another groan, tensing. "You're doing that on purpose."
"Yeah," Marland confessed. He wanted to see that glazed look in Shodin's eyes again, and he wanted to know how far he could push Shodin. Which - was he trying to stop this? But he had to know; he had to know just how far he could push Shodin before he should stop.
Shodin buried his face in the pillow, his breath shuddering. "I'm going to die."
There wasn't an underlying displeasure in his words, which Marland found reassuring.
He pushed himself back a little so he wouldn't rub up against Shodin as much and then refocused on Shodin's arms. Shodin didn't seem to be as sensitive there, apart from his palms; he didn't react as strongly anyway.
Marland brushed the back of his fingers up Shodin's throat and Shodin arched into his touch, his breathing harsh. He started to trace the contours of Shodin's face, more because he just wanted to know the shape of his face rather than to check where he was sensitive. Over his eyebrows, around his eyes, down the bridge of his nose, over his lips. As soon as Marland touched Shodin's lips, Shodin's tongue flashed out and licked his fingertips.
His hand hovered there, but before Shodin could say anything, his face already apologetic, Marland continued on, wetting Shodin's bottom lip, feeling his sigh brush through his fingers.
He followed the line of his jaw and then went down the other side of Shodin's throat. Marland trailed his hand down Shodin's torso, watching him quiver. He lifted himself off Shodin and hooked his fingers under the elastic band of Shodin's trousers; before he'd tried to pull them down, Shodin pushed himself off the bed and wormed himself out of them with a groan. Shodin kicked them off the bottom of the bed as soon as he could.
Marland teased the hair around Shodin's cock, but kept his distance, circling around it. Shodin hissed, his hips jerking up. When Marland's hand ran down his inner leg, Shodin thrust again.
"A-ah, dammit, Marland, please," Shodin panted. "I need - I'm so hard it hurts. Please-" He whined high in his throat, arching his back when Marland trailed his fingers up his other leg.
It didn't bother Marland when he heard Shodin babble because he still wasn't trying to make Marland do anything, his hands not moving from where they were either.
And if Shodin was like this when Marland was just touching him, what would he be like if he wrapped his hand around his cock?
Shodin's head snapped up to stare at Marland as soon as he touched the base of Shodin's cock with a finger; keeping eye contact, Marland weaved a meandering path upwards. Shodin squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip as his hips jerked up helplessly.
"Mar - are you s-sure you want - ah!" Shodin's breathing was becoming quicker and shallower. Marland caressed his cock with his fingertips, not closing his hand. "Y-you don't h-have…" He groaned breathlessly when Marland lightly rubbed his cock with his thumb.
"I want to." And Marland gripped, stroking down firmly.
Shodin gave a strangled cry, his head snapping back, bucking into his hand. "Fuck!"
So that's what he had to do to get Shodin to swear.
He came up slowly and tried to go down at the same pace, but Shodin's hips came up to meet him before he was half way. Marland kept going, working out the rhythm Shodin liked and then changing it every once in a while, just to hear what he'd say.
"Oh, dammit, shit - that's - ngh, l-like - ah!"
Marland could feel the possessive pleasure thrum in him, seeing Shodin like this, swearing freely, thrusting into his hand, that Shodin was letting him do this to him.
It wasn't very long until Shodin came, shuddering as Marland continued to stroke him afterwards.
When he finished completely, Shodin flopped back onto the bed, taking heaving breaths while Marland cleaned his hand on his trousers. Marland slipped off the bed, avoiding Shodin's legs, found his top and pulled it back on.
He glanced down at Shodin, whose breathing was already evening out, his eyes closed.
"Shodin…?"
The other man twitched and then stared up at him, his eyes unfocused. "Wha-?"
"You're not…" Marland gestured towards Shodin's chest.
Shodin made a huffing sound, waving weakly at him. "You 'spect me to-" He stopped, grimacing. "Actually, could you get me some tissues, please?"
Amused, Marland did, collecting Shodin's clothes and placing them next to him before he left the room.
Shodin had succeeded in slipping into his trousers by the time Marland came back. Marland climbed into bed while Shodin cleaned himself up, humming at the warmth he could feel radiating from Shodin as he pulled the blanket over them again.
Shodin wriggled into his top and then wrapped his arms around Marland's neck; Marland slid an arm around Shodin's waist. They stayed like that for a few seconds, gazing at each other, before Shodin leaned forward and kissed Marland on the lips, making him hum again.
"Are you all right?" Shodin asked.
Marland smiled at him. "Yeah."
"Do you want me to…?"
He shook his head. He was hard, yeah, but it would go away eventually.
Shodin made a soft noise of acknowledgement before he closed his eyes and fell asleep straight away. Marland drifted off himself soon after, listening to the sound of Shodin's breathing.
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The negotiation bit that Marland's happy about is because Shodin wasn't trying, 'well, if I can touch you next time, why can't I touch you now?'
Trousers? Bottoms? Trousers seemed less awkward and less likely to be misread.
*snort* I was somehow having a mix-up with a previous version of Marland, because he kept chanting, 'Mine. Mineminemine,' in my head. Which, I guess came through in the end. XD
Sooo, when Shodin licked Marland's fingers, what was originally going to happen was that he was going to suck Marland's fingers, Marland would go, 'Oh, that felt nice; what would Shodin be like if I did that to his sensitive spots?' and then I looked at my word count and went, 'haha, no.' Plus, it might have started to be really repetitive. Is my excuse.