[PART SEVEN] - CLOSED
quick note; GUYS. please be aware that if you posted a prompt in part six and it is now screened, i have posted them to the post already - so that you guys don't have to. thanks for being patient and making the fill-a-thon such a success
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Eduardo wakes up before Mark, which isn’t unusual. When Mark sleeps, it’s usually like the dead, like he’s storing up sleep to keep in his reserves for those hours and days when he goes without any at all-Mark is a sleep camel, basically, no matter how much Eduardo tries to break him out of those kinds of habits. Eduardo gets up and doesn’t worry about making noise or jostling Mark as he leaves the bed and puts on a bathrobe, because he knows there are very few things that can wake him up when he’s like this.
He goes to the bathroom and then down to the kitchen, contemplating coffee but deciding he doesn’t want to be that awake yet; it’s a Sunday, and he purposely has nothing to do, a cleared work schedule and a boyfriend who will wake up and want to be entertained once he’s figured he’s been cut off from work, too. Eduardo makes himself a cup of tea instead and drinks it calmly, contemplating a blissful day of absolutely nothing. It occurs to him that there’s a proper way to start a day like today, so he drains his tea, leaves his cup in the sink, and goes back upstairs. He shrugs off his bathrobe and hangs it on the door, plods over to the bed in his boxer-briefs, and just looks for a minute, thinking.
Mark is asleep on his stomach under a thin sheet, the blanket long since kicked down to the foot of the bed on his side. Mark never stays under the covers long when he’s asleep, even when Eduardo pointedly tucks him in at night-he wakes up shivering, fumbling for covers he had wrestled out of at some point. Even now, the bottoms of his bare feet are sticking out at the edge of the sheet, which explains the mystery of his icicle toes against Eduardo’s calves in the middle of the night.
He is naked under the sheet, not having bothered to slip on clothes after their long, shared shower the night before. The sheet is thin enough that Eduardo can perfectly make out the curve of Mark’s ass, and it’s enticing and teasing-the sheet is low on his back but not low enough to show anything clearly. Coming to a decision, Eduardo decides to fix that.
He crawls onto the bed, pulling the sheet down slowly so that it’s bunched by Mark’s thin ankle bones, covering his feet up. He is met with the round, pale swell of Mark’s backside, and as he lays a palm to one rounded cheek, the semi he’d been mostly ignoring starts to stiffen in his briefs. He ignores it still to place another hand on Mark, this time on the other cheek, and he cups them gently, massaging lightly. Mark makes a sleepy noise and twitches under his touch but doesn’t wake. Eduardo smiles at him, because he can’t be called out on it while Mark’s asleep, and then ghosts a finger over to dip into Mark’s crack.
Mark twitches again, mumbling something into his pillow. Eduardo slides his finger down, rubbing it dry over the wrinkled skin it catches on, and watches Mark start to wriggle. Biting his lip to keep from chuckling, he presses the tip of his finger inside Mark and hears Mark grunt in his sleep, murmuring, “Wardo,” very flatly.
“Mark,” Eduardo answers uselessly, dipping down to kiss at the small of Mark’s back. He keeps his finger where it is even as he presses kisses all around, scraping his teeth over the little dimples in Mark’s ass and the goosebumps that follow his breath. He bites, very lightly, at the most rounded peak on each side, and Mark squirms, making the snuffling snores he usually makes when he’s starting to wake up.
Not wanting to be interrupted, Eduardo pulls his finger away and presses Mark’s cheeks together-his hips jerk hard, and Mark says, “Eduardo?” gruffly, half-asleep and half-awake.
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He leans in again and lets his breath puff out against Mark’s hole, so Mark knows what’s happening, and he pays attention to the way Mark stiffens and then relaxes. He pushes his ass up a little, minute but noticeable, and Eduardo takes it as the permission it is to duck down and bury his face in Mark’s ass, lapping at his entrance swiftly and firmly.
Mark shudders, repeating his name and adorning it with a hoarse, “Fuck,” tacked on at the end. Eduardo chuckles, making sure to send the vibrations straight through Mark’s furrowed skin, and says, “Dirty mouth.”
His shoulders, pale and smooth in the morning light, shake with a snort of laughter, and Mark says, “God, that was a horrible pun. I guess I’m supposed to say you should talk-oh, fuck.” Eduardo points his tongue and drives it into Mark, shutting him up promptly and making him descend into more muffled cursing and groans. He seals his lips over Mark’s rim and leaves a smacking kiss there before pulling back again.
“Shut up, you. It’s too early for your smart mouth.”
Predictably, Mark grits out, “Bite me,” and, predictably, Eduardo does, hard enough to bruise this time, right on the bottom of one cheek. Mark kicks his feet a little and swears again as Eduardo gives the other cheek the same treatment before moving back to his fluttering hole, licking into him thoroughly and letting his saliva slick the way. He fucks his tongue in and out, cataloguing the rising pitch of Mark’s groans, knows when he starts burying his face in his pillow he’s trying to shut himself up.
Eduardo doesn’t want that-he fits his hands under Mark’s hips and jerks him up, moving his face with him. He pulls back to bite out, “Hands and knees, obviously, come on, babe,” and Mark grumbles but clambers up. His cock hangs dripping and red between his legs, his balls heavy and musky when Eduardo nudges his nose there and licks at them teasingly.
“Shit, dammit, Wardo,” Mark moans, his arms shaking beneath him. Eduardo ignores the implied plea in his voice-Mark knows he has to say it, has to ask-and goes back to eating Mark out, sucking intermittently, letting himself drool messily into it. His tongue is stretching Mark wide open, licking where he contracts and pushing pointedly past any resistance. Mark grinds his ass down shamelessly, repeating Eduardo’s name again and again, cursing him and his mother and his stupid perfect mouth and-“Please, okay, fucking make me-please, I want to come, let me come.”
Eduardo gives him one last kiss there, nips at the wet, gaping opening, and then sits up. “Jerk off,” he says easily, and Mark’s hand flies to his cock, balancing perilously on one arm. “Don’t come before I do,” Eduardo warns, pushing his boxers down to free his cock, gripping it tight and jerking it steadily.
Mark says, “Yeah, yeah,” but Eduardo can see his dick twitch at the command, knows he gets off on things like that-why else would Eduardo say them?
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Mark says, “Ah,” and comes over his fist, quieting so that the only sound he’s making is his harsh, ragged breathing. Eduardo milks the last of his orgasm out, wiping his hand on one of Mark’s cheeks and then dragging his softening cock over the back of Mark’s thigh. Mark sighs and collapses onto his stomach, and Eduardo looks at him some more, eyes inevitably drawn to his spunk painted all over Mark’s skin. He relaxes in sated satisfaction, feeling more accomplished than this probably warrants.
“Beautiful,” he says, and Mark chuckles because he’s used to that, is getting better at hearing it. He cranes his neck to look back at Eduardo, and his gaze has him crawling up the bed, pulling his briefs all the way off and tossing them onto the floor. “Good morning,” says Eduardo, resting on his side, and Mark smiles at him, sleepy again.
“Morning. Did you wake up hungry?”
Eduardo laughs. “Now who’s making bad puns?”
Mark rolls his eyes. “Whatever. It’s just a little early for ass worship, in my opinion, but whatever floats your boat.”
“You float my boat,” Eduardo says very earnestly, and before Mark can mock him, he reaches down and pinches Mark sharply on the ass. “And it is never too early for ass worship.”
Mark scowls at him, but when Eduardo’s fingers drag through some of his come, he brings them up to Mark’s mouth and Mark cleans them off without hesitation. Eduardo wants to kiss him, but he thinks he should probably brush his teeth first. This notion is compounded by watching Mark stretch and grimace, trying to look down at his ass.
“Are you going to clean up your mess or what?”
“Shower,” Eduardo says, not a question, and not one Mark would say no to, anyway. Mark rolls out of bad, stifling a yawn into his fist, and he is puffy-eyed and probably hasn’t stored enough sleep yet, but that’s okay. Eduardo knows the best ways to wake Mark up, but he knows the best ways to tire him out as well.
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this is perfectly dirty and hot and amazing. HEARTS FOREVER.
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Seriously, I don't think you understand, Keep The Noise Low is probably at least my top three porn pieces in the fandom and I know you wrote like a 15,000 piece "companion/prequel" and I am just staring at it like SO MUCH GOOD PORN, WANT TO MAKE IT LAST, so haven't even started it yet. SO I read this piece to tide me over and oh my fuuuucking fuuuuck, so hawt. Your dom!Wardo is so perfect, because he's so so so sexy but still in character, so caring. Ugh, and holy fluttering assholes ksdfjsdkl;fjsdklfkjsd
This comment is coherent, just never stop writing porn, kay thanx
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YOU ARE RUINING ME FOR OTHER SMUT WRITERS WITH YOUR PERFECTION AND FEELINGS AND LOVE IN THIS.
UGH. THE ASS WORSHIP. NEVER TOO EARLY INDEED.
THE THIN SHEET AND MARK STORING UP SLEEP AND EDUARDO FINGERING HIM AWAKE WITH SNUFFLED SNORES AND SAYING HIS NAME EVEN BEFORE HE'S UP AND THEN THE RIMMING OH HOLY SHIT THE RIMMING. BABY LOVE YOU ARE THE BEST BEST BEST.
FUUUUCK. WITH THE. THE FINGERS AND THE 'PLEASE LET ME COME' AND THE TRYING TO SHUT HIMSELF UP AND EDUARDO COMING ON HIS HOLE 'CAUSE MARK WHIMPERS AND THE BANTER I LOVE THE BANTER.
I JUST ADORE THIS TO NO END. YOU ARE FUCKING INCREDIBLE MY DARLING! ♥
:STANNING FOR TEAM PRIDE A BIT ATM:
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thank you so much, love! hee, yeah, of COURSE you're stanning for Team Pride right now, we're BAMFS. 8)
(oh and by the by, remember your angsty one night stand prompt from forever ago? I'm working on it! I want to have it posted for the 'thon, and I'm gonna buckle down and finish it after I finish my neighbor AU. :D)
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AHAHA BUT SO ARE WE, ON TEAM LUST! ^^
(YES OH MY GOD YES. CASEY AND I WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS THE MORNING AND I WAS LIKE 'PLEASE LET ALLIE DO MY PROMPT NOW PLEEEEEASE' AND THEN YOU DO IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW TO PLEASE MEEEEE :DDDDDDDDDDD)
:loves on you: I AM SO PSYCHED FOR ALL THE WRITING YOU ARE DOING!
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