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“You got everything you need?”

Steven asked frettingly and kept fluffing up and restacking the multiple pillows one more time onto the inflatable mattress covered with an old but soft blanket placed on the living room floor. This was the first time he had anyone over to stay the night at his place unless you wanted to count Gus the Goldfish, which he definitely didn't so he felt rather nervous.

Marc watched him and kept yawning repeatedly while patiently standing beside him waiting for him to finish up. The red-eye they took from Cairo after Marc finished tracking down an artifact smuggling ring was the only one available but they both wanted to finally get back to the States as soon as possible so they took it. Steven was in Marc's opinion probably way too obsessed with pillows, since he kept insisting that one was more than enough for him, but Steven couldn't sleep without multiple ones and kept at least three or four at a minimum on his bed for sleeping. Marc just kind of let him win this battle since he looked like he just wanted to go to sleep and didn't seem to care either way.

“I’ve slept in much worse. You keep forgetting I used to be a soldier and then a mercenary when that didn't pan out. Crashing at your apartment even on just the floor feels like a five-star hotel compared to some places I used to stay at. At least there are no rats or fleas, and you have indoor plumbing.” He shrugged his shoulders before all but collapsing down onto the thin mattress which was accompanied by the cacophony of squeaks and groans from the cheap inflated plastic material threatening to burst any second under the weight of an above average-sized adult male.

Steven cringed at the thought of Marc sleeping on it much less at the places he just vaguely described, but the other man seemed perfectly comfortable and content with just so little it was ridiculous. Even the clothes he was currently wearing belonged to Steven and as a result, he was practically swimming in one of his borrowed t-shirts since he had always preferred baggy clothing that would help him feel like he was successfully hiding from the world.

“You’re not just crashing here, I keep telling you my place is your place. You used to live here when we still shared our body too.” Steven said, while his heart was thumping fast as he remembered some of those nights when he suddenly woke up terrified from what must have in retrospect been Marc's nightmares and couldn't figure out why because he didn't remember them himself. He fought the sudden urge to lean down and press a kiss onto Marc's forehead to keep bad dreams they used to sort of share not so long ago at bay.

“Sure, you don’t want the bed instead? I don't mind switching with you.”

“I’m not taking your bed. Good night, buddy” Marc rolled his eyes and snuggled into the soft wooly blanket.

Steven cracked a smile at the nickname and said goodnight back before retreating a few steps to the right where the section of the flat served as his bedroom, sighting quietly to himself in defeat. He didn't know how to tell Marc that they could just, you know, share the bed, since they both used to sleep in it regularly, and after sharing a body sharing the bed didn't seem like such a big deal anyway.

It had been less than a month since they gained separate bodies and Steven sometimes missed the intimacy of it. They still occasionally hugged quickly or patted each other on the back as they walked by but that was about it.

Steven craved more but he would feel like a douche for doing anything to actively pressure Marc into it or even mentioning it for that matter. Although Marc seemed like he’d been initiating more and more casual touches lately as the days went by, so Steven didn't feel like he has a right to push it since he had already sacrificed so much.

After everything that went down in the final fight between Khonshu Ammit and Harrow and getting three separate bodies from other Gods for each of them as their reward, Marc just didn't have anywhere else to go since he had been letting Steven unknowingly live a normal life while he was secretly working as Khonshu´s avatar and traveling all over the globe while hunting down those that had the gall to displease the Moon God.

So, Steven offered him a place to stay. Not just because it was the least, he could have done for the other man, but it also made Steven feel better being close to him, knowing he’s safe since they no longer could feel the shared pain of their injuries or know where the other was at any given time. They didn't know about Jake and learned about him only after the split has been made and they found themselves facing rater unexpected addition.

To put it lightly it was quite a surprise when they found out that they shared headspace with a Spanish cabby driver with tendencies to stab first and ask questions never.

They still stayed in contact, but Jake didn't want to have anything to do with the supernatural side of their lives, so it has been sporadic at best. He just wanted to finally live freely without being chained inside their body. A view that both Marc and Steven could agree with and respect even when they decided not to do so.

The logical conclusion was to just have Marc stay with him while they figure out what the new duties of only one of them being the Moon Knight were and how to go about getting used to living as separate beings from now on after living as only one for the past forty-plus years.

A yawn interrupted his current string of thoughts, so he decided to let the memories be and slid into his comfortable bed shutting his eyes, trying not to think about the fact that Marc is lying on the hard cold floor on just flimsy bedding so close but yet so far at the same time. Maybe if he’s lucky, Marc will see a reason and join him in bed on his own. It would be nice to lay next to each other while sleeping and felt somewhat wrong not to when the option existed.

***

Steven jolted up awake at three a.m. to the sound of a scream made by a low voice raspy with desperation and what seemed like real terror, like pain, coming right from a few feet away.

“Marc?!” Steven bolted out of bed, his limbs half asleep as he rushed for the floor to wake basically his other half from what was clearly a nightmare. Marc sat up upon the mattress before Steven reached him, his hair was curled up from the sweat and hung on his face and his chest was heaving as he struggled to breathe.

“Marc? Are you all right?” Steven frowned and knelt next to the other man on the hard wooden floor not caring about his own comfort as his knees protested since they didn't appreciate the hard surface under them.

“Yeah.” Marc finally huffed, still looking down and refusing to meet his eyes, so Steven couldn't see his face.

“Do you want to talk about it? I could…. bloody hell are you hurt?” Steven suddenly noticed fresh blood on Marc's fingers and felt the air rush out of his lungs in panic as he started frantically looking around the room.

“Shit, I have a first aid kit somewhere. What hurts? Where are you -”

“Steven. It was just a nightmare. Go back to bed, I’m fine.” Marc groaned in exasperation, looking up at the ceiling and blinking back tears.

Marc showed him his palms which he must have clenched in his sleep so badly his nails cut into the shin and bled until the supernatural healing managed to close the wounds again leaving only a bloody mess behind as proof that it happened.

It must have been some nightmare since Marc literally stared death in the face multiple times over the years and didn't even flinch, what could he be dreaming about that would scare him enough to scream bloody murder? Looking closer, he could see him sweating through the shirt he was sleeping in.

“Oh, Marc.” Steven breathed and his bushy eyebrows pushed together in concern as he moved closer to the other man. He sat on the sweat-soaked bedding and reaches out for him, putting a hand on his knee and squeezing the limb under the wet fabric of the sleep pants.

“You’re very much not fine. Maybe it would help to talk about it?”

“Don’t make it into a big deal,” Marc said, his voice dry as a desert he once died in as if Steven couldn’t feel him still trembling from adrenaline.

“We’ve both seen some shit. Sometimes I get nightmares it's no big deal just go back to sleep I will be fine.”

Steven doesn’t get those at least not really since he never remembers any dreams at all. Which was probably by design on Marc's part when he started to think about it. Geeze, he didn’t even want to know what bloody hells was Marc surely shielding him from considering their past, how much trauma has he been missing over the years?

“Then if it's not such a big deal, what was it about then?” Steven pushed again expecting to be ignored but he had to try anyway.

Marc glared at him for a moment, his eyes hard and cold before he took a deep breath and softened a bit with a deep sight knowing Steven won't just give up, his shoulders slumped as he puts his hand on top of Stephens and squeezed as if to anchor himself in the presence before delving back into the bad dream he just woke up from.

“Most of the time it’s people I didn’t save. People I knew that didn’t make it, but something else has been fucking with me lately.”

“Like what?” Steven’s felt his heart sink in trepidation, hoping to Gods it had nothing to do with him. Did he pressure Marc too much by asking him to stay in his apartment? Marc has been forced over their life to constantly protect him maybe he finally wanted to be free? Knowing him, it’s possible, he’s maybe staying because he feels obligated to do so.

“You know when you saved me and then fell overboard?” Marc grimaced and Steven felt his blood run cold at the memory of being dragged by monsters down into the sand of Duat before he became a statue made from it.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Before then, I really didn’t care too much if I lived, as long as I died for something meaningful, or as long as my death didn’t hurt anyone else.” Marc shuddered. “But when you sacrificed yourself, I was terrified of dying because I didn’t want to die before I could save you. I-I wanted to keep living because of you and now I keep dreaming that I did die there for real and it’s so fucked that it scares me because I’m thinking of myself dying instead of you. I never really knew I could be such a selfish asshole until now.”

“Marc, what?” Steven frowned in disbelief. “You almost did die too for real and there would be no more resurrections to fix that since Khonshu was imprisoned and our powers of healing were gone. That would scare the hell out of anyone. You’re not selfish for being uh…” He blinked for a moment, trying to find the right words. “For being traumatized by something like that for goodness sake."

“How would you have felt in my place?” Marc asked, looking down again, so Steven can’t see his eyes because they were hidden by those unruly curls which Marc kept using to create a perfect curtain to hide his expression behind.

“I don’t know,” Steven answers honestly. “I mean, devastated? I can’t imagine not knowing you, or not suddenly having you around anymore. I don’t know what I would have felt. But if you died back then the whole world wouldn’t have made it without you either, but as far as me, yeah, I just… I don’t know, but one thing for sure I couldn’t survive losing you.”

Without a word, Marc’s arms were suddenly around him, thrown over his shoulders, squeezing him tight, the damp fabric of his shirt pressed against Stevens’s chest slowly soaking his own as well.

“Marc?” Steven whispers as he hugged the other man back, squeezing like he did the first time they were able to touch each other when they were stuck in the afterlife appearing to be a mental asylum. “Hey, hey shhh are you okay?”

“Don’t say anything,” Marc said, his voice almost steady again as he buried his face in Steven’s neck, holding onto him for another moment before he pressed his nose to Steven’s collar inhaling his scent deeply.

Steven opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it, remembering Marc’s instructions as he lets the hot breath on his neck tickle him. He felt surprised at just how good the feeling of it felt and his whole body shuddered in pleasure when it was suddenly replaced by a feather-like touch of lips instead. Steven practically jumped out of his skin and inhaled sharply as well but for a much different reason.

Marc chuckled and kissed his temple, took his arms away, and let Steven finally see his face. There were tear tracks, but Marc wiped them quickly off and smiled softly as he looked Steven dead straight in the eye searching for something. Whatever it was he had found there caused him suddenly to pull the sweat-soaked shirt off over his head. Leaving his chest completely bare in the pale moon's light lighting up the room from the outside window.

“Marc!” Seven’s face turned deep red at the unexpected sight. Technically he hasn’t ever seen Marc this much naked before. Not since they were separated and there were subtle differences between them by now. Not that Steven wasn’t still in great shape, but the month apart turned his muscles slightly softer. His abbs are no longer as defined as before. The time apart had the opposite effect on Marc who no longer had to spend several hours sitting behind a giftshop desk and could focus more on honing up his body into a perfect weapon. Steven finally blinked forcing himself to look away.

“Y-You can’t just… You… Warn a guy, will you?!”

Marc laughed for real this time, his eyes bright again and Steven felt compelled to look again as much as he pleased. Over the other man's pert nipples, down to his slender waist, and bunched up the fabric of sleep trousers that tented at Steven’s gaze.

“Like what you see buddy?”

“I…” Steven stammered. Realizing suddenly, he was hard too. He hasn’t gotten an erection so quickly since he was a teenager as he felt his own pants tent up.

“I guess that’s a yes,” Marc smirked, and without further ado started to slide his hand up Steven’s clothed thigh. Steven usually runs cold at night, so he’d been sleeping in long old baggy pants, so he didn’t bother with wearing any underwear under them. Which means there’s no way to hide the way his cock is tenting the fabric.

“Can I?”

“Weren’t you just crying?”

“Maybe.” Marc cocked an eyebrow. “And?”

“Marc.” Seven breathed exasperated, reaching out and putting his hand on his cheek, softening when Marc leans into the touch. “Are you okay? Seriously. We don’t have to do anything if you just want to feel something else instead, I could just hold you until you fall asleep and keep watching out in case you start having a bad dream again. I don’t want you to regret anything. This is too big to mess up.”

“I’m okay.” Marc rolled his eyes. “I had a nightmare, but you’re here and that means that everything is just fine. I’d actually feel a lot better going back to sleep if we got my mind off it my way.” He smirked again, the fire back in his eyes as he looked up at Steven. That’s the Marc he knows.

“But only if you want this too.” He added softly and suddenly the air in the room was very heavy.

Steven let out a helpless sound as he leaned in to catch Marc in a kiss, pressing their lips together harder than he meant to and suppressing a moan when Marc slides his tongue into his mouth. He didn't put up a fight. Marc’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, to explore his mouth while Steven submitted to it. He put a hand on his waist and slid it around just so he could feel the rather slutty way Marc arched his back as they started to make out. Fuck he knew exactly how to get to him since he had previous knowledge of all the places that would feel good.

Marc climbed into his lap, straddling Stevens's thighs as the tip of his cock peeked over the waistline of his trousers smearing pre-come over their collective abs. He took Steven’s hand as he sucked his lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on it as he guided the hand to his ass, letting Steven touch and squeeze.

“Touch me.” He commanded as soon as they broke the kiss, resting his forehead on Steven’s.

Steven gulped as he pushed the fabric resolutely away and wrapped his hand around Marc's length while looking up at him for signs of pleasure as he started to stroke it.

Marc signed, his head tipping back as he arched his back again, pushing his hips up into Steven’s touch. “Took you long enough.”

“I was being a gentleman!” Steven pouted, but then Marc moaned, low and raspy, and he forgot how to form words again.

“You wanna make me feel better, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, Marc. Of course.” Steven asked confused at the non-sequitur.

“Then fuck my brains out.” He breathed like it was the most casual request in the world, not a proposition for them to make love for the very first time. He fell back out of Steven’s lap, so he’s sprawled out on the bed, legs still open.

“What!?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea.” Marc frowns
ed, propping himself up on his elbows. “I can fuck your brains out too, but I’m…” He glances off to the side. “I’m having a rough night and as far as I know you have never done this before and deserve a much better first time bottoming when I can fully focus on you, so getting plowed by you into your mattress instead sounds pretty relaxing right now.”

“O-Okay.” Steven stammered blushing at Marc's right assumption regarding his experience, nodding so fast he dizzies himself as he stands up.

“Come to my bed. I don’t want to do this on the floor with you either.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I want this inflatable mattress to be involved. It's not springy enough” Marc grinned, standing up too and taking Steven’s hand to tug him to the nearby bed while casually shrugging off all the pieces of clothing on the way. He’s so comfortable just being naked, Steven dreads what he’s going to be like when it's his turn.

“I assume you have what we need.”

“Y-Yeah. Nightstand drawer.”

Steven swallowed as Marc crawled onto the bed, lying on his back completely naked, propped up against the pillows with his thighs parted. Gods, every part of him just looked so perfectly hard and smooth, Steven wondered what it’d be like to lick every inch of that pale skin as he fumbled to open his bedside drawer.

“You gonna keep that thing hidden? Not like I haven’t seen it before.” Marc asked with a raised eyebrow as he pointed towards the wet spot forming on Steven’s own sleep pants.

Steven blushed and wordlessly tosses a condom he had kept for mostly a principle of it since he had never needed one until today and a half-used already a bottle of lube, which he definitely needed quite often, especially lately onto the sheets next to Marc before hooking his thumbs around the waistband of his pants and dropped the fabric to the floor.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw Marc's reaction at the sight of his unclothed body. He technically hasn’t had any sex in his own life span, but he did know what arousal in another person looked like. He was an adult healthy male in his prime with access to the internet after all. But it's good to know that he can excite Marc at least half as much as Marc excited him.

“Sure, you feel up to this?” Steven asked and wanted the floor to swallow him as his own voice is shaking with nervousness.

“I’m sure.” Marc laughed but not unkindly at his double meaning accompanied with fumbling and made the come here motion with his finger. It gave Steven chills all over as he crawled onto the bed and layd over him, giving in to what he’s been dying to do for longer than he is willing to admit even to himself.

He kissed Marc clumsily but deeply while sliding his hand down his side to feel the smooth skin before resting it on his hip. He meant what he said, he wanted to make Marc feel good. He couldn't imagine what kind of pain he was still holding in and it’s the least he could do for this man that is literally the other half of his being, and he just realized he’s so head over heels in love with its ridiculous he hadn't notice it until just now. The realization gave him the confidence to try to make Marc see the stars from pleasure.

“Come here.” Steven breathed as he slide down, sucking a nipple into his mouth and groaning around it when Marc gasped. He was obsessed with Marc’s much more defined chest and the two dusky nipples. So dark and perky, so soft in his mouth, hardening even more against his tongue as he gives it a bite and begins kissing down Marc’s stomach. He has only a vague idea of what he is doing but the other man didn't seem to mind his ministration, so he took it as a good sign, well at least not much.

“Fuck.” Marc grunted when Steven pined his hips down but avoided touching anything important in the process. “If you don't stop teasing me, I’ll punch you.”

“Then maybe I should just leave?” Steven half teased and Marc hooked a leg over his waist in insistence and pulled him on top of himself.

“Don’t push it.”

Steven didn't need much encouragement anyways as he looked down at Marc through dark locks of hair as he slide down his torso until he reached Marc's hard cock. He has never done this before he felt quite self-conscious and weirdly aroused for wanting to do this. Stephen nuzzled the skin of Marc's lower belly and felt it quiver slightly under his light touch. Steven lifted his gaze to look at Marc whose pupils were blown and breathing shallowly. Steven allowed himself to touch and enjoyed the feeling of him under his fingers. He went back up his hard abbs towards his heaving chest until suddenly switching to his inner tight touching the coarse hair as it thickened when he went upwards with his explorations. Marc's member twitched as he wrapped his fingers around its base. Before his nerves could get better of him he opened his mouth and leaned forward. Marc put two fingers under his chin to regain the eye contact they lost during Steven's explorations.

"Don't force yourself if you really don't want to do this."
His words were heavy with desire but still so full of consideration that it made Stevens's eyes wet but also made him fully decide on his next actions. He pressed his face against Marc's groin feeling his member slide against his cheek.

"Fuck," moaned Marc.

Steven stayed there for a moment before moving up as he finally wrapped his lips around the leaking tip, suckling as he maintained eye contact. It was a challenge of who will break first - if Steven could get Marc to moan for him before he rolled his eyes back himself and sank down on his cock like he wanted to. Marc did moan first while squirming under Steven’s touch and finally letting out a whine when Steven swirls his tongue. The taste is barely salty, familiar like Marc’s tongue as he gets used to the weight of it on his tongue.

Steven rewarded him by sinking further down another inch, humming as he sucked, then bobbing his head gradually as he tried to ease the full length into his mouth. Marc grabbed onto his hair and groaned as he struggled to buck his hips up under the grip of Steven’s hands.

“Fuck .”

Steven swallowed around him in response and sang all the way to the root, holding Marc down to keep him still as he let him slide down his throat. Marc’s thigh pressed stubbornly against his shoulder, silently begging to be able to thrust, to fuck his throat, and Steven had to suppress a smile. He couldn't imagine the ride Marc will take him on when it’s his turn on top, but right now it's about making Marc feel good and loved. That scream had sounded so terrified, Steven wanted to make him forget every second of that nightmare, every little thing that Marc’s been through.

“Having a good time?” Steven asked hoarsely when he pulled off with a pop, licking his lips as he took in the flushed look on Marc’s face. It made him feel very accomplished considering it was technically his first time giving the head. He had some suspicions it wasn't so for Marc so some of the skill probably came from the other man's past conquests but since Steven himself, didn't remember those he took his victories whenever he could.

“I’d have a better time with your dick in me.” Marc huffed, but his tone of voice gave away his arousal even as he reached for the condom lying on the nightstand.

Steven was faster and grabbed it first trying not to remember as he did so just for how long that condom had been inside his nightstand since it had been an embarrassingly long time and hoped it wasn't expired. As he tore it open, he stroked Marc’s thigh with his free hand just to keep touching him as he rolled it onto himself clumsily.

Marc tossed the lube packet at his chest next and Steven caught it, unscrewing it with his teeth, so he can slick his fingers first.

“I don’t need much. We could even go without entirely thanks to the super healing” Marc all but purred at him and spread his legs for easier access.

“You’re getting a lot anyways, even I know it's needed so stop being ridiculous, I don't care if you heal quickly I don't want to hurt you. Not while doing this.”

Steven said, lying down next to Marc, so he could give him another kiss as he slide his hand between Marc’s parted legs and run the tip of a slick finger around his entrance. Marc will talk a big game, but Steven watched enough porn to know that his size could be a lot to handle and he didn't want Marc feeling a second of pain right now or ever again for that matter as unrealistic as that goal was.

He sucked on his neck to keep him distracted from any discomfort as he eased the first finger inside, moaning a little at how tight he was just around one finger alone.

“How’s this?” He asked, making Marc’s previous come hither motion which he used to lure him onto the bed right up against his prostate. Steven knew at least from his own perspective that it felt very good. He had practiced this particular task a lot so he was fairly confident in what he is doing to the other man shouldn't cause any pain whatsoever.

“Shit!” Marc gasped, throwing an arm around Steven’s shoulders as his back arched up again. “Fuck. Yeah, right there.”

“I got you,” Steven said, hoping Marc caught the double meaning he actually meant as he massaged the spot. Again, despite what Marc said, Steven knew he was still not one hundred back to himself but he was slowly getting there. He felt the tension slowly ease the more he fingered him, adding a second finger only when Marc started to grind down on the first. With the tips of those two fingers, he devoted them to giving that sweet little spot he knew precisely where to locate and how much pressure it could take even if it was from a different angle and giving it the attention it deserves, stroking it and pulsating on it to make Marc gasp and squirm and curse beside him.

He even left a hickey on his neck in the process, a sign of ownership for when he knows Mark will have to leave for another mission but will be strutting around shamelessly for the next few days to show it.

“Steven.” Marc panted, his voice commanding. “I’m good, I can take it.”

“You sure?”

Marc gave a frantic nod and tried to pull Steven towards him, urging him to get on top of him again and Steven complied, reaching for the lube, so he could use what’s left of it to slick himself up and put the excess around Marc’s entrance to make sure he’s as comfortable as possible. He planted his elbows on either side of Marc and gave him a softer kiss with closed lips as he lines himself up.

“Hey. Tell me if you want to stop okay?”

“I won’t want to stop.” Marc smiled before he dropped the attitude a bit and leaned up, kissing the tip of Steven’s nose. “But I’ll tell you if I do and the same applies to you is that clear?”

Steven doesn’t know why a kiss on the nose has made him feel like the luckiest guy in the entire universe, but his heart threatened to beat out of his chest as he looked at Marc at that moment. The moonlight was coming through the blinds of his otherwise dark bedroom, catching the blue tint of Marc’s seemingly black hair, the light of his eyes, and the ethereal way his skin sparkles.

Steven wondered if deep down, it was the energy of the Moon Knight shining somehow through. Something that made this man so incredibly magical, but as he started to push into him, barely an inch at a time, he thought that something might just be love. He is in love with this person, this other half of his soul he didn’t even know he had until fairly recently. He’d been so scared when he woke up to the sound of Marc in distress, that he felt like he would do anything right then and now just to keep him safe.

Although Marc would probably punch him in the arm if he said that out loud. Marc can take care of himself. But that doesn’t mean Steven doesn’t want to take care of him too.

“Oh fuck .” Marc breathed when Steven was fully seated inside him, the tension falling from his muscles as he holds Steven by his shoulders. “Put my leg up.”

“Huh?” Steven tried to focus on anything but the warm tightness of Marc’s tight body around his cock and the effort it was taking to stay still.

“I’m fucking flexible, trust me on that, I could do it even before Khonshu, put my leg on your shoulder. You will be able to get much deeper that way.”

Steven swallowed and took hold of Marc’s calf, easing it up onto his shoulder slowly, the angle allowed him to push in just the tiniest bit deeper, and Marc lets out a satisfying sigh of pleasure as a reward as Steven's whole length brushed over his prostate as a result as well.

“Are you just gonna stay there, or are you gonna fuck me any time soon?” Marc teased, pressing another far too innocent kiss to Steven’s cheek. “I can take it.”

Steven took the permission and groaned in relief as he started to slowly slide back in and out, shallow thrusts at first to make sure Marc’s hips have comfortably adjusted to the intrusion before he starts to fuck him in earnest.

“Fuck!” Marc cried out as they started to build a rhythm, his nails scrabbled at Steven’s shoulders for a moment before they found purchase and dug into his skin until he almost draw blood. He lets out one long moan, his voice bouncing with Steven’s thrusts as they rocked together, tapping the bed frame against the wall with every move.

“Steven, Steven, fuck, I am so close, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Steven growled in response and fucked in much harder and faster. Not because he wanted to be aggressive, not even because he wanted to chase as much of this amazing feeling as possible, but because Marc asked him to fuck him like this and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t deliver exactly what he wants.

“Steven.” Marc gasped practically bent in half from the position. Steven ignored it since he didn't seem to be feeling a single fraction of discomfort. His eyes were squeezed shut in clear pleasure and his mouth hang open as he held onto him for dear life.

“Steven baby, that feels so fucking good.”

Baby? Marc used to call Lila that before they finally divorced. Steven pushed in deep and stopped for a moment, rolling his hips and grinding into him until Marc started to whimper and keen. Huh. That was a new sound.

“You like that?”

Marc gave a wordless, frantic nod, his face burning red when he opened his eyes pupils blown completely dark, and looked up at him, somehow more vulnerable than Steven’s ever seen him. It was different even from that moment when Steven saved his life and fell overboard in his place instead. He looked pleading, soft, almost begging.

He’s not fragile.

Steven could never see him that way, but his commanding attitude and the sass are gone, and his voice is higher too. He’s submitting to Steven completely.

“I-I like that,.....More please.” Marc answered with a slight hitch in his voice before burying his face in Steven’s neck and nuzzling it, unable to look him in the eyes anymore.

“Yeah baby, anything you want,” Steven repeated the nickname back at him and did the gyrating move with hips again, fucking into Marc hard a few times before stopping and switching to grinding exactly as he did before.

Marc whimpered again, soft and high pitched, like a wounded animal as Steven pumped in and out of him, focusing on not letting himself get too overwhelmed, so he can finish Marc off before finding pleasure for himself. He’s never heard Marc like this before and he was quite enjoying the heady feeling he got from hearing all those noises he made him do against his will.

“T-Touch me.” He panted. “Please?”

“Come here,” Steven murmured and replicated the move he saw in his favorite porn movie from his rather extensive collection. Kissing him as he braced himself on the headboard with one hand and reached down with the other to start stroking Marc’s cock which was identical to his own to the last detail.

It should probably make him feel ashamed of just how much that little tidbit of information turned him on and suddenly understood all that fuss about twins going at it was about. He was so hard and hot to the touch, Steven moaned just at the feel of it in his hand and increased his tempo.

Marc dragged his short clipped nails down Steven’s back and whined, holding onto him tighter as his body started to tense up.

“I-I’m gonna…” He trails off into something unintelligible as Steven grinds in again. “I’m gonna come.” He croaked finally unable to say anything more coherent.

“Yeah?” Steven sighed breathlessly almost in relief. He couldn't hold his own orgasm back for much longer too and was getting closer by the second.

“You can do it, baby. Come for me.” He half expected Marc to sass him back, tell him not to call him baby or something, but instead, Marc just kept whimpering, his thighs starting to shake against Steven’s hips uncontrollably.

“Come on, Marc.” He sped up his fist even more and increased the pressure as his fingers all bud glided over the slippery lube mixed with a great amount of precum.

“You can come for me. Let me see it, baby, let me-”

“Steven!” Marc screamed when the orgasm hit him, his toes curled, and his body started to tremble as he came in pearly white thick ribbons over his own chest. While he all but sobbed through it, taking every thrust Steven gave until new fresh tears started to roll down his cheeks.

“Marc?..... Marc! Hey, hey did I say something? D-Did I hurt you?” Steven stopped cold, dreading what he had done.

“No, no sweetheart it’s just so fucking good. You are so fucking good”
Marc finally answered after a few dreadful moments that felt like an eternity when Steven felt his panic rise until he got the negative answer.

Steven felt relief and blush on his face at the term of the endearment and shuddered at the heartful praise. Marc half laughed, half cried as the last dregs of the orgasm passed and he went loose in Steven’s arms. He takes his leg down from his shoulder and wraps them both around Steven’s waist again instead, smiling up at him with his eyes wet and lashes clumped together as he pulls Steven into a kiss.

“Keep fucking me. I know you’re close.”

“Are you sure? Isn't it going to be too much?”

“You don’t get to see my crazy orgasm face without showing me yours.”

“Fair enough. But I am pretty sure it’s the exact same one you know. So don't expect too much of a difference.” Steven laughed, breathlessly as he started to push in and out again careful not to overwhelm, loving the way Marc squirmed with oversensitivity but took it anyway.

“Mm, fuck sweetheart,.... go on.” Marc sighed, letting his head loll against Steven’s shoulder.

“You been so good to me. Such a good boy. I want to make you come so fucking bad.”

Embarrassingly, that was all it took. The bit of dirty talk punched a sharp inhale from Steven’s gut and then he was coming, holding tight to Marc and swearing as he fucked him through it, emptying everything he’s got into the condom. Marc took all of it, despite how sensitive he must felt by now. When Steven looked up, Marc’s eyes are still wet from previous years.

“You okay?” He asked again just to reassure himself, pushing the hair out of Marc’s face.

“Never better.” Marc nodded, smiling as he leaned up to kiss Steven. Soft this time with closed lips, but the same amount of warmth.

“Can I sleep here with you or do you need some space to process what just happened?”

“No...I mean yeah of course. Whenever you want to.” Steven babbled still overwhelmed from the orgasm which Marc seemed to have already recovered and pulled out carefully. Refusing to be outdone by the other man in the ability to collect himself he slid out of bed with legs still shaking to go get a damp washcloth in the adjoining bathroom. When he brought it back, he expected Marc to take it from his hand, but instead, he stayed lying down, opened his legs again, and let Steven clean him up. Basking like a cat in sun at the attention.

Steven who took care of the condom back in the bathroom wiped himself down too before slipping back into bed next to Marc, unsure of whether they’ll be cuddling or sticking to their sides of the bed when Marc took the decision from him and rolled right into his arms.

“I speak in my sleep by the way,” Marc mumbled as he shuts his eyes and nuzzled into Stevens's chest.

“Um.” Steven blinked at the conversational tone of the other man's voice like nothing extraordinary didn't just happen outside of their normal interactions. It felt almost ....domestic for lack of a better word.

“I noticed. Not a problem. I’m... a deep sleeper.” He said finally awkwardly and felt his cheeks go warm as Marc settled in, his head found a nesting place in the crook of his neck, and his breath already started to even out as he fell asleep.

“Do you need anything before we crash for the night? You can wake me if you have a bad dream.” He felt Marc tense for a moment at the reminder of what started all this.

“Just… Keep holding me like this please.” Marc said before settling in again, his muscles relaxing and his eyes falling shut. Before all but whispering before letting his exhausted body fall asleep.
“Don’t let go.”

“Never again,” Steven whispered back and joined him in deep restful slumber.