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What’s so good about it, they always ask.
Marius knows he’s hanging around better people now, but he still finds himself thinking about how to answer that question from time to time. All the snarky rebuttals he would retort with, each ending with the slight tightening of his jaw that he’ll have to hide. Business is all about compromise, and he can’t burn any bridges unless he wants the consequences of his actions to keep piling up until it all topples.
So why? It just does. Feel good, that is.
Marius burrows his fingers deeper into his bed sheets, panting into the fabric. Being on his side isn’t the worst position in the world, it’s just relatively new considering he’s mostly either on his front or his back. Luke’s hand on his waist as he fucks into him at a steady place is a comforting weight, the nails of Luke’s other hand biting into the thigh Marius has thrown over his shoulder.
Marius thinks they’re both usually loud, but it’s quiet tonight for some reason, with Luke muffling his moans into Marius’ calf and Marius biting down hard on his lip. The moans he chokes on are breathless and clipped, turning his face into the elbow pillowing his head.
He’s not embarrassed. Far from it. It’s just overwhelming.
It feels good.
Too good.
The slap of skin doesn’t echo as much in this position, making the creaking of his bed that much more pronounced. Luke can’t sink into him as deep as he usually does, but the length of his cock can still stroke Marius’ prostate with each thrust, shocking pinpricks of pleasure up his spine. There’s a trail of precum that’s dripping onto Marius’ sheets, stringing from Marius’ slit, and more only oozes when Marius reaches down to wrap a sweaty hand around his dick.
Marius strokes in rhythm with Luke’s thrusts, squeezing whenever his walls clench around Luke’s cock, and Luke is burying another moan. His eyes briefly flutter shut when he presses his thumb into his slit and smears his slick around the head, indubitably sinking into the memory of Luke’s lips wrapped around him earlier.
It’s hot, and Luke is even hotter inside him, spearing him open.
“Luke,” Marius gasps. He arches his back when Luke buries himself as deep as he can, leaning forward the slightest bit and pulling Marius’ hamstring just enough for it to ache. Marius bites down on his lip, twisting his torso until he’s looking up at Luke with sultry eyes. “Luke.”
Luke nuzzles his cheek into Marius’ calf, adoration adorning his smile when he meets Marius’ gaze. He’s panting, chest heaving as sweat drips from his temple onto Marius’ leg. “Yeah?”
Marius swallows. His heart rate picks up, and it’s not from the physical exertion. He buries his face halfway into the crook of his arm, playing coy even though his voice is soft with a murmur. “Do you want to try something new tonight?”
Luke parts his lips in surprise. “Something you’ll want to do more often?”
Marius thinks about it and figures that it’s not, but he’d like to at least try it once. To make a statement, to prove something to Luke. Marius shakes his head. “No. Just, I want it. For tonight.”
“Alright. Do you want to try it now or,” Luke trails off, raising an eyebrow.
Marius laughs, dislodging his leg and turning onto his back. He wraps his legs around Luke’s waist and jerks him forward, burying Luke’s cock deeper inside him to nestle him home. Marius licks his lips when Luke shudders, hovering over him with his hands braced on either side of Marius’ head, expression wanton and awash with pleasure.
Marius loosely wraps an arm around Luke’s neck, locking his ankles before straining his neck to lay a kiss on Luke’s lips. “After,” Marius answers breathlessly, sliding his other palm sensually down his stomach. “Cum inside me first.”
“You’ve skipped straight to demanding it now huh.” Luke chases after Marius’ lips when Marius pulls away, and Marius parts his lips to let Luke slip his tongue inside. They stroke over each other, sucking until someone wins the tempo they want to set and it tingles, before parting with their lips wet.
Marius hums, curling his fingers around the base of his dick as he falls back, his neck finally giving out on him. He smirks, stroking himself lazily. “Would you say no?”
“Well.” Luke flushes, but he doesn’t look away like he used to. “No.”
Marius’ smirk grows smug. “Of course not. Now come on, make me beg. Don’t you like hearing me do it?”
Luke mock scowls at him, surging down to mouth at Marius’ neck. “You’re cheekier than usual. Excited for what you’re planning?”
Marius’ breath hitches, eyelids fluttering shut when Luke resumes his pace from before, all while sucking bruising kisses against Marius’ pulse point. It’ll be back to wearing turtleneck undershirts into the office again, the prick, but Marius still bares his neck to give Luke better access.
The slaps of skin are louder in this position, and it makes the slippery jerks of Marius’ damp hand over his dick all the more frantic. His toes curl, drool pooling in his mouth as Luke moans into the hollow of his throat, the sound vibrating over Marius’ Adam’s apple.
Luke lowers himself to his elbows, pressing closer and trapping Marius’ dick between their abdomens, forcefully dislodging Marius’ hand. Marius cries, tossing his head back as he grabs at Luke’s ass, clawing at the supple flesh when Luke grinds sensually into him. He’s close, he’s so close.
Luke leans up to kiss him and Marius cums with a muffled moan, his spend splattering between their stomachs and making the slide of Luke’s body over his own sticky and warm.
Luke breaks their kiss to pant against Marius’ lips, his breath mingling with Marius’ own frantic gulps for air. Their gazes are half-mast, staring deeply into each other's eyes as Luke slows his thrusts, until the pleasure Marius felt from his high ebbs and it almost feels lazy.
Marius bumps his nose with Luke’s, giving his ass an encouraging squeeze. “You’re gonna keep me here all night?” He goads softly, his vision blurring from the haze. It’s not pleasurable anymore, but the sensation alone of Luke penetrating him, thick and hot and Luke—it makes him sink.
It makes him feel good, being connected like this.
Marius kisses Luke again before Luke can answer, slow and deliberate.
“If I could,” Luke exhales, reedy and clearly at the end of his rope, “I’d keep you here all week.”
Marius snickers and doesn’t call him out on how wrecked he sounds. “You can barely last as is.”
“You came first.”
Marius’ smile broadens, idly throwing his arms around Luke’s neck. He plays with a lock of hair at Luke’s nape, deliberately clenching his walls when Luke bottoms out. Luke hisses. “I did, didn’t I? Now I’m asking you to cum so we can move on.”
Luke pouts. “Sue me for liking this.”
Liking you, goes unsaid.
Marius softens. “You act like I don’t, but I really do want to get to what I have planned.” He pauses. “If you’re willing.”
He hasn’t explicitly asked Luke for his consent yet, though they’ve talked about it in passing. Mainly in porn video scenarios, but Luke didn’t seem disgusted.
“You haven’t even asked me what you want yet,” Luke frowns.
“Can’t use your detective super-sight?” Marius asks.
Luke rolls his eyes, before he kisses Marius hard on the mouth. Marius tilts his head, deepening the angle, and groans from the base of his chest when Luke speeds up in earnest, slamming into him hard enough that he ends up rocking Marius into his headboard.
Marius lifts his hips off the bed, anchoring himself to Luke’s waist to let Luke use him to his heart’s content. Luke can’t concentrate on kissing him when his hips start stuttering, so Marius just watches in a daze when Luke presses their foreheads together, moaning at the way Marius’ dick bobs with each thrust, already hard and twitching again. Marius’ cum still creates a sheen across their skin, mixing with their sweat, heated from their exertion.
Marius’ moans are, quite literally, punched out of him. He even whimpers when Luke finally cums inside him, swallowing down Luke’s strangled shout when Marius yanks him down by the neck to seal his lips over Luke’s. It’s desperate and uncoordinated. Marius can feel Luke’s cum coating his walls, slick and wet and arousing, the discomfort making the sensation almost euphoric.
Luke doesn’t pull out of him when he breaks away, but his cock will slip out of Marius regardless once he softens in the next few minutes. Luke doesn’t move far, affectionate and content as he murmurs against Marius’ lips, “Will you tell me what you’re planning now?”
Marius is fully erect now, but maybe it’s good that the arousal is clouding his judgment. Not that he’s unsure about asking—he does want to ask—but this could either end awkward and he’ll be left jerking himself off in his own bed while Luke shuffles to the bathroom, or he could accomplish what he’d set out to do almost a week ago. Odds are in his favor though.
“How do you feel about fisting?” Marius asks nonchalantly.
Luke blinks, and then he widens his eyes, pushing himself up so he can properly look at Marius. “Me?” Luke flaps his lips silently, visibly thrown off-kilter. “I mean—I mean I’m fine with the idea but I didn’t really pre—“
“I meant me,” Marius interrupts, “and I prepared.”
Pretty obvious, isn’t it? Marius is the one who bottomed tonight, and he’d personally made sure that Luke’s nails were filed down and his hands were clean before they tumbled into bed.
“Mentally. And physically,” Marius continues. Those long hours being confined to sitting in his office did have some use in the end. It was a very, very long week, one that he’d made sure had the least amount of meetings in advance.
Luke’s eyes go from wide to nearly bugging out of his sockets. “You?!”
Marius pouts, petulantly, but also indignantly. “Why are you so surprised?” What’s so wrong with the idea of him taking something that big?
“Just.” Luke thins his lips. “I didn’t think you were the type.”
Marius sighs, grabbing one of their discarded shirts to wipe off their chests before carelessly tossing it onto his floor. He dutifully ignores the mess that’s threatening to drip out of him and turns them onto their sides, pillowing Luke’s head with one arm and laying the other over Luke’s waist. “The type to what?”
“The type to give up that much control like that,” Luke says, tugging Marius closer. “You do know how much you’d be giving me by allowing me that, right?”
Marius hums. “And how do you know so much about fisting?”
Luke flushes. “W-well I,” Luke splutters.
Marius snickers. “Come on, you know I’ve made fun of you for more than that and meant even less.” Marius softens, massaging circles into Luke’s side with his thumb. “Why would I ever condemn you for anything you want? I chose you.”
Luke’s flush brightens, the pink traveling up to the tips of his ears and down to his collarbones. “This is different,” he mutters.
“Maybe,” Marius agrees flippantly. “So? What were your fantasies? Was I the one taking it or were you?”
Luke being the one to take it actually defeats the point he’s trying to make but he’s willing to go along with it as long as it makes Luke happy.
Luke doesn’t answer immediately, darting his eyes almost skittishly away. He swallows, and Marius raises a quizzical eyebrow at the reaction. It’s only after a shuddering breath that Luke finally manages to meet his eyes again. “Me.”
Marius resists the urge to laugh, pushing Luke onto his back so he can plaster himself over Luke’s front. He folds his arms over Luke’s sternum and hooks his chin over them, grinning sharply at Luke’s flighty expression. “So we’re back to lying now?”
Luke looks away guiltily.
Marius sighs. “I offered, you know. I’m doing it for myself.” Which, you know, is only half the truth. Yes, he’s doing it for himself, but it’s mainly for the satisfaction in getting to do something for Luke.
They’re both liars, but the difference is that while Luke lies outright, Marius lies by omission.
“That’s the problem.” Luke frowns at him. “Why are you doing it for me? I’ve offered myself to you since the beginning, and it’s clearly harder on the bottom than the top, and now this.” Luke rakes a hand through Marius’ fringe, and Marius purrs, craning his neck to chase after his fingers. “I don’t mind it, you know. As long as I get to be with you.”
Luke doesn’t get it.
Spending money, taking time out of his already overloaded schedule, and giving Luke his body. Marius wonders if Luke will ever understand that there’s nothing to get. He just wants to.
Marius will never get Luke’s anything. He’s made his peace with that.
Luke’s mind belongs to his passions, his obsessions with puzzles and cases. His body belongs to the government, and the sickness they’re trying so hard to remedy. His heart belongs to too many people, always the masses and never the one. The pieces are handed off in different sizes, but never whole.
If anyone else were to judge, they’d say that this relationship is wholly unbalanced, but they don’t understand that it’s just how it’ll have to be. Equilibrium is a pipe dream, but that’s how their scales are tipped, and it works.
“You say the cheesiest stuff,” Marius snickers.
Luke curls a lock of hair around his finger and tugs playfully, the corner of his lip ticking. “As if you don’t.”
“I like it, idiot,” Marius says, pinching Luke’s skin and watching in amusement as Luke winces. “Get the film out of your eyes.”
Luke looks unsure. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t I always finish? Sometimes even before you?” Marius tips his body forward with his hands on Luke’s chest, tilting his head to ghost his breath over Luke’s lips. “It feels good. I feel good. I like it when you’re inside me.”
Luke shivers, interlocking his fingers over the small of Marius’ back. Despite his height, Luke is broader than him. It’s a perfect enough balance that allows Marius to tower over him, and yet still feel small and protected. “Cheeky.”
Marius grins, sealing Luke’s lips with his own. “Can’t help it that I want you.” Marius pulls back, jutting out his bottom lip and making his eyes as wide and imploring as possible. “Now fist me?”
Luke groans, tightening his arms around Marius’ waist. “You say it so easily while I’ve just been bottling up my fantasies in case you find out.”
Marius laughs. “What’s the next fantasy then? Tying me up?”
Luke flips them over, parting Marius’ legs to settle in between them. “Tying me up.”
Marius smirks. “I’m not opposed.”
“Love seeing me on my knees?” Luke snarks back, grinding their hips together. Marius feels himself heating up with the arousal that had settled from before, dick stirring in the wake of Luke’s cock rubbing up against his own.
Marius feels Luke’s teeth sinking lightly into his neck, and he exhales shakily. It’s only fair, he supposes, when he thoroughly and routinely marks Luke up every other day, from Luke’s neck all the way down to his hips, hickeys and scratch marks alike. He’s a possessive man, sue him, he can outlast anyone in legal fees. “I think you like being on your knees more than me seeing you.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Luke trails kisses down Marius’ neck to his collarbone, and even lower. He peers up at Marius through his lashes when he reaches Marius’ nipple, tonguing at the nub.
Marius focuses on the tip of Luke’s tongue instead of meeting his eyes, watching as it swirls around his nipple, before Luke’s mouth encloses around it and sucks. Luke’s still looking at him, daring Marius to meet his gaze. Marius swallows heavily, bending his knees slightly. “Yeah.”
Luke hums.
“Yeah I like seeing you on your knees.” Marius lowers his voice until it's raspy, running his knee up Luke’s side. “But I like seeing you get drunk on my pleasure more. Not even your own, mine. Do you know you get so dazed when you’re sucking me off? Your eyes get so glassy, and you get so into it.”
Luke colors and ducks his head, sucking at Marius’ other nipple. Marius moans breathlessly in response, bucking his hips into Luke’s stomach.
“You’re always looking at me. It doesn’t matter if you have your lips wrapped around my cock or if you’re buried balls deep inside me, you love it because I feel so good.” Marius groans, pushing Luke down by the shoulder until the head of his dick bumps against Luke’s chin.
Luke doesn’t hesitate in taking Marius’ dick into his mouth, sinking down halfway until the head hits the back of his throat. Luke flicks his eyes up again, and almost as if following Marius’ command, his eyes mist over.
Marius bites down on his lip, rocking his hips so he can bury his dick even deeper, panting at the way Luke’s throat squeezes around him. “I feel so good Luke,” he moans, tangling his fingers into Luke’s hair and tugging. He squeezes the base of his dick with his other hand, holding himself steady for Luke to devour. “You feel so good.”
Luke hollows his cheeks and sucks. Laps at Marius’ head on every upstroke and flicks the tip of his tongue over the frenulum. It's wet and messy and has Marius’ toes curling, curling his fingers tighter to stave off the orgasm.
Marius gasps, tongue wet and throat parched. He squeezes his thighs over Luke’s ears, stalling him with his mouth still wrapped around Marius’ dick. Luke obeys, holding onto Marius’ thighs to encourage the minute undulations of his hips, bumping his cockhead against the roof of Luke’s mouth and further lubricating his dick with Luke’s drool.
“Here’s how it’ll go, okay? I’m going to turn around, and you’re going to open me up.” Marius licks his bottom lip, watching as Luke’s eyes follow the movement. “Slow. You can use as much lube as you want. We’ll take the rest of the night if we need.”
Luke nods and releases Marius’ dick with one last kiss to his slit.
Marius smiles warmly, and flips over while Luke reaches for the lube on his bedside table. He tucks a pillow underneath his hips just as a precaution, before raising himself up on his hands and knees, baring his backside.
He snickers at Luke’s audible sharp intake of breath.
“I actually uh, are you sure?” Luke asks, suddenly apprehensive. “I mean I know you said you prepared, but I don’t actually know how much.”
Marius rolls his eyes, raising an eyebrow at Luke over his shoulder. “And you’re the sex expert now?”
“Well I still need to know,” Luke says emphatically. “My hand isn’t exactly small.”
Marius smiles wryly. “Don’t I know that already? I’ve both licked and taken them up my ass.”
Luke splutters, patting Marius’ butt lightly. “I’m serious. I don’t want to hurt you. If you’d prepared, I could’ve at least been there.”
Marius chuckles. “Oh yeah, just announce suddenly in the middle of a virtual meeting that hey, Luke, my current boyfriend—“
“Current?” Luke interrupts, offended.
“—I have a plug that’s the size of my forearm shoved up my ass, would you like to see it just to corroborate my words? I’m sure the rest of my board would’ve been dying to see it too.”
Luke sticks his tongue out at him, and it’s such a Marius thing to do that it has Marius’ chest swelling with fondness. “Do you have the toys you used at least?”
“They’re in my studio.” Marius shrugs. “You know I barely spend my time here as is.”
Luke frowns. “Then should we do it another night?”
Marius shakes his head. “If you want to do another night because you don’t want to tonight, then sure. But if you want to do it another night because you think I’m not ready, then just know that I am and I want to.”
“What I want is for you to be safe and comfortable,” Luke pouts.
“Oh Luke. Sweet, naïve, overbearing Luke.” If Marius could pat Luke’s cheek in a patronizing manner, he would. “Fist me already.”
Luke narrows his eyes at him and pops open the bottle of lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his palm to warm up. “The second you cry I’m stopping.”
“I think you’ll be the one who’s crying.” Marius wriggles his hips, lowering himself down to his elbows and stretching out his back. “You’re the type.”
“Excuse me for caring about you,” Luke returns sarcastically. “I’ll never do it again, you prick.”
“Lies and slander.”
“Where.”
“All of it.”
“I’m going in,” Luke says in the same tone that one would sing at the top of their lungs, ‘I can’t hear you, lalalalala’, while covering their ears.
“Oh I’m getting a play-by-play now?” Marius asks. “What’s next? A commen—“ Marius cuts himself off with a strangled cry when Luke sinks three, slippery fingers into him. “Really?”
“You’re still loose from before,” Luke comments. He wriggles his fingers, scissoring and spreading them, stretching Marius’ rim. Marius can feel him rubbing the pads of his fingers against Marius’ walls, smearing both the lube and his cum from when they’d fucked before.
Marius’ cheeks warm, especially when Luke lightly scratches his pinky against his puckered ring of muscle. Marius buries his forehead into his arms, peering out between his thighs. His dick is already hard and leaking. “You can. Go.”
Luke doesn’t respond. He only slowly wedges his pinky into Marius’ hole, working it in against the resistance. Luke pairs it with his tongue, further wetting Marius’ entrance as he kitten licks the parts of Marius’ rim that he can reach.
Marius swallows thickly, taking long and deep breaths in order to help himself relax. He’s been doing this all week with plugs thicker than this, but it’s different when he actually gets to feel the sensation of Luke’s fingers opening him up. Luke’s fingers are thick, and they’re calloused and scarred, knobbed at the knuckles. Long enough to press down on his prostate from this angle.
Luke’s thumb plays at his rim, rubbing down his spit as he massages Marius’ hole with his tongue. The slide of the rest of his fingers in and out of him is painstakingly slow.
Marius moans, low and guttural. “Go.” His voice is thin and anticipatory. “Go. Luke.”
Luke moves his mouth to Marius’ cheek, biting down on the flesh. He takes Marius’ leaking dick in his free hand and languidly milks him, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine in order to offset the burn of the stretch when Luke spreads his fingers and slips the tip of his thumb inside him.
Luke lets Marius adjust, thumbing Marius’ perineum when his fist reaches the base of Marius’ dick. Gives Marius time to relatively even out his breathing, from heaving gulps to shallow pants. Waits until Marius squeezes his fingers in encouragement with a quiet moan, before pushing in until the second knuckle of his thumb.
Marius bites down on his lip, crying out against his teeth.
Luke kisses the hickey he’s sucked onto Marius’ ass lovingly, before moving to another unblemished area on the same cheek. He murmurs praises into Marius’ skin, kissing them into every nip and bite as if he could brand the words onto Marius with neither heat nor cold.
Luke palms at Marius’ cock head, stimulating the slit, and Marius’ thighs tremble, whimpering into his arms. Luke’s so slow with the jerks of his hand, his touches feather light and comforting, like a gentle caress.
“You’re taking it so well,” Luke coos when Marius rocks back slightly, inching the flared base of Luke’s hand deeper. It’s all he can take for now, and that’s where he stays, trying to catch his breath. “You’re perfect. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Marius squeezes his eyes shut, pouring all his focus into keeping himself unclenched.
He doesn’t crave praise as much as Luke does, truth be told. He’s not doing this for praise.
He’s doing this for Luke.
Fuck. He’s said it before. Luke gives any and everything of himself away, leaving himself with nothing. Marius has a lot to give. Money. Time. They’re both such a precious resource—one that he has a deep well of, and another that he’s pulling thinner and thinner with each day. He can give both to Luke but Luke would never understand.
All that’s left is his body, and that—that Luke will get. Luke can have it, have him. Take him, even if he gets nothing in return, will get nothing in return.
Marius’ eyes water. “Fuck,” he rasps, “just go!”
“Marius—“
“Please,” he whimpers. “Fuck Luke, I want it, I want it. I want you—please I—Luke oh.”
The thickest part of Luke’s hand breaches him, and the sensation has Marius’ eyes rolling up. He doesn’t know if it feels good, he just knows that it feels too much. Deeper and deeper, prying him apart until it hurts, parting his walls and stretching his rim obscenely. He jolts and spasms, and he can’t tell if he screams, but he does know that he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life, his orgasm painful when he washes over him, stars crackling in his periphery.
Marius claws at the sheets, distressed or euphoric tears wetting his lashes he can’t tell. “Luke, Luke please please, oh fuck—“
Marius’ ears are ringing, so his babbling is muffled. He doesn’t even know how long it continues, scrambling for breath as his heart thuds frantically out of his chest. He can’t close his thighs for fear of hurting himself, his muscles a livewire that could jump at any moment, loose enough just until the next shift pulls him taut.
It’s heavy, it’s so heavy. Luke’s fist is so heavy and big inside of him, his walls molding themselves to his shape and trying to fill in every nook and cranny. Push him out, swallow him in deeper, Marius can’t decide. His rim aches, fluttering around—around something slimmer than what that last stretch had been.
Luke’s—Luke’s wrist.
Marius groans.
“Marius,” Luke breathes reverently when the ringing in Marius’ ears finally starts subsiding. He has his nails embedded into the side of Marius’ thigh, and something warm drips down the back of that same leg, rapidly cooling. “Marius, are you okay?”
Marius blinks away the tears clouding his vision, trying to get used to the pressure of Luke’s fist still buried deep inside him. Now that he’s just the slightest bit more lucid, that is in fact, Luke’s wrist that his hole is cinched around.
Marius exhales raggedly, his voice hoarse. “Did you cum just from that?”
“Sorry,” Luke apologizes sheepishly. “It was…”
Marius snorts, and then winces. “So you liked it then?”
“I loved it.” Luke kisses the small of his back, softly. “Thank you.”
Marius smiles. “Go slow when you pull out. I can’t, I can’t do any more than this right now. Maybe next time you can fuck me with your fist. Just let me work up to it.”
Luke chuckles, but does as he’s told. It takes a couple more minutes than necessary to pull his fist out completely, mostly due to his overbearing nature, but Marius is still sore regardless.
Luke stops Marius from flopping into his own puddle of cum, and instead carefully shuffles Marius onto the half of the bed that isn’t stained with their debauchery. Marius really, really can’t lie down on his back—not even on his side, so he can’t cuddle or snuggle into Luke’s side like he usually does post-coitus.
Luke cleans him up with a warm towel and a comforting hand on Marius’ backside, massaging where Marius will surely be sore in the morning. He settles into the sheets beside Marius, acting as a barrier and obscuring Marius’ view of the side of the bed they’d defiled.
Marius smirks, tucking his head into his forearms. “Such a gentleman. I hope you’re carrying me to the couch before the workers get here to change my sheets too?”
Luke scrunches his nose up in disgust and palms his hand lower, right where a sharp ache is just starting to edge on unbearable. “I’m changing the sheets.”
“Whatever you want,” Marius chirps. “But I want a bath.”
“I’ll run you one.”
Marius grins. “I hoped you would. Oh and,” Marius hoists himself up onto his elbows, leaning over Luke with a cheeky smile. “Aftercare for fisting extends for several days afterwards. I expect to see you for at least three hours every day for a week after today.”
Luke huffs in amusement, reaching up to sweep Marius’ sweaty fringe back. “You want me to move in that badly?” It’s mostly a joke.
“Better than me moving into your apartment.” Marius lives at the height of luxury and would prefer to keep it that way.
Luke’s expression softens. “I’ll go wherever you want.” Luke leans up and presses a kiss to the corner of Marius’ mouth. “When we finish solving this case, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth if that’s what you want.”
Marius widens his eyes. Oh. “Oh.”
Luke laughs, quiet and subdued. “I’ll go run the bath.”
With one last lingering kiss to Marius’ forehead, he slips out of the sheets and disappears towards the bathroom, leaving Marius to stare blankly at the spot he’d previously occupied. Marius opens his mouth, before it clicks closed.
He ducks his head and rubs at the back of his neck to cope with the embarrassed flush that’s surely coloring his skin a vibrant, reddish hue. A habit to hide. Ah.
“Oh,” he repeats dumbly, mostly to himself.