[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

"Damn," Tony groaned softly, arching above him some, still trying to get closer. He hooked his tongue over Marc's teeth, hands rubbing at his chest and shoulders desperately. He hadn't felt like this ever, even with his first and only previous relationship.

[marcus owen foster]

He slipped his fingers just into the front of his jeans, then stopped. He flicked his tongue across Tony's, before unbuttoning his jeans with a flick of the wrists. He tugged them off, then his own, leaving them in their boxers. He rocked his hips slowly, whimpering at the feeling before kissing him again.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony shivered. "Marc," He groaned, pressing his chest, hips, close. He trembled. All other thoughts fell away and he pulled Marc back on his side, legs again lacing around him. "Sh-...show me what you want.." He murmured in his ear, lips trailing over the other male's jaw.

[marcus owen foster]

"You.. I want you.." He whispered, pulling him close. He couldn't get close enough. He didn't know what he wanted; all he knew was he was painfully hard, that he wanted to please Tony. He kissed his neck, holding him close.

"I don't know.. what I'm supposed to do.." He whispered, running his hands over Tony's sides.

[tony angel martyn]

"It's okay..." He mumbled. "I'm..not the most experienced.." He smiled sheepishly, offering Marc another kiss, hands trailing down to the fabric along his hips, tugging gently.

"I'll show you how.."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc kissed him back, running his hands along Tony's chest before slipping off his boxers. "So show me.." He said, then kissed him again.

- la la la -

Marc laid next to him, rubbing his chest gently. "I.. wow.." He breathed, kissing him softly.

[tony angel martyn]

"Okay.." Tony captured Marc in another kiss, freeing him of his last garment if clothing.

-do do do-

He smiled faintly, curling up against Marc's chest, kissing his jaw. "Amazing.." He whispered. "You're amazing in every way.." He hugged him close, only now realizing his sister was still home, not really careing. Fingertips traced shapes of Marcus' chest calmly, happier then had had been in a long time, even with the dull throb in his side.

[marcus owen foster]

"Me? I think you've mistaken me for you." He said, running his fingers through Tony's hair. He kissed the top of his head, watching him trace the scars across his chest. He looked down at the thin sheet covering them, low enough on his hips to see the cuts he had made when he cut open his hands. He pulled the blanket up higher, not wanting Tony to see.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony caught sight of the small action but didn't say anything, not really caring at the moment. If anything, he had already taken in every aspect of Marc's body, and would have said something before if he really wanted to.

He kissed the area over his heart, then met his lips again. "No..I'm pretty sure I didn't make any sort of mistake."

[marcus owen foster]

"But you're only pretty sure." He said with a smile, kissing him back slowly. He cupped his cheek gently, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

"I think. you're the most amazing person to ever live. And die." He kissed his nose, rubbing his side. "See? There really is peace on the other side. But I'm not so sure I wanna leave just yet."