[CLOSED] common ailments?

[marcus owen foster]

Marc tipped his head to the side, running his hands around to his hips. He pressed a leg up between Tony's, rocking it slowly against him. He held his hips down close, rocking his leg slowly. He brought a hand up, tipping Tony's chin back. He kissed him deeply, his hand moving around to the side of his neck where he trailed his finger across the skin there.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony tensed a bit, whimpering longingly at the rocking motion between his legs. He kissed him with a wavering breath, tongue brushing he lower lip slowly, the snakebite loops he had in feeling odd pressed to another's lips, since he usually wote studs.

He played with Marc's chest, keeping close.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc smiled, his tongue touching Tony's gently before he pulled him in for another kiss, still rocking his knee slowly. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, trailing his tongue slowly across Tony's teeth. He wanted him, but didn't want to push anything. He reached up, running a hand through Tony's hair.

"I love you.." He whispered, kissing across his jaw to his neck, rocking his knee a little harder.

[tony angel martyn]

"I love you, too.." He murmured. After a moment he drew in a breath. "Marc.." He groaned, pressing his hips up close as he kissed him sloppily again.

He pressed up closer, moving against his knee slowly with another faint sound. "Let's go lay down.." He mumbled, sucking on Marc's jaw.

[marcus owen foster]

"We are laying down." He chuckled, moving his knee slowly with him. He flipped him over onto his back, kissing his chest slowly. "There. Now you're laying down." He smiled, leaning up to kiss him deeply. He ran his hands down his sides, pulling himself closer to Tony. He smiled, running his tongue against the boy's.

He ran a hand up Tony's shirt, rubbing his chest gently. He rocked his hips slowly against him, his fingers trailing up and down his chest.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony laughed faintly, trembling. "Marc," He whimpered, arching faintly, pulling Marcus closer. He kissed him desperately, hands tracing up his chest and dragging back down slowly.

He wrapped a leg up around him, tugging on his jeans.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc leaned up, tugging off his belt. He tossed it to the floor, undoing the button on his jeans. He unzipped them, then leaned down working on Tony's jeans. He kissed him deeply, pushing his hands up his shirt to pull it off. He tossed it to the floor, then started kissing his chest, rubbing his sides slowly. He got down to his stomach, then looked up at him before kissing back up his chest.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, kissing his neck slowly.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony groaned, arching up off the bed. "You..." He complained, trembling. He kissed him softly, pulling Marc's jeans off completely, then kissed his shoulder.

Hand ran his hands up and down his chest slowly.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc nodded, tugging off Tony's jeans. He kissed his neck slowly as he pulled his boxers off, tossing them to the floor.

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He smiled, kissing Tony gently. He sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I don't know about you but I'm starving now." He said, grabbing his boxers off the floor. He tugged them on, leaning down to kiss Tony deeply.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled up at him hazily, whimpered at the deep kiss. "Yeah," He murmured, reaching for his own boxers, revealing finger shaped bruises on his upper right arm where it had clearly been grabbed.

He pulled them on.