[CLOSED] common ailments?

[marcus owen foster]

"Tony.." Marc mumbled, reaching over to grab his hand. He pulled him up, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Is someone hurting you?" He asked, rubbing the small of his back gently. He looked down at him, chewing on the back of the stud in his lip. He ran his hand slowly up and down his back.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony frowned, kissing his shoulder gently. "It's just that guy from school.." He mumbled. "It's nothin', Marc. He just messes with me a little.." He was rough, but Tony didn't want Marc worrying so much, even if he knew he would.

[marcus owen foster]

"No one messes with my angel. Even a little." He said, leaning down. He kissed his neck slowly, hugging Tony close. "If I don't hurt you, I don't expect anyone else to. And anyone who does had best have it in their mind that I am going to beat the fuck out of them. If you want to put yourself in a man's position and hit my boyfriend, then you're man enough to get your ass handed to you." He kissed him softly, then took his hand, leading him to the kitchen.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony tilted his head as he listened, frowning a bit at the words. He sighed, meeting the kiss tenderly and getting up, brushing of the thoughts as he followed Marc out to the kitchen.

He hauled himself onto the counter, kicking his heels against the cabinets as he watched him.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc got fed up with the stud in his lip, unscrewing the back of it. He tossed it to the counter, his tongue running across the hole. He looked through the fridge, then grabbed cheese, milk, and butter. He tossed them to the counter, walking to the pantry. He grabbed the box of macaroni, and put on a pot of water to boil it in. "You like baked mac and cheese, right? Or are you some sort of strange vegan?"

[tony angel martyn]

"Noo," Tony complained, smiling. "And neither are you," He teased, hooked an arm around him as he walked past to draw him close. He kissed him gently on the neck, sucking slowly at the skin. "Imma keave a mark...so everyone knows you're mine..." He murmured under his breath.

[marcus owen foster]

"Mm.." Marc pulled Tony's hips closer, rubbing his legs gently. "So leave one.. I don't want anyone besides you anyways." He whispered, running his hands up his legs to his hips. He slowly wrapped his arms around him, tilting his head to the side for Tony. Marc didn't want to leave any marks on Tony, afraid he would get in trouble with his mom, or the bully at his school would just find it as fuel to his fire.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled, drawing in a sharp breath as he was pulled up closer. He sucked gently at the area, daringly sliding from the counter, legs wrapping around Marc's waist, hands on his shoulders to keep himself up.

He kissed him deeply like that, carefully letting go with a hand to run it along Marc's hair.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, then moved them to his hips, holding him carefully. He knew he wouldn't drop him. He hadn't dropped anyone yet. And he used to carry Shaun around everywhere. He kissed him back, his tongue wandering into Tony's mouth. He smiled, sucking gently on his lip before he started kissing along his jaw, then his neck.

"You aren't tired?" He teased, running his tongue across the skin of his neck.

[tony angel martyn]

"Kinda.." He mumbled with a smile, meeting the deep kiss before tilting his head obediently for Marc. Bkue eyes closed as he held onto him, turned his head and kissed gently along his shoulder, tongue tracing the skin slowly.

"But that's okay..." He insisted with another smile.