[CLOSED] common ailments?

[marcus owen foster]

"Good thing I haven't actually started cooking anything yet, huh?" He asked, pressing him to the wall. He trailed his hands up his legs again, kissing along his jaw until he found his lips. He kissed him deeply, rocking his hips slowly. He smiled, pulling away to look at him as he ran a hand low across his stomach.

[tony angel martyn]

"Yeah..." He murmured with a smile, unable to help a groan so soon after as he was pressed to the wall, tilted his head before kissing along his neck gently, then searching out his lips.

"Should I ket you?" He mumbled, eyeing the unstarted food.

[marcus owen foster]

"No. I'll do what I want when I want to and right now I want to kiss you." He said with a smile, rubbing his thighs gently. He tilted his head to the side, kissing him slowly. He held him close, kissing him slowly and tenderly. He pulled away after a moment, planting a kiss on his neck. "I love you, Tony.." He whispered.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony laughed faintly. "Okay, I can deal with that.@ He met each tender kiss lovinginly, arms tight around Marc to ensure that he wouldn't fall or be dropped, though he fully trusted that he wouldn't.
A faint blush passed his cheeks at Marc's next words, no matter how much they had already been spoken. "I love you, too." He kissed his cheek gently, not sure that he had ever been happier before.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc kept his hands tight around Tony. He smiled when he said he loved him to, and kissed him gently before he carried him back to the counter.

"I'll start cooking." He said, kissing Tonys nose before he walked to turn on the stove. He put the pasta in, then started to search through his pans for a baking dish.

[tony angel martyn]

"Okay," Tony smiled faintly, wondering what he had done with his beanie as he settled for trying to fix his hair. He rubbed gently at his bruised wrist, absolutely dreading the upcoming school week.

Kicking his heals gently against the counter, he gazed over at Marc quietly once more, yawned and stretched out slowly before running a hand over his face, chin finding his hand almost absently.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc threw together, the macaroni and cheese, then put it into the oven. He set the timer, and walked to the sink to wash his hands. He dried them on a dish towel, walking over to Tony. He kissed him gently.

"Hey, handsome." He smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth as he sat the dish towel on the counter. He pulled Tony closer by his hips, kissing his neck slowly. "You're addicting, you know that?" He asked with a smile.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony smiled. "Hey. No, I didn't." He laughed breathily, meeting the kiss, and smiled at the next before wrapping his arms tight around Marc's next. "I know you are, though. So addicting I couldn't live without you right now." He smiled, hugging him tight from the counter top.
"I don't ever want to let go." Tilting his head at the kisses over his neck, he kissed Marc gently on the cheek, closed his eyes.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc smiled, hugging him tightly. He kissed along his jaw until he found his lips, kissing him deeply. "So don't let go." He said, rubbing his hips gently. He smiled over at him, kissing the corner of his mouth. He ran his hands slowly up his sides, his eyes tracing every line of his face.

"You are so perfect it isn't even funny.." He whispered, honestly amazed that one person could be so perfect in every way. He couldn't find a single thing wrong with Tony, even if he tried. He smiled, cupping his cheek gently as he leaned in, kissing him deeply.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony laughed, hugging him tight. "Mm...I love you." He buried his face in the crook of his neck gently, sighing softly as he traced a hand over the back of his neck. "Flawless," He murmured, offering him another smile and again sliding off of the counter, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist.