Marvelous laps up Don's words willingly, a little strung out from coming, but not so much that he would not-notice or not care that Don thinks so highly of him and his skills and isn't afraid to tell him so. It isn't exactly easy not to let these kind of insistences puff him up so much that he grabs hold of Don out of turn and kisses him silly, nibbling at his neck and running hands all over him. Men have needs. They also have patience, Marvelous reminds himself, letting Don kiss him exactly how he pleases instead.
The next thing he knows he's being pushed back flat onto the mattress.
Don leans down over him just like it's nothing, though he has to contort his body in a way Marvelous simply can't in order to achieve it. He can manage a lot of other things with that body of his, too. Marvelous moans, not especially concerned that Don will rebuke him for it, not when he wanted to hear Marvelous make noise, noise provoked by Don himself. And his sexy dominance, and his sexy orders, and his sexy restraint.
Don leans down, pressing right against him, and Marvelous makes a pleased noise at all the bodily contact he is getting that so far has been denied. Don always get hot and flushed when he's having a good time, but with clothing still on - especially that heavy coat - he's burning. Or that might just be what Marvelous is feeling everywhere they touch.
It's definitely not his fault that Don gives him an order and then no time to acknowledge it before kissing him. Marvelous is surprised at the force of it; that's not Don's usual M.O.! The kiss is a little rough, so eager. Marvelous loves it. He responds back, hoping his own eagerness is still erring on the right side of submission, and slides his hands up the wide open sides of his coat to wrap his arms around Don's back, just above his waist. It's gravity that holds Don so firm and close to him, not Marvelous.
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The next thing he knows he's being pushed back flat onto the mattress.
Don leans down over him just like it's nothing, though he has to contort his body in a way Marvelous simply can't in order to achieve it. He can manage a lot of other things with that body of his, too. Marvelous moans, not especially concerned that Don will rebuke him for it, not when he wanted to hear Marvelous make noise, noise provoked by Don himself. And his sexy dominance, and his sexy orders, and his sexy restraint.
Don leans down, pressing right against him, and Marvelous makes a pleased noise at all the bodily contact he is getting that so far has been denied. Don always get hot and flushed when he's having a good time, but with clothing still on - especially that heavy coat - he's burning. Or that might just be what Marvelous is feeling everywhere they touch.
It's definitely not his fault that Don gives him an order and then no time to acknowledge it before kissing him. Marvelous is surprised at the force of it; that's not Don's usual M.O.! The kiss is a little rough, so eager. Marvelous loves it. He responds back, hoping his own eagerness is still erring on the right side of submission, and slides his hands up the wide open sides of his coat to wrap his arms around Don's back, just above his waist. It's gravity that holds Don so firm and close to him, not Marvelous.