It doesn't feel like it lasts long at all! That warm, solid presence of Don right on top of him, kissing him, and he takes away all too soon. At least as he pulls away he drags his teeth over Marvelous's bottom lip, making it tingle. Marvelous groans at the sharpness of the sensation in between shallow breaths.
As Don sits up Marvelous has to loosen his hold to give him the freedom he needs, arms slipping from around Don's waist to settle on his hips, just resting there, not doing anything he hasn't been given permission for. If he's delicate enough about these little incidental touches he might just get away with them each time, keeping the contact with Don without being punished for it. Don is too busy touching him to be concerned, surely. He seems to enjoy being able to feel the way Marvelous is exerting himself all thanks to Don's commands. And, oh, the way Marvelous still wants more, can definitely do more, anything Don wants. His touch on Marvelous's cock is feather-soft and it's so frustrating. And Don knows it is - Marvelous can see the smirk on his face!
The teasing stops, though, because Don stops touching his cock altogether, shrugging off Marvelous's coat instead. "Yes sir," Marvelous replies huskily to the command to take Don's shirt off slowly, with plenty of touching. He slides his hands just a little higher until they touch the hem of Don's shirt. He slides his fingers beneath it, keeping them curled around Don's waist so that the fabric bunches up over his knuckles and will work itself up Don's body, leaving Marvelous free to focus on touching and put all his effort into it. Don's skin is still hot, and so smooth, and his waist is slender in a way that makes it easy to slide your hands right up following the taper. Marvelous runs his thumbs in circles over Don's stomach instead to stop the temptation overcoming him. He spreads his fingers wide, letting them dip downwards before raising them an inch or so on Don's body. He repeats the process over as he goes, bringing his hands closer together - to ensure the front of the shirt is lifting up as well, of course - as well as sliding them around the back to do the same there. As Marvelous has to push the shirt higher he sits himself up again so that he can reach.
He does let his thumbs skate perilously close to Don's nipples when his hands reach chest-height, tracing right outside his areolae, but he doesn't push his luck, continuing with the same slow but constant pace. Marvelous can tell Don is enjoying the attention that's being lavished on his body, so he makes sure to run his hands right up the length of Don's raised arms as he pushes the shirt off over Don's head, wrapping his fingers around Don's arm muscles all the way to his wrists. Somehow the shirt ends up fisted in his hand as Marvelous waits to find out what is required of him next.
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Date: 2013-02-10 11:13 am (UTC)From:As Don sits up Marvelous has to loosen his hold to give him the freedom he needs, arms slipping from around Don's waist to settle on his hips, just resting there, not doing anything he hasn't been given permission for. If he's delicate enough about these little incidental touches he might just get away with them each time, keeping the contact with Don without being punished for it. Don is too busy touching him to be concerned, surely. He seems to enjoy being able to feel the way Marvelous is exerting himself all thanks to Don's commands. And, oh, the way Marvelous still wants more, can definitely do more, anything Don wants. His touch on Marvelous's cock is feather-soft and it's so frustrating. And Don knows it is - Marvelous can see the smirk on his face!
The teasing stops, though, because Don stops touching his cock altogether, shrugging off Marvelous's coat instead. "Yes sir," Marvelous replies huskily to the command to take Don's shirt off slowly, with plenty of touching. He slides his hands just a little higher until they touch the hem of Don's shirt. He slides his fingers beneath it, keeping them curled around Don's waist so that the fabric bunches up over his knuckles and will work itself up Don's body, leaving Marvelous free to focus on touching and put all his effort into it. Don's skin is still hot, and so smooth, and his waist is slender in a way that makes it easy to slide your hands right up following the taper. Marvelous runs his thumbs in circles over Don's stomach instead to stop the temptation overcoming him. He spreads his fingers wide, letting them dip downwards before raising them an inch or so on Don's body. He repeats the process over as he goes, bringing his hands closer together - to ensure the front of the shirt is lifting up as well, of course - as well as sliding them around the back to do the same there. As Marvelous has to push the shirt higher he sits himself up again so that he can reach.
He does let his thumbs skate perilously close to Don's nipples when his hands reach chest-height, tracing right outside his areolae, but he doesn't push his luck, continuing with the same slow but constant pace. Marvelous can tell Don is enjoying the attention that's being lavished on his body, so he makes sure to run his hands right up the length of Don's raised arms as he pushes the shirt off over Don's head, wrapping his fingers around Don's arm muscles all the way to his wrists. Somehow the shirt ends up fisted in his hand as Marvelous waits to find out what is required of him next.