Captain Marvelous, Priority: Food (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foodispriority) wrote2012-10-27 07:39 am
foodispriority) wrote2012-10-27 07:39 am
Chase Your Cares Away: Marv/Don
(OOC: NSFW - explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics. More content notes to [heh] come!)
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Marvelous falls back onto the bed, arms and legs fanned out, and sighs. He closes his eyes and tries to shut out the day's events; the constant barrage of questions in mind about what do do next, where to go, what tactics to employ, what to do if Plan A didn't work out, what to do if Plan B didn't work out-
It's not often that Marvelous's finely crafted plans don't work, so he doesn't usually tell the others about the plan B and C (and etc.) parts. He keeps those close to his chest and continues to seem omnipotent in his crew's eyes.
It's tiring work being so successful though. And only now that he knows his crew are all back, and safe, and settled has he been able to retire to his own room and take a moment for himself. He might seem selfish to most people, but Marvelous has to be loud and crude about getting what he wants when he wants it, because 99% of the time his mind is actually focused on everyone else. That 1% of the time when he turns to his own needs he has to bark them out before he can forget, take before he starts thinking about the next Zangyack plot. You have to be ten steps ahead of the enemy to stay alive.
He hears the door to his room creak further open; it's so hesitant he knows it has to be Don stood there. He's proven right when Don opens his mouth to ask if he's alright.
Marvelous's first instinct is to say, "Yes, of course! Everything's awesome; we defeated the Zangyack today!" and perhaps, "when's dinner?" because food is a great distraction and stops a lot of people ever having to talk about feelings. And Don has a tendency to worry; Marvelous doesn't want to be the cause of any worry. His job is to protect his crew and make sure they're content, not be the cause of their distress. Sometimes he does completely suck at that though. Sometimes, once in a while, you have to let something else take precedence. Sometimes the crew have to take care of themselves. And Marv has trained them well; they totally can, and do. Honestly most of that doesn't even come from him, it's all them.
His next thought is to wonder if he can just stop thinking.
"Eh," he replies to Don's question, and drags himself into a sitting position. "Sometimes I think it might be nice not to be captain."
Don's face is a mixture of horror and confusion, so Marvelous quickly continues.
"Not that I actually ever want not to be captain," he assures Don. "I love being the captain. It's great being the captain of the Galleon. I mean, the Galleon belongs to all of us, but I'm her Captain, you know?" Maybe Don doesn't know. "We have a certain thing going on," ('special relationship' sounds a bit too fruity), "so I'd never want things to change. It's more..." Time to 'fess up, Captain. "It's the responsiblities." Marvelous gestures to himself in his fine red coat. "You have to admit, I'm not really made for responsibilities. But then I guess that's the point of being a pirate; you're not supposed to have any! But I do, Don. I totally do." Don probably isn't feeling the least bit sympathetic towards him. Marvelous tries to think if there's a way to make him understand.
"Oh!" He says. "It's like, when you're making dinner!" (Maybe dinner will be ready soon?) "You have to decide what to cook, first. And then you have to decide which ingredients you need. And then you have to decide how to prepare them all. And then how long to cook stuff for, and when to mix things together, and how to display it on the plate-" Marv really, truly does understand how much effort goes into Don making a meal. Such delicious, delicious effort. "And even though you love cooking, isn't it kind of a relief when it's all done and dusted and you don't have to decide anymore?"
"I don't want anyone to undermine me on the Galleon," he says. "It's not about that part. I just think it would be nice to get away from that and have someone else make all the decisions for a change. Hypothetically. In a scenario where things weren't really real, but I could still get what I need. I just want a temporary break, Don."
Marvelous sighs to himself again, looking at his boots pitifully. If nothing else his boots are at least utterly awesome, and perfectly showy. He jerks his head up, grinning.
"So to answer your question, I'm alright!" Yep, that will erase the last few minutes of ridiculously embarrassing babbling about stuff. "When's dinner?"
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Marvelous falls back onto the bed, arms and legs fanned out, and sighs. He closes his eyes and tries to shut out the day's events; the constant barrage of questions in mind about what do do next, where to go, what tactics to employ, what to do if Plan A didn't work out, what to do if Plan B didn't work out-
It's not often that Marvelous's finely crafted plans don't work, so he doesn't usually tell the others about the plan B and C (and etc.) parts. He keeps those close to his chest and continues to seem omnipotent in his crew's eyes.
It's tiring work being so successful though. And only now that he knows his crew are all back, and safe, and settled has he been able to retire to his own room and take a moment for himself. He might seem selfish to most people, but Marvelous has to be loud and crude about getting what he wants when he wants it, because 99% of the time his mind is actually focused on everyone else. That 1% of the time when he turns to his own needs he has to bark them out before he can forget, take before he starts thinking about the next Zangyack plot. You have to be ten steps ahead of the enemy to stay alive.
He hears the door to his room creak further open; it's so hesitant he knows it has to be Don stood there. He's proven right when Don opens his mouth to ask if he's alright.
Marvelous's first instinct is to say, "Yes, of course! Everything's awesome; we defeated the Zangyack today!" and perhaps, "when's dinner?" because food is a great distraction and stops a lot of people ever having to talk about feelings. And Don has a tendency to worry; Marvelous doesn't want to be the cause of any worry. His job is to protect his crew and make sure they're content, not be the cause of their distress. Sometimes he does completely suck at that though. Sometimes, once in a while, you have to let something else take precedence. Sometimes the crew have to take care of themselves. And Marv has trained them well; they totally can, and do. Honestly most of that doesn't even come from him, it's all them.
His next thought is to wonder if he can just stop thinking.
"Eh," he replies to Don's question, and drags himself into a sitting position. "Sometimes I think it might be nice not to be captain."
Don's face is a mixture of horror and confusion, so Marvelous quickly continues.
"Not that I actually ever want not to be captain," he assures Don. "I love being the captain. It's great being the captain of the Galleon. I mean, the Galleon belongs to all of us, but I'm her Captain, you know?" Maybe Don doesn't know. "We have a certain thing going on," ('special relationship' sounds a bit too fruity), "so I'd never want things to change. It's more..." Time to 'fess up, Captain. "It's the responsiblities." Marvelous gestures to himself in his fine red coat. "You have to admit, I'm not really made for responsibilities. But then I guess that's the point of being a pirate; you're not supposed to have any! But I do, Don. I totally do." Don probably isn't feeling the least bit sympathetic towards him. Marvelous tries to think if there's a way to make him understand.
"Oh!" He says. "It's like, when you're making dinner!" (Maybe dinner will be ready soon?) "You have to decide what to cook, first. And then you have to decide which ingredients you need. And then you have to decide how to prepare them all. And then how long to cook stuff for, and when to mix things together, and how to display it on the plate-" Marv really, truly does understand how much effort goes into Don making a meal. Such delicious, delicious effort. "And even though you love cooking, isn't it kind of a relief when it's all done and dusted and you don't have to decide anymore?"
"I don't want anyone to undermine me on the Galleon," he says. "It's not about that part. I just think it would be nice to get away from that and have someone else make all the decisions for a change. Hypothetically. In a scenario where things weren't really real, but I could still get what I need. I just want a temporary break, Don."
Marvelous sighs to himself again, looking at his boots pitifully. If nothing else his boots are at least utterly awesome, and perfectly showy. He jerks his head up, grinning.
"So to answer your question, I'm alright!" Yep, that will erase the last few minutes of ridiculously embarrassing babbling about stuff. "When's dinner?"
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Right now, though, he’s just reveling in Marvelous’s obedience to his command, watching the ecstasy that spreads over his entire body as he brings himself to his first orgasm just seconds after receiving the order. Don hadn’t realized he’d needed it quite that much, but it’s certainly pleasing to know that he’d managed to get Marvelous so turned on. And he doesn’t falter for a moment after his finished his first climax, the come just starting to drip down from where it had splashed on his chest, before continuing to stroke himself toward his second. Don can’t entirely believe he’s actually able to do it; Don has always been much too sensitive after orgasm to even want to think about touching himself again, and while he knows Marvelous is perfectly capable of coming just about as many times as he wants, he hasn’t ever seen him do this, just burn past any kind of a refractory period on sheer desire and willpower. If anything, he comes harder the second time, his hand tightening on Don’s waist as he lets out a ragged moan of pure pleasure.
Don is stunned silent for a moment. “Wow,” he says finally, breathless with awe. “Oh, my, you really are made for this, just like a machine... I’d turn you into a generator if I wasn’t so set on keeping you all to myself.” And if there was an actual way to turn sexual energy into power for the Galleon, of course, but there’s no need to mention that to Marvelous now. “Oh, that was good, so good...” He strokes his hand up and down Marvelous’s thigh thoughtfully, trying to decide what to make him do next, and when he realizes the answer, a throb of arousal hits him hard enough to make him groan.
“That was good,” he repeats, teasing over Marvelous’s skin with his fingers. “But you forgot one thing.” He takes Marvelous’s chin in his hand and tilts it up so that Marvelous can’t look away from him. “You didn’t say ‘Yes, sir’ when I gave you your orders.” He smiles and gives Marvelous a kiss on the cheek, then leans forward so that when he speaks again, his lips are brushing against Marvelous's ear. “Do it over.”
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But his stomach just about does a nose-dive as he hears it. “You didn’t say ‘Yes, sir’", “Do it over.”" It's a twisting combination of terrible and wonderful all at once, it makes him feel a little bit sick, and then that feeling dissipates as he realises the demand is so incredibly serious that he's turned on regardless. Don is practically exploiting his naturally high sex drive, and Marvelous has let him. He got so concerned with his own pleasure that he forgot to make the verbal confirmation. He won't make that mistake again.
"Yes, sir," he says, swallowing hard. Don is leaning over right beside his ear, breathing his warm breath right onto Marvelous's skin; he probably heard that.
Possibly if Marvelous were allowed to come enough times he might get strung out enough to really relax for a while. Maybe that's what Don is thinking, looking out for him in this strict, demanding way. Marvelous wishes he could find out, though it's probably better to stop looking for motivations. Don didn't even allow him permission to apologize for his wrong-doing, and Marvelous certainly isn't going to risk anything but following orders because now he knows what Don is capable of. It's amazing.
And of course it doesn't matter that he needs a few minutes to recover from the two orgasms in a row, that his cock isn't hard anymore, he knows what he has to do. Marvelous reaches down to touch himself again, running his fingers around the base of his cock in the hopes that he can work his cock back to hardness again quickly. Don sits back and watches him expectantly, and although that's a fierce pressure to be under it's also a powerful lure. Marvelous can rise to expectations. And he does, even though his cock starts to feel a little tender once he is done bestowing this much attention on it.
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“I know you can do it,” Don says, gentling his tone a little. He starts to stroke the bicep of Marvelous’s free arm, squeezing the muscle and feeling how firm it is. “It’s alright if you need a little more time, just keep your hand moving and don’t stop.”
Sure enough, Marvelous’s cock is erect again before long, though Marvelous isn’t moving with quite the same vigor he’d had before. “Feeling a little tender?” Don asks, and reaches down to tweak the head of Marvelous’s cock. He wants to overstimulate Marvelous a bit if he can, though he’s not sure it’s possible. “You can take your time, I’m not in a hurry.” He braces one hand on Marvelous’s shoulder and slides the other down the length of his arm.
“And this time, you’re going to do a little something for me, too.”
Don takes Marvelous’s wrist in his hand and lifts it slowly up, letting Marvelous’s hand drag all the way up his waist to his chest. He adjusts it so that Marvelous’s palm and fingers are on his ribs, while his thumb is perfectly positioned to be able to sweep over Don’s nipple, already very stiff beneath his shirt. “You don’t need to move anything but your thumb, and don’t do it too hard.” He guides Marvelous’s thumb across his nipple once to demonstrate, closing his eyes and gasping as pleasure jolts through him. “Just like that.” He moves his hand from Marvelous’s wrist and grabs onto his other shoulder - he knows he’s going to need to hang on for this. “Now, come for me.”
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He's challenging Marvelous's ability to keep going? Marvelous can keep going all night for Don. He hasn't even been permitted to touch Don properly yet! There's still a long way to go. Don voices the same sort of sentiment when he says, "I’m not in a hurry". Marvelous slows the movement of his hand down on his cock to slow, attentive strokes that don't come close to stopping but do allow him to start again and find the pace he wants. He tries to make a show of it, his hand sliding up and down his cock with a purpose, hoping it will please Don. The way Don had reached down to his cock with a flick of his wrist at the tip had made Marvelous's hips jerk, and he isn't sure if it was the action itself, or because Don had joined in with touching his cock, or both, so Marvelous emulates it with his own hand. It's still good.
It's better when Don takes his hand and lightly drags it so that it skates all the way up his side, beneath Marvelous's coat. Then he manipulates Marvelous's fingers to where he wants them, and Marvelous realises excitedly that he gets to touch Don now. Not too much, Don tells him, and Marvelous knows that's because he doesn't want to get overstimulated too quickly, so as much as he wants to tease Don's nipple until Don is whimpering and on the verge of climax he can't. He runs the pad of his thumb over Don's nipple as he was shown; it's fiercely hard and very obvious through his shirt and just that simple, tiny touch has Don shutting his eyes and taking a breath because how good it feels. He's so sensitive and it's so sexy. Marvelous doesn't even have fingertips - plural - on Don but he can provoke these soft, desperate little noises even so. That's the thing that feeds his desire to orgasm again. Marvelous starts to feel the urgency build in his cock that has only been absent for mere minutes when some people take hours, but that still feels like far too long.
"Come for me," Don says, and though he had said he wasn't in a hurry surely he means now? "Yes, sir!" Marvelous says, eyes firmly on Don's euphoric face. He's able to comply, intense heat building up between his legs as he speeds up his strokes on his cock, and comes on command. He keeps enough of his wits about him to keep on stroking even as a moan escapes his throat, along with a broken, "yes, oh, you look so-" before realising that just because he usually likes to talk about how good Don looks when he's all hot and succumbing to pleasure doesn't mean he's allowed to talk right now, though it wasn't forbidden, either. He cuts himself off, panting heavily and looking at Don to see what will happen now.
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When Don orders him to come, he doesn’t necessarily mean that instant, because expecting someone to orgasm on command would be outright unrealistic, but Marvelous does it anyway. He lets out a long groan as he comes, spilling his semen down the insides of both Don’s thighs and his own. He’s actually starting to look a little tired, now that he’s on his third orgasm inside of a few minutes with hardly any time to rest, but he keeps his hand going on his cock without faltering. Don is very impressed, and just about to praise him, when Marvelous speaks completely out of turn, groaning out a few words before cutting himself off as he realizes his mistake. He looks up at Don almost pitifully, waiting to hear what Don will make him do as punishment for his outburst even as he’s panting and still stroking himself.
For a moment, Don isn’t sure how to react. He’s a little shocked that Marvelous would slip up like that, except for how he isn’t - it makes perfect sense that Marvelous would have trouble with self-restraint, after all. And at the same time, it’s not like Don had forbidden him to speak, and making him start over again now might be too cruel. Maybe it wouldn’t be too lenient of him to allow Marvelous a chance to redeem himself.
Don laughs softly and reaches up to stroke Marvelous’s cheek. “Don’t fret, I’m not displeased with you,” he says. “I know you’re just trying to please me, and that you want to do it so badly that you just can’t contain yourself. You can’t help wanting to serve your purpose.” He leans forward and kisses Marvelous’s parted lips, swallowing up the noises he makes. “And you’re doing a good job of it,” he adds. He presses his mouth to Marvelous’s for another moment before breaking the kiss again and leaning back. “I’m not displeased with you for wanting to tell me how I look.” He runs one hand down to Marvelous’s chest and takes one of Marvelous’s nipples - not so pert and tender as his own, but sensitive nonetheless - between his fingers, toying with it idly as he speaks. “I want to hear what you have to say. Tell me all the things it’s doing to you just to look at me, and then I’ll decide whether I’m displeased or not.” He gives Marvelous’s nipple a little tweak. “And don’t forget to call me sir.”
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His hand is wet and sticky as he moves it over his cock, and it isn't the only part of him that's a little come-splattered. Don doesn't even seem to care what a mess he's made. Perhaps that's because most of it is in fact on Marvelous himself, dripping down his chest and onto his stomach, while Don is (almost!) pristine. Keeping his composure compared to Marvelous who is still trying to settle his breathing back down, and is sweating now too.
"I'm so hot," he breathes, "because you're so good at telling me what to do. You hold your chin higher and say everything so crisply, and it's sexy because it's so unusual, but it's still totally you. And if it were up to me we'd have been back on the bed long before now, rocking against one another, but it's not up to me. It's all you, and you're so much better at details than me. You make me feel the little things, make me be patient and wait for the pay-off instead of rushing in, and when I see you practising what you preach you just look amazing. You feel everything, and I like being able to make you feel so good from the smallest touch and know that it's going to get even better. I just want to do everything you want me to, I want to pleasure you exactly the way you want it."
Marvelous is pretty sure that's not exactly what Don asked him to say, but he has to get it all out. Being allowed to say things - even if they're not the filthy, dirty things he might usually say - is the only freedom he has, he wants Don to be as flattered as possible. And talking about Don if he can only barely touch Don is the best possible catalyst he has at the moment for getting aroused again as quickly as possible.
"Sir," he says, wincing a little at the slight tenderness of his cock, but it isn't so bad that he can't enjoy the sensation, "looking at you makes me makes my hips want to keep jerking, it makes me want to keep coming for you as much as you want." It makes me want to press my body to yours and lick you all over Marvelous thinks, but doesn't say. He has the prescence of mind enough to know he doesn't get to call the shots.
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Don smiles, not the haughty, disdainful smirk he’s been wearing for the scene, but his own genuine one. “Well, I can’t possibly be displeased with you after hearing all of that, can I,” he says, and leans in to kiss Marvelous on the mouth, slower this time, wrapping his arms around Marvelous’s shoulders and drawing it out. “You’re so good at this,” he murmurs against Marvelous’s mouth before leaning back again.
“You’ve pleased me very much,” he says, glowing with confidence after all the praise Marvelous had lavished on him. “I’m certainly glad to hear that you’re ready to pleasure me even more.” Don slides his hands down Marvelous’s chest, giving his pectorals a little squeeze along the way. “And that you want to keep coming for me. Because I want to see you milk yourself dry, until that nice big cock of yours is so spent and tender you’d beg for mercy if I tickled it with a feather...” It’s not a thing that’s likely to happen, given how quickly Marvelous gets re-energized, but that doesn’t mean Don wouldn’t like to see it.
“And I believe you owe me another orgasm right now.” He glances down at Marvelous’s cock to see how he’s doing, and sees the semen Marvelous had spilled on him starting to drip down his thigh. He reaches down between his legs and wipes it off onto his fingers. “I ought to punish you for coming on me without my leave,” he says, and raises his hand so that his sticky fingers are right near Marvelous’s mouth. “But I’ll forgive you if you lick it up for me.”
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Don touches him, too, but this time it's literal. He puts his hands on Marvelous's chest and gives a good feel to the places he hasn't already scrutinized. Marvelous is starting to feel like a piece of meat. It isn't like Don hasn't touched him to give him pleasure; fingers on his cock, the tweak of his nipple, but so much more often the way he touches Marvelous seem bent on his own pleasure. A thrill runs through Marvelous that he can pleasure Don without even doing anything.
Don glances down at his cock as he speaks, and Marvelous doesn't know if he can milk himself dry, but he knows he is perfectly capable of trying. Don's eyes on him after complimenting his cock, telling him that what would satisfy him is if Marvelous was basically all fucked-out. Marvelous is never all fucked-out. He has no idea what that would even be like... Perhaps he can understand Don's curiosity. He starts stroking himself a little more enthusiastically again; Don, on him, touching him, letting Marvelous touch him, it all helps bring back the arousal without much trouble at all.
He loves taking Don's fingers into his mouth, playing his tongue over and between them, sucking on them and allowing Don to think about Marvelous's mouth on his cock instead. It isn't a tease when you intend to follow through. But if he were to do that now he might be punished. He's lucky Don is being so lenient, even though it really wasn't Marvelous's fault he came on Don at all! He's supposed to control where it lands, too?
"Yes, sir," Marvelous says as humbly as he can, brushing his lips over Don's fingers, "I'm sorry, sir." He slips his tongue out of his mouth and licks the tips of Don's fingers neatly, so it can only be interpreted as cleanliness and not teasing. The taste of salt fills his mouth.
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“That’s alright, I forgive you,” says Don, stroking Marvelous’s hair with his now clean hand. “You have such a clever mouth. I’ll have to put it to work later.” He brushes his fingers over Marvelous’s lips before lowering his hand to guide Marvelous’s thumb across his nipple again. “Now, don’t stop doing that, it feels so good...” He braces himself with his hands on Marvelous’s biceps, stroking the tense, firm muscles as he clings to them. “Aah, that’s so nice, n-not too hard...” Don would love to just succumb to the pleasure and let Marvelous touch to his heart’s content, but they’ve still only just gotten started, and Don can’t let himself get too excited yet.
Don moves his hands to Marvelous’s waist and drags them slowly down over the taut muscles there. “Are you ready to come again?” he says, a little breathless, and lets his hands slide down to Marvelous’s hips, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear to stroke at the skin right where his hips meet his thighs. “Come whenever you’re ready, and then I’ll decide what to do with you next.”
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He does have to keep his touch light and gentle, though; Don gets aroused so easily from having his nipples touched, and he's already fidgeting on top of Marvelous as he stammers his instructions, which are no less impactful just because they're not strictly delivered. Don is having to be restrained here too. Marvelous makes sure to keep his touch feather-light, and compensates for it by starting to stroke his cock more quickly and firmly instead. Don looks so beautiful like this, lightly flushed and breathless. He'd look even nicer naked, but Marvelous will have to be patient, wait and see.
It's little enough contact, but he still gets to touch. And Don runs the flats of his palms down Marvelous's skin until he is at Marvelous's waist, and then his hips - not quite close to his cock but close enough; closer than they've been for a while. His fingers dip even lower. Marvelous can still taste his come in his mouth, a spark to his senses, a reminder of his own arousal. He loves having the opportunity to come so many times so closely together, and push his body in ways that he hasn't in a long time. It's impossible not to be continuously aroused by Don anyway! Piece of cake.
It's certainly no failing of his that he takes a few minutes longer to come this time, feeling his cock get harder and harder until it's straining just like Don's nipple beneath his shirt. A deliciously powerful heat flares up below his stomach. Don had asked him if he was ready to come again - a direct question, and given him the okay to do so whenever, and he won't forget again this time!, so Marvelous speaks an obedient, "yes, sir!" a moment before he comes. He even has the presence of mind through his sharp (and yet smugly satisfying - fourth in a row) orgasm to make sure he comes only on himself and not anywhere near Don.
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“Very good,” says Don, sliding his hands slowly back up Marvelous’s waist. “That was perfect, I knew you could do it again. You’re just incredible.” He tips Marvelous’s chin up to kiss him while he’s still panting from his orgasm, loving the way that Marvelous’s lips part so readily beneath his own, then leans back and plants one hand square in the middle of Marvelous’s chest. “Such a good boy,” he says, and pushes Marvelous down onto the bed. He goes down quite easily, since his muscles are still slackened from his orgasm, and Don can’t help feeling proud of having gotten Marvelous so completely under his thumb.
“I’m very pleased with you,” Don says. He smirks down at Marvelous for a moment before leaning forward to place his hands on either side of Marvelous’s head, lowering himself down towards Marvelous’s chest in a way that he knows will show off his flexibility. Marvelous’s coat falls open and hangs down over them both, brushing over Marvelous’s skin. Don bends further down until his chest is nearly pressed to Marvelous’s, not caring if some of Marvelous’s come gets on his shirt - he can wash it later, after all, it’s not as though he’s never had to wash that kind of stain out before. “You’ve done so well that I’m going to give your cock a little break,” he murmurs, looking straight into Marvelous’s eyes from only a few inches above him. “Not for too long, because I know you’ve still got a lot left in you. But right now, I just want you to put your arms around my back while I kiss you.” He lowers his head and claims Marvelous’s mouth with a rough, hungry kiss.
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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.
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He gives Marvelous one last firm kiss, tugging his lower lip between his teeth before letting go. “Very good,” he murmurs, and straightens himself so that he’s sitting upright again, straddling Marvelous’s hips. He runs his hands over Marvelous’s chest, feeling it rise and fall as Marvelous continues panting. “I think you’ve had enough rest for now, though.” Don slips one hand down between Marvelous’s thighs to examine his cock, and finds him already half hard again. “Look at you, ready to go again already...” He teases over the length of Marvelous’s cock with his fingertips, smirking at the reactions it elicits from him. “But I’ve got something else for you to do for me first,” he says, and takes his hand away.
Don reaches up to pull Marvelous’s coat down off his shoulders, and lets it drop down behind him. He’ll put it back on in a moment, but for now it needs to be off. “My shirt’s gotten soiled,” he says, glancing down at where Marvelous’s come has smeared against the fabric of his undershirt. “Take it off for me, nice and slow, so that your fingers run over my skin while you do it. And once you’ve done that, I’ll give you your next order.”
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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.