Gentle kisses are placed on his neck and back area. They are placed randomly and do not follow any pattern and the goal they have is to caress his skin in those areas. Clint shows his affection in many ways and this is one of the gentler methods. Compared to last night, this is innocent and probably serves as an excuse for the rough manner.
He has no problem when things get rough. They both know that each of them is capable of stopping the situation. But he also knows that sometimes they both need things to be less tender. Sometimes he can handle the rough feeling better than the gentle feeling of affection. The kisses move back up. Clint lingers on his neck for a brief moment. It nips at his skin before a feather-light kiss is placed on it.
“You vampire,” Marc murmurs into the pillow and he listens to the sound of Clint laughing. “I never said otherwise,” Clint replies and starts another kiss, which lands right under his ear. "Can I bite you?" Clint asks in a rough whisper that sends excitement through his body.
Marc nods. He's still sleeping lightly and still caught in a fog from last night. Clint turns him onto his back and places a hand on his cheek, forcing Marc to look at him. The process on the windows keeps the sunlight out, still shrouding the room in darkness. However, it is bright enough to know that the night is long over. Clint's gaze is calm, but has a slight hardness and focus that would probably make others nervous.
His eyes are no longer red, which is a good sign. It means that Marc is the one who can't think clearly right now and that - unlike last night - Clint is in control of his senses. “Can I bite you?” Clint asks again. Marc starts to nod again, but stops and mumbles “Yes”. Clint's gaze is fixed on him, as if he's trying to get into his head and search for the truth.
“You sure?” Clint asks, gently brushing his cheek with his thumb. It's a soft gesture that could put him straight back to sleep. “Yes,” Marc repeats, grabbing Clint’s wrist. “Everything is green and cotton candy soft,” explains Marc, and this brings a smile to Clint’s face. It chases away the harsh shadows and makes the eyes appear bluer again. Clint leans in and gives Marc a kiss on the lips.
He can taste a metallic taste that he doesn't think twice about. "You say something when it gets too much, okay." "Okay," Marc replies, pulling Clint down again for a kiss that's calm and far removed from the chaos of last night. It is beautiful. Clint begins to press random kisses down his torso. He kisses small and larger scars, nips teasingly at his nipples and pulls at the chest hair with his free hand.
“Do you want to pull my hair out?” Marc asks questioningly. “I wouldn't even think of it. I love it,” Clint replies, grinning and gently tugging on a hair. “Because you don’t grow any?” Marc asks with a grin and Clint pulls harder on the hair. “Ouch,” Marc says, reaching for Clint’s hand. “Okay, okay. I'm sorry," Marc begins and Clint makes a satisfied noise before planting more kisses.
He stays on the hip area for a while. He is sensitive in these areas and it sends joyful warmth through his body. Clint nips at the skin, not hard enough to break the skin, but with enough sensation that it pinches. Marc knows that there will be little red irritated spots that will hurt in a good way. Clint's path continues to his thighs and then he feels a warm tongue on his dick. "Oh," he breathes out in surprise as Clint takes all of him into his mouth. Marc closes his eyes as pure excitement slides through his body. His hands automatically find their way into Clint's hair and Clint hums contentedly, sending more waves through him.
Clint happily teases him with his tongue, kissing up and down the shaft and it doesn't take long for him to notice that it's hard. Clint pampers him tenderly while Marc just concentrates on the warm, pulsating feeling building up inside him. "Oh...Clint," Marc sighs, tugging on Clint's hair again. He has to suppress the urge to lift his hips and chase for more. It's hard, though, because Clint starts teasing him, eliciting a dissatisfied hum from him.
However, Clint just smiles contentedly and then takes his hand to help. Clint's hand brushes over him gently, yet with enough pressure that Marc makes a joyful noise. As Clint caresses him with his hand, Clint begins to press small kisses on the inside of his right thigh. He revels in the gentle touch and absorbs the tender kisses like a sponge. The kisses turn into light nips as the pressure around him increases slightly. His insides pulsate contentedly and the warmth builds up, like a volcano that is slowly starting to bubble and is only a few moments away from erupting.
His whole body is heated and tingling, he can feel the small affected areas that Clint lovingly took over. They glow hot and send signals to his brain. Clint's hand is a constant one, holding him tightly and tenderly bringing him closer and closer to breaking out.
The bite is so sudden that he gasps for air and claws his hands into Clint's hair, hurting himself. “Fuck,” he murmurs as he comes, his body pumping him full of adrenaline and endorphins. A fog settles around him and a renewed warmth overcomes him. The pain goes away just as quickly as it came and all he gets is Clint's hand, still holding him, and Clint's kisses, which apologetically soothe the damaged skin.
“Oh look at you,” Clint says with a grin. Marc fights through the fog and looks at Clint, who is hovering above him. His lips are red and there is a red drop on his chin. With his free hand, Clint reaches up to Marc's face and gently strokes his cheek again with his thumb. Marc leans into the touch. “Must be great to be high on hormones”
Marc nods.
“It’s fantastic,” he murmurs. He can understand why people go to special clubs just to get bitten. The mix of hormones released is an incredible feeling and, in combination with sex and someone you trust, a special experience. It's a bit strange at first, the subsequent lack of blood is still something that takes getting used to, but Clint is a good vampire friend and cares.
“Do you want coffee?” Clint asks, placing a kiss on the other side of Marc’s cheek. “I want you,” Marc replies, wrapping his arms around Clint to pull him closer. “I have to clean,” Clint smiles, but lets Marc lead him and lies down next to him. His hand lands on Marc's chest and begins to gently draw circles with his finger through the hair above his heart.
“Later,” Marc murmurs, allowing himself to be lulled by the fog.
“Okay,” Clint replies with a slight smile and presses a kiss to Marc’s cheek, which leaves a slightly reddish mark.