Blue Waterfalls

With Steven's new job as a tour-guide at the museum and Marc working at the animal shelter their routine grows busy. There are some days where they're both so exhausted after work they can't even bring up the energy to make dinner. Other days their schedules don't match, meaning Steven has the next day off but Marc has to get up early. Or the other way around.

But today is their day off with nothing to do and Marc plans on catching up with his lover.

They take their time in the morning.

Marc is the first one to wake up. His brain is still clinging to sleep, knowing that he has nowhere to be and there will be no alarm blaring in a few minutes.

He tightens his arms around Steven, his body deliciously warm from sleep. Without opening his eyes, he presses a row of kisses against Steven's nape, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin.

His alter seems in no rush to wake up. Steven keeps snoring softly, occasionally mumbling something incoherent into his pillow.

The sun rises behind the curtains, basking the room in a yellow glow. Eventually marc blinks his eyes open and allows his body to wake up at its own pace.

As Steven sleeps Marc takes his sweet time mapping out his body. He smooths his hand down Steven's curls, carefully brushing his knuckles over Steven's neck. Following a path downwards over his shoulder to the dip of his waist.

Despite the weather growing warmer, Steven still refuses to sleep without a shirt. Partly because he gets cold very fast during the night but also because he feels a bit insecure. Steven's body is significantly softer than Marc's, a fact Marc adores more than anything, and he still hasn't really gotten used to that fact.

They're working on it.

It doesn't bother Marc in the slightest because he's still able to feel Steven's body through the fabric; from his ribs to the soft curves of his waist. If he could, he'd map out Steven's body out for days.

He rests his hand on his hip, rubbing circles into the skin where his shirt ridden up.

The movement seems to slowly pull Steven from the land of sleep. He sighs deeply and the snoring stops, his body moving closer to Marc. In answer Marc curls his arms protectively around Steven's waist and kisses the skin beneath his ear.

''Morning, baby.''

Steven's barely awake yet but still answer. His voice is croaky and hoarse with sleep, forcing Marc's insides to clench when he hears it.

''Hi, love.''

He smiles and cuddles Steven impossibly closer. This is one of his favourite things between them; waking up with Steven in his arms. No alarm, no rush, just them.

''Did you sleep okay?'' Marc asks. ''You were tossing a lot around three in the morning.''

Marc remembers because it woke him up. He checked the time before wrapping Steven in his arms to remind his subconscious he wasn't alone. There were no obvious signs of a nightmare but they're not always as present.

''I've had a dream.'' Steven confesses quietly. ''Can't remember about what, though.''

He hums in sympathy and kisses Steven's cheek.

''You're safe here. I'll make sure of it.''

Steven huffs out a small laugh, getting hold of Marc's hand that rests underneath his head as he snuggles closer.

''Cheers.''

Marc joins him in laughter. The other man always knows what to do or say to brighten up the situation. It's just his second nature to try and see everything positive.

They fall into comfortable silence, both still clinging to the last traces of sleep. The bed is comfortably warm and the only sound noticeable is the filter running in the tank of Gus I and Gus II.

The more Steven wakes up, the more restless he becomes.

His body always seems to be in a rush to move. He finds it difficult to rest on his days off, always feeling the unnecessary pressure to be up and about.

Marc on the other hand has no intentions of getting up this early so he pulls Steven closer. The arm around his waist drops lower with the movement, where he can feel Steven's arousal through the material of his sleeping pants.

His alter gasps quietly, the quick touch enough to spike the heat already coiling inside his tummy. Marc smiles against the shell of his ear as he slowly works his hand between Steven's leg, cupping him through his pants.

''Are you sure it wasn't a pleasant dream last night?'' Marc whispers, ''Surely feels like it.''

Steven breathes out his name and Marc can see that his eyes are closed again. His mouth is open to get in more air when Marc begins to move his fingers. He palms over Steven's cock to get him going, even though he knows not much is needed.

There's already a wet patch where Steven is leaking precum and Marc needs to bite his lip to keep quiet when he feels it. He finds it incredibly sexy how easily and fast Steven grows wet whenever they do this.

''Marc-'' Steven moans softly, turning his head into his pillow when Marc drops an open mouth kiss against his neck. ''Please.''

He shushes him quietly, pressing the palm of his hand firmly against Steven's heat.

''I know.'' He whispers. ''I'll take care of you.''

Marc moves so he's hovering over Steven, holding himself up on his elbows. His alter blinks up at him with a sleepy smile on his face, reaching upwards to cup the side of Marc's face.

The breath gets knocked from his chest.

Suddenly it feels like he can't breathe. The sunlight that filters through the curtains falls over Steven's form like a halo, catching on every soft curve and every loveable edge. A small dimple decorated his cheek and his eyes crinkle with happiness while looking at Marc.

''I love you-'' Marc breathes out, ''so fucking much.''

Steven falls silent and his fingers still where they rest in Marc's hair. His smile grows, wobbling dangerously as if he can't decide between happiness or disbelief.

''What?'' he asks, voice timid as if trying to get the confirmation he desperately seeks.

Marc has always thought about the right way to say the words. They hold a lot of meaning to him, and he knows to Steven too, so he wanted it to be right.

This feels right. Saying it during the moment he feels like his body is going to combust with emotions for his partner. Replying it to convince Steven about the truth behind it goes very easy.

''I love you.'' He repeats. ''I love you, Steven.''

A weak laugh spills from Steven's mouth as his eyes fill with tears. Marc brushes them away before they can fall down his cheeks and dips his head down to press a kiss against his forehead.

Steven pulls him down for a kiss that's more teeth because they can't stop grinning. It's not their most perfect kiss but it's definitely the best one yet, filled with giddiness and love.

''I love you, too.'' Steven breathes against Marc's lips. ''You've got no clue how much I love you.''

Marc grins. ''Thank God for that. Would have been awkward if you didn't, babe.''

His alter snorts and light-heartedly punches his shoulder.

''Shut up, bloody wanker.''

''Who are you calling a wanker?'' Marc asks, feigning shock. ''Is that any way to talk to the man who wanks you?''

Steven hums softly, his face softening as he brushes his knuckles over Marc's stubble.

''Maybe you should expand your horizon, yeah? I reckon there's a bloody gorgeous boyfriend who I want to make love to.''

Marc's brain stutters to a halt. A million things rush through his head and he tries to settle for one thing at a time. Worry coils inside his stomach.

''Hey, you know that's not what I was insinuating-''

''I know.'' Steven smiles. ''But I really want to. I mean, if that's what you want, too. You don't have to! I just- I love you.''

His little rant makes Marc laugh again. Happiness is bursting through his veins, taking hold of every cell until there is nothing else left.

''Are you sure? Because there still is no pressure at all. I didn't say it because I wanted something in return, sweetheart.''

''I know.'' Steven repeats, visibly calmer. ''It feels right, with you. I know you'll take care of me.''

Marc wastes no time in agreeing, nodding his head and kissing the corner of Steven's mouth.

''I promise. Always, baby.''

His alter grins, mischief flickering in his eyes.

''Well, what are you waiting for? I'm not getting any younger laying here.''

Marc snort and brushes their noses together.

''You are getting cuter, though.''

''Cheers.''

They laugh softly against each other's lips before Marc bends closer to kiss Steven. The kiss starts out slow before Steven grows impatient. He whimpers in silent question and Marc answers by using his tongue.

Steven starts melting the longer they kiss. His body is very responsive, like warm clay in the hands of an artist. Marc takes his time kissing his lover, knowing there is no rush. Besides, kissing Steven is one of his favourite things to do.

Marc lets his hands wander and curls his fingers around the soft fabric of Steven's sweater. He gently tugs, pulling back from their kiss. Steven tries to follow his lips, always desperate for more, but Marc doesn't let him.

''Arms up, baby.''

Steven is always happy to oblige, lifting his arms so Marc can easily slip of his sweatshirt. His eyes are drawn to his bare torso and he can't help but touch him after throwing the piece of clothing aside.

''Fuck, you're beautiful.'' Marc mumbles, forming a path downwards of kisses from Steven's neck to his belly. His alter doesn't protest but his body grows a bit tense. Marc flickers his eyes back to Steven's face to make sure he's okay but doesn't stop kissing him.

He takes his sweet time marking Steven up, creating bruised art over his fair skin. Steven hisses when Marc works the skin around his collarbone between his teeth, so he apologizes quietly by soothing the sting with his tongue.

His ribs are next. Marc kisses each one his lips find before lowering down, smiling against Steven's belly when his hands appear in his hair.

''Still okay?'' He checks, kissing above the band of his pyjama pants when he nods.

They haven't gone that far yet but still. Steven looks like he's one second away from falling apart. His belly quivers under Marc's fingers and his legs are shaking where they rest next to Marc's head.

''Hey.'' Marc squeezes Steven's hip and waits until his alter looks at him. ''You're shaking, sweetheart.''

For a minute he was worried that they're crossing a line that Steven isn't really ready for, but then he starts giggling breathlessly and his worries ease a bit.

''I'm honestly afraid I'm going to burst from this alone.'' Steven admits, making Marc laugh, too.

''That's okay.'' He presses a kiss against Steven's hipbone. ''I'm planning on making you come more than once, anyway.''

Steven curses under his breath and clenches his eyes shut, obviously overwhelmed. Marc takes pity on him and gives him a moment to catch his breath before he continues what he started earlier.

After sucking another bruise on Steven's hip, he curls his fingers underneath Steven's pants, looking up at him in question. The other man nods eagerly and lifts his hips when Marc pulls his pyjama bottom and underwear down in one go.

His cock slaps up wetly against Steven's tummy and Marc supresses the urge to swallow him down in one go. His own cock is painfully hard inside his own joggers, straining against the fabric and begging for relief.

But before that he plans on making his lover come.

Marc shuffles down the mattress between Steven legs, making himself comfortable on his stomach. The soft mattress beneath his hips feels too good to ignore so he allows himself a few short grinds down to get the edge off.

His eyes find Steven. He looks fucking sinful; curls sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyes dark with lust, a flush spreading over his face down his body and his cock red with arousal, nestled in the crook of his hip.

''You look so good like this.'' Marc says. His voice comes out gravely, rough with arousal and heat. ''All spread out for me. My good boy.''

Steven moans as if Marc actually touched him instead of simply talking to him. But Marc knows what he needs and what he secretly craves. He always wants to be told he's good.

''Yeah, let me hear you, baby.'' He presses open-mouth kisses against the inside of Steven's left thigh, teasingly biting down on the sensitive skin.

''Marc- shit.''

Steven groans softly, his fingers curling in the blankets. It's obvious he's holding back and that's not acceptable.

He pulls back from his thigh, earning another weak moan from Steven, to look at him. Marc crawls over Steven's body so they're face to face. His thumb is used to pull Steven's bottom lip free from his teeth, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the bitten skin.

''Don't do that.'' Marc commands. ''Don't try to be quiet. Let me hear you.''

Marc clasps his hand to the back of Steven's neck and pulls him in a bruising kiss. He licks inside Steven's mouth, searching for that weak spot that has him going limp almost instantly.

The minute he finds it Steven starts moaning. Marc swallows his moans as if starved, softly biting down on his bottom lip to hear the noise even better.

Suddenly all brakes are left lose within Steven. He starts moaning and whining in earnest, pressing his hips upwards against Marc looking for friction.

''That's it.'' He whispers, ''Fuck, such a good boy, listening when I tell you what to do.''

''Marc.'' Steven whines, fingers tightly grasping Marc's curls.

''I know, sweetheart.'' He softly pats over his lover's ribs down to his bare hip, squeezing to show he understands.

He wants to reward Steven for being obedient and sweet, always happy to praise him. Marc catches Steven's lips in one last kiss before he lets go and scoots back down again, lips and tongue tracing his torso.

Steven is trying to push his hips up when Marc hovers close and his dark eyes are hyper-focused on Marc.

As shy as Steven may be, a whole different part of him reveals whenever they get intimate. He's not as confident as Marc but there's a certain bashfulness that makes him very hard to resist. When he gets so deep inside his head that he can't bother with how he looks or how he sounds, only chasing that sweet release he knows is lingering.

Marc can see that Steven is reaching that point and he intends to push him there.

He makes himself comfortable and takes Steven's cock in his hand. The weight rests familiar in his palm, the head wet with precum. It's definitely a sight that has Marc's toes curl and his hips shift against the mattress again.

Without wasting any more time Marc presses a few kisses to the head. Steven gasps quietly above him and his legs shift as if his subconscious wants to grant Marc more room.

Marc gently sucks the head in his mouth and can't hold back the moan that escapes when he tastes Steven's precum. His alter answers with a whine and a shift of his hips, his chest trembling with every breath.

The sunlight from outside prickles over Marc's bare back, heating up his skin as if he isn't already burning up from the inside. It will never get better than watching Steven get lost in pleasure.

He holds Steven's hips down before swallowing him down. Steven keens and his head rolls back, obviously overwhelmed by the new feeling. Marc moves his head slowly up and down, making sure he keeps it easy and slow to let Steven get used to the feeling.

After he pulled off Steven's hands appear in his hair again, softly pulling the strands to gain his attention.

''Please don't stop.'' Steven begs, his voice high but at the same time soft. ''Please- s'good.''

Marc huffs out a laugh and presses another kiss against Steven's length. He knows the familiar heat and wetness of a blowjob, therefore he knows how Steven must feel right now. The first time he received a blowjob himself Marc felt like he was going to come within 5 seconds.

Not that he would mind if Steven did. If anything, else he would take it as a compliment.

''I'll make you come, as long as you keep your hands right here.'' Marc pats Steven's hands still curled in his hair. ''And your legs here.'' He pulls Steven's legs over his shoulders.

''Okay?''

Steven nods and licks his lips. ''Yeah, yes. I- promise.''

He softly pulls Marc's hair to prove his point before his fingers loosen up, resting them on top of Marc's head.

Marc focusses on the task at hand (pun intended), guiding Steven's cock back inside his mouth. He follows a trail of precum that dripped down his shaft with his tongue, wrapping his lips around the head afterwards.

While he works, Marc also focusses on Steven. Every sound that comes from his chest, every breath of air that flows out of his mouth, every tremor that runs through his body. He swallows Steven down with no trouble and stays there for a moment, letting his throat relax around Steven's dick.

His alter can't seem to stop making noises, to Marc's satisfaction. His fingers yank at Marc's hair when he swallows around his cock on the way up only to drop back down almost immediately. Spit and precum is dribbling down Steven his shaft but neither of them care.

''Marc-'' Steven whines, pulling his hair while he visibly holds back from pushing Marc's head down. ''bloody- fuck. Oh Gods, I'm-.''

Marc knows what Steven is trying to say. In lieu of answering he drops his head down again and lets the head of his cock brush against the back of his throat. He focusses on swallowing down around Steven and gently cups his balls in one hand.

Suddenly Steven unravels. He cries out in pleasure as he comes, his hands clenched tightly in Marc's hair. Marc can feel Steven's toes curl where they rest against his back and his thigh shake next to his head.

His cock twitches as it empties down Marc's throat. Marc swallows everything easily before gently pulling off to catch his breath.

Steven's legs fall from Marc's shoulders as if they lost their feeling and his fingers drop to pat Marc's cheeks. He crawls over Steven's body to his head, smiling down at his lover who blinks at him. His eyes are trying to focus, making Marc grin.

''Good?''

''Bloody amazing.'' Steven answers, smiling so happily that it goes straight to Marc's heart. ''Thank you.''

Marc brushes some hair from Steven's forehead and kisses him.

''We haven't even reached the best part yet.'' He whispers against Steven's lips.

Part of Steven is that he overall comes a lot faster than Marc, yes. But his body is always ready for more, always ready to go again after coming already. They're both aware of that fact and despite Steven getting flustered over it, Marc can never get enough.

''What?'' Steven yelps, looking at Marc as if he's gone mad.

He can't help but laugh again as he pulls Steven's hips up, groaning when he feels that he's hard again. Or maybe his cock never went soft after coming, begging for more more more.

''You've ever fingered yourself before?''

Theoretically, Marc knows Steven hasn't. When they shared a body, he would have noticed if Steven pleasured himself like that before going to sleep. He would have woken up still feeling where Steven pressed his fingers inside. Besides, he caught Steven getting off way too often. Not on purpose and he respected his privacy, but Marc couldn't help but notice the lack of fingering.

A blush rises on Steven's cheekbones.

''I mean, uhm.'' He frowns, suddenly looking frustrated. Marc notices and whispers his name, brushing his thumb over Steven's cheek.

''I always wanted to.'' Steven explains, ''Just never did.''

I didn't dare to. Goes unsaid but not unheard.

Marc hums in understanding. ''I just need to know if you're okay with that because I need to get you ready, if you still want to continue that is.''

Luckily his alter seems to perk up at that, a beautiful grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

''I watched porn. I know how this works despite being a virgin, Marc.''

''Porn isn't actual sex, sweetheart.'' Marc points out gently.

Porn is nice, sure, but more than often it isn't an actual representation of how sex in real life goes. It's designed to look perfect with the purpose of helping people get off. Marc wants Steven to understand that actual sex can be messy and sometimes even awkward, but still be good because it's between them.

Steven falls quiet, visibly a bit unsure how to respond.

''Oh.''

''We can stop now if that is what you prefer.'' Marc presses, not unkindly. ''I want to do whatever it is you want.''

''But-'' Steven sighs deeply, grasping Marc's hand in his to press a kiss against the knuckles. ''I want you to make love to me. Just, take it slow?''

Marc hums and kisses his nose. ''Of course. And you can tell me if you get overwhelmed. You remember the traffic light system we talked about? And your safe word?''

Steven, always happy to talk about the things he learned, answers.

''Green means go. Yellow is for slowing down or if I need to catch a break. And red means stopping immediately. Safe word is Khonshu.''

''Which is still a weird safe word, by the way.''

Steven shrugs. ''Bloody pigeon's name is something I associate with an immediate 'no', thank you very much.''

Marc snorts but smiles nonetheless, shaking his head as he looks down at Steven.

''You're a dork.''

''But I'm your dork.''

He smiles, humming softly.

''That you are.'' Marc agrees easily.

His alter catches Marc's lips for another kiss and wraps his arms around his neck to pull him close.

''C'mon then, finger me.''

Marc laughs into their kiss, not bothered at all with the way their teeth clash.

''I will if you never repeat that. Ever again.''

Steven mimics zipping his mouth shut and throwing away the key. Marc can't help it, simply watching him do something this utterly ridiculous causes his heart to swell. He loves this man so much it feels unbearable at times, as if his chest is going to crack due to an overflow of emotions.

''I love you.'' Marc reminds him, running his hands over Steven's waist.

As expected, his lover reaches for 'the key' and zips his mouth back open.

''I love you more.''

Marc looks at him and bites hard at the inside of his cheek to keep the truth from spilling out.

You could never love me more because I love you an infinite amount.

I adore you so much, it scares me at times.

I'm going to marry you one day.

Instead, he answers by kissing Steven once again.

His main goal is to work Steven through the underlying nerves he knows are present. He might act like a goofball, but Marc knows a part of him uses it as a copying mechanism.

They kiss until the room feels stuffy and their hips are grinding against each other. After so long the steady drag of Steven's hard cock through his joggers feels wonderful so he allows himself a few minutes.

His main focus is Steven but Marc hadn't notice how painfully aroused he is feeling himself. Normally he would have come a long time ago and his body is trying to push him towards the edge.

Marc muffles his moans in the juncture of Steven's neck, grinding his hips down into Steven's.

''Fuck, I wanna come so bad.'' He admits, groaning when Steven pulls his hair.

''Think you can get hard again to fuck me afterwards?'' Steven whispers in his ear, lips brushing over the shell.

A surge of heat shoots through his tummy and Marc has to still his hips, forcing himself to think.

Honestly? He doesn't know if he can. Normally he has no problem getting it back up again when they're both particularly horny, three rounds aren't exceptional for them, but he's been on edge for so long he's not sure if his body can go again once he comes.

''I don't know.'' He admits, a pitiful moan spilling from his lips when Steven's hands land on his ass and start guiding his movements again.

''You can come if you want.'' Steven accourages him, ''I want you to.''

Marc clenches his eyes shut and grinds his teeth to will away his approaching orgasm. He pulls away from Steven's warm embrace, ignoring the way his cock strains against his joggers.

''The only time I want to come today is when I'm buried deep inside you, sounds good?''

He gently noses along the side of Steven's neck to his pulse, pressing a hot kiss against the spot. Steven's racing heart is answer enough if he wouldn't do it verbally.

''That's- yeah. Yes, please.'' Steven whimpers, voice shaky with need.

Marc bites down and sooths the sting.

''Always so polite.'' Another kiss is pressed against his throat. ''Such a sweet thing you are.''

With another kiss Marc pulls back from his alter, shifting to the side to retrieve a bottle of lube from their nightstand drawer. Normally they don't really use it, so Marc sends up a silent prayer they even have a bottle.

When he returns he kneels next to Steven, patting his hip to ask for his attention.

''Turn around, baby. You'll be more comfortable.''

Steven does as asked without any hesitation, scrambling up and turning around with excitement. Marc laughs softly as he watches the process and lets his lover settle on his belly until he's comfortable.

He pulls the pillow closer underneath his head and wraps his arms around it. Marc kisses over his spine until he reaches Steven's ear.

''Comfy?''

His partner hums, a soft smile decorating his face. Marc hums in answer before trailing another path of kisses back down over the knobs of Steven's back.

Marc can't resist kissing the swell of Steven's ass, playfully biting one cheek to hear Steven yelp. His breath hitches suddenly when Marc's lips get closer to the centre, inching to his most intimate part.

''Next time, I'm going to eat you out. I'll make you so wet it won't take anything else before I can slip inside.''

Steven groans at the words, turning his face into his pillow as his hips press back against Marc's hands. He grins, satisfied with the reaction.

''I reckon you'd like that, wouldn't you sweetheart?'' Marc asks, distracting Steven as he opens the bottle of lube and pours some on his fingers. ''Feeling my tongue all over you before I press inside?''

He warms the lube between his fingers, ghosting his dry hand over Steven's lower back.

''Y-yeah.'' Steven whines, hips shifting against the sheets in search of some friction. His strong muscles move underneath Marc's hand and he gently pushes down, earning another moan from Steven.

''We'll get to that another time.'' Marc promises, gently probing his index finger against Steven's hole. ''But for now, you need to relax for me, baby.''

He bends his body close to Steven's back, making sure they're touching because he knows it helps Steven relax. The muscles in his back are taunt with sudden tension now he seems to realise what is going to happen.

Marc doesn't push inside yet but he brushes his slick finger over Steven's hole, every so often pressing against the taunt muscle.

''Relax.'' Marc whispers, peppering Steven's back with kisses. ''Y'gonna be my good boy and let me in?''

Steven shifts underneath him and breathes out shakily. Marc knows he is fighting with himself; desperately wanting to be good for Marc while feeling anxious about the unknown.

The longer they will stretch it out, the more nervous Steven will get. That's why Marc decides to rile him up instead in hopes it will make him desperate enough to relax.

Marc sucks a bruise underneath a mole and trails his wet fingers down over Steven's balls to fondle him before returning.

''I know you are going to love this, Stevie.'' He murmurs, ''There's nothing as good as when I'm going to touch that special spot inside you.''

He can feel Steven loosen up with his words, curiosity winning over anxiety. His moans are also back, soft and a bit weak but still present.

''When I curl my fingers just right, your whole body will light up.'' Marc presses his finger back against Steven's hole, grinning when suddenly he can slip the tip inside.

''Good job.'' Marc makes sure he praises Steven as they go, knowing his lover works best under praise. ''Still good?''

Steven nods his head so hard Marc fears he's getting whiplash. His eyes keep rolling the more Marc pushes inside, chest heaving with every breath.

When his first finger is inside until the first knuckle Marc pauses, eyes flickering up to his lover.

''I need words, babe. Are you okay?''

''Yes,'' Steven croaks, ''so bloody okay.''

Marc whispers another praise, carefully moving his finger in and out to get Steven used to the feeling. His own cock is leaking in the confines of his underwear and he knows there'll be a wet spot if he would look.

He doesn't. His eyes couldn't leave Steven even if he would try.

Steven presses his hips back against Marc's hand as to chase the feeling before shifting forwards to rut into the mattress. His cheeks are flushed with heat and curls are sticking to his face with sweat.

He's the envision of pure sin and Marc was never a good enough man to resist.

''I'm going to make you feel so good.'' Marc promises, bending closer to whisper in Steven's ear. ''You'll never want anyone else after this.''

''Never.'' Steven immediately replies, twisting one arm back so he can touch Marc.

He entwines their fingers and presses them down in the mattress next to Steven's face. Marc's index finger slips further inside Steven's hole until he can't go any further, making Steven cry out softly.

Suddenly it seems like Steven's body decided to settle for chasing pleasure instead of anything else, any trace of nerves completely gone. Marc moves his finger until he's sure Steven can handle another one, slowly adding his middle finger.

Steven writes beneath him and the most gorgeous sounds rip from his chest, making it exceptionally difficult for Marc to keep his cool. His cock is begging for relief and Steven's ass is right there, but he stays right where he is.

Marc starts scissoring his fingers to loosen Steven up after adding some more drops of lube just to be sure. The last thing he wants is to cause Steven discomfort or worse, pain.

His body is tight around Marc's fingers so the stretch is noticeable. Marc makes sure to keep his movements easy and slow, being too rough not an option for this first time.

''Marc-''

Just when Steven starts to beg is when Marc pushes deeper and curls his fingers, brushing over Steven's prostate.

Steven curses loudly and his eyes roll back, back arching beautifully in search of more. Whimpers fall and Marc feels his back tremble under his free hand.

''There we go.'' He grins, ''Fuck that must feel good. Doesn't it, baby?''

His alter moans high in his throat and his fingers grip the pillow so hard his knuckles are white.

''Do that again- please, love.''

Wasting no more time Marc does as asked, pressing the pads of his fingers against the tiny bundle of nerves. He rubs small circles against it before pulling back momentarily, pushing back almost directly afterwards.

Steven's a proper mess.

His eyes are rolled back so far Marc can only see white, the only thing he can do is moan and whine and drool is slipping past the corner of his mouth with his face pressed in the pillow.

Marc presses his fingers back against Steven's prostate, using a bit more force, and suddenly Steven is coming. Again.

He shakes like a leaf as his orgasm washes over him and he cries out, tears spilling down with the force of his orgasm. Marc keeps fingering him through it but shoves his free hand down the front of his joggers at the same time, tightly grabbing the base of his own cock to prevent himself from coming untouched.

Steven absolutely ruined him for anyone else.

''Yeah, that's it.'' Marc shoves his fingers once more against Steven's prostate, grinning when Steven yells with the feeling.

His alter doesn't answer since he's too busy coming. Deep down Marc is surprised with how long Steven keeps coming, his whole body shaking hard as his hole keeps clenching around Marc's finger.

After what feels like hours it finally stops. Steven's body sags against the mattress, his muscles losing their strength. Marc carefully retrieves his fingers, biting his lip at the feeling of Steven's hole fluttering at the loss.

He carefully crawls over Steven's body, brushing a few kisses against heated skin.

''You okay?'' Marc checks, brushing curls away from Steven's face. His cheeks are flushed bright red and his eyes remain closed, but Steven is breathing too hard and uneven to be unconscious.

However, Marc starts to grow a bit worried when Steven doesn't answer. He repeats his name again and brushes his hand over his cheek, worry coiling inside his stomach.

''Steven. Sweetheart.'' Marc urges with a bit more force this time. ''Are you hurt? Fuck, did I hurt you?''

He's already preparing for the worst when Steven sniffles and shakes his head.

''So good.'' He whispers, so weak Marc almost doesn't hear him. Marc laughs breathlessly, feeling relieved as much as proud.

Steven's eyes blink open and find Marc. He smiles weakly, patting the mattress in search of Marc's hand. Without any question he gives Steven his hand and his alter pulls it close to kiss his knuckles.

''Yeah, I noticed.'' Marc teases him before smoothing his hand over Steven's curls. ''But I'm serious. Was it too much? Do you want to stop, baby?''

''No,'' Steven cries, ''don't stop. Please, Marc, I need you.''

He pulls Marc closer by his hand, yanking him down by his arm until Marc's close enough. Steven tries to kiss him with his head bend into an awkward angle causing Marc to gently stop him, warm hand running over his back.

''Turn around for me, then.''

This time it takes a second before Steven can. Marc helps him manoeuvre until he's on his back, shifting him to the side to make sure he doesn't end up in the wet spot.

By the time he's comfortable with a pillow underneath his hips he looks heavenly soft. Marc can't resist kissing his alter, whole demeanour submissive after coming twice already.

Marc lets his hand slip between Steven's legs and groans in sync with his lover when he finds Steven's cock.

It isn't uncommon for Steven to go another round, sometimes even two more, but it catches Marc off guard every time.

''I love you.'' Steven murmurs, voice slightly raspy after screaming quite loudly.

He kisses Steven again, shying his tongue over Steven's before pulling back.

I love you, too.'' Marc replies easily, smiling when he looks at Steven with adoration. ''I remember you asked me to make love to you, yeah?''

Steven's smile is tired but at the same time filled with every possible emotion, blinking up at Marc as if he's worth everything good in the world. Which, to Steven, he probably is.

''Yeah,'' he replies quietly, ''please.''

After so long Marc can't stop the groans falling from his mouth after he removes his joggers, his hard cock curving up towards his belly.

His hands tremble slightly when he lubes up his cock, the flesh hot to the touch. Steven watches his every move and his hands come up to rest on top of Marc's shoulders.

Marc has had sex many times over the years but suddenly he feels like a virgin all over again. His heart forces him to remind him of what he's about to do and what it means.

Taking Steven's virginity isn't something he takes lightly. Aside from that come all the emotions he feels for Steven, growing stronger every day.

It's a lot to process.

Before he can spiral Marc shuffles closer, gently nudging Steven's legs further apart.

His eyes flicker up to Steven's face as he presses the head of his cock against Steven's hole to make sure he's okay. Steven nods, quietly urging him to continue. Marc does, shifting his weight as he carefully pushes in until the head is completely inside his lover.

Marc stays put, focussing on breathing as Steven's hole flutters around his cock. The feeling is overwhelming but he still focusses on his partner.

''Colour?''

Steven's eyes are closed again and his face is scrunched up, trying to get used to the feeling.

''I- I don't know.'' He admits, eyes fluttering open and focussing on Marc. He immediately responds by leaning his upper body closer to help soothe Steven.

''We're taking it slow.'' Marc promises, ''No need to rush, baby.''

Steven nods and swallows thickly. Marc needs to refrain from pulling out, always afraid of hurting his lover, he needs to trust Steven to speak up for himself if he wants to stop.

It takes a few minutes but eventually Steven nods, reaching out his hand again. Marc accepts it happily and kisses the back.

''Please move.'' Steven whispers, squeezing Marc's hand.

He pulls Steven in a sweet kiss to distract him as he starts to push inside. Steven's breath hitches and Marc swallows his whines, groaning himself when he finally bottoms out.

A part of him expected Steven to be tight but now he's finally completely inside and the feeling still threatens to choke him. As he lets Steven get used to the feeling, he trails a path of kisses down Steven's neck where he sucks a bruise.

His alter whimpers and Marc can feel his nails dig into the muscles of his back. There'll be marks after they're done for sure but Marc can't be bothered. If anything he finds it hot.

''You want me to move?'' Marc asks, tracing his tongue over the sensitive spot underneath Steven's ear.

Steven stays quiet again so he lifts his head to look at him. Silent tears are dripping over his temples and his bottom lip quivers.

Marc's stomach almost falls right through his ass.

''Sweetheart, hey.'' He carefully brushes away Steven's tears but more keep falling. Suddenly it's like he can't stop and Marc swears he's going to get sick with worry.

''Why didn't you use your safe word?'' He asks, voice on the edge of hysteric. ''Baby please talk to me, you're worrying me.''

He moves to pull out but Steven's legs come up around his waist, keeping him firmly in place. Steven shakes his head and his hands clumsily pat Marc's cheeks, pulling him closer until their noses are touching.

''Please don't stop.'' Steven breathes, ''I promise I'm fine, just- it's just a lot.''

Mac frowns, quietly murmuring comfort words to him.

''You already came twice.'' He reminds Steven. ''Maybe you're too sensitive-''

''No, no no no I promise, please.'' Steven kisses Marc again before brushing their lips together when he speaks. ''I'm sorry, I'm just overwhelmed.''

Marc tuts. ''Don't apologize. As long as you are okay nothing else matters to me, okay?''

His lover nods in understanding. He doesn't stop crying but the edge seems to be taken off, his smile is back and his heels dig into Marc's lower back as he tries to get him moving again.

Marc carefully grinds his hips against Steven's pelvis and his own eyes close with the feeling. Steven is so incredibly tight around him and he's been hard as a rock for Gods know how long, it won't take much before the tight feeling inside his belly will snap.

They start moving and Marc can't hold back anymore.

His body is like a rubber band, tight with arousal and endless pleasure. Steven keeps moaning inside his ear and his fingers are curled tightly in his hair.

Heat is rapidly flaring up between them as Marc fucks into Steven's body, the only thing on his mind chasing the orgasm he knows will feel so fucking good once he reaches it.

He snakes one arm underneath Steven's lower back and pulls slightly upward, laughing in relief when his cock nudges that spot inside his lover that has him crying out again.

''Yeah, fuck, c'mon Steven.'' Marc snaps his hips forward, groaning with the feeling.

Steven isn't better off. He keeps begging for more, harder, legs wrapped around Marc's waist that tighten every time he snaps forwards.

''I'm so close.'' Steven says, ''Please, love, I-''

His fingers tighten in Marc's hair and pull, moaning pitifully when Marc slams inside Steven with the last ounce of energy he can find. The pull inside his belly tightens dangerously with every drag of his cock against Steven's walls, but he intents on making Steven come first.

''You can come whenever you want, baby.'' Marc whispers, mouthing along his neck. His tongue meets the salty skin and he groans before working the skin between his teeth.

''I can't.'' Steven cries, ''S'too much.''

Marc pulls back and wraps his hand around the back of Steven's head, forcing him to look at him. His alter moans weakly when their eyes meet and the sound goes straight to Marc's cock. Marc loves it when Steven gets all submissive and responsive like this.

''Yes, you can.'' He urges, voice deep with euphoria. ''You've been perfect this whole time, coming for me twice already.''

Without waiting for an answer, he wraps his other hand around Steven's cock and starts jerking him off in time with their fucking. Steven makes an inhuman sound at the feeling and his eyes threaten to roll back but Marc forces them back on him.

''Are you still my good boy, Steven?''

His lover whines loudly and nods, looking almost upset at the thought that Marc is questioning him. That's why Marc shushes him before kissing him, slowing his hips down to a deep grind that has them both breathing hard.

''I know you are.'' Marc whispers, staring straight at the beautiful man underneath him. ''That's why you are going to give me one more. Let me see you, sweetheart, come on.''

It's like watching fireworks explode.

The command has Steven falling apart immediately. Marc can't tear away his eyes as he fucks Steven through his orgasm, watching how his whole body locks up before slowly melting.

Even after coming for the third time Steven's cock has no trouble shooting another load, painting Marc's hand and his own belly with his cum.

The sight of Steven getting lost in pleasure is the last push Marc needed. He comes so hard and unexpectedly that his vision blackens, desperately rutting deeper inside Steven's body where he fills him up.

Marc's fingers dug harshly into Steven's waist where he holds on, pulling him closer as he tries to fuck deeper to chase the feeling. He doesn't think he ever came this hard in his life, feeling it all the way to his toes as the air gets punched from his chest.

He doesn't know how much time passed before Steven's hole stops milking him and his cock finally stops pulsing. It's overwhelming and leaves him bone tired.

Marc carefully pulls out, whispering an apology when Steven whimpers in discomfort. A trail of cum leaks from Steven's hole and Marc groans at the sight, belly tightening with heat even after coming just now.

His arms are shaking when he tries to lift himself away from Steven, afraid he'll suffocate him if he falls because his arms can't hold him up anymore. But his alter is quicker and wraps his arms around Marc's shoulders to keep him in place, even pulling him closer so Marc's resting on his chest.

Neither of them talk as they come down from their high.

Steven carts his fingers through Marc's hair as he lays there, ear presses against his chest to hear his heart flutter underneath. It's such a beautiful sound to Marc and he can't help but tear up a bit.

Reality is starting to dawn on him.

He just had sex for the first time with the love of his life.

Holy fucking shit.

''Steven?''

His partner hums softly in question, fingers brushing over his nape.

''I love you.''

Arms tighten around his body.

''I love you more.''

Marc smiles but doesn't fight him on it. It wouldn't make a difference if he'd protest because Steven would fight tooth and nail to prove he's right.

He does push himself away from the warmth of Steven's embrace to pull him in another kiss. This one is different from their ones shared in the heat of the moment but still them. Slow and sweet to share their feelings for the other.

''Was it okay?'' Marc asks, concern etched over his face. ''I wasn't too rough with you, was I?''

Steven shakes his head and smiles, looking tired but satisfied. It makes something possessive coil inside Marc's stomach because he made Steven look like that.

''It was perfect.''

''Difficult to beat 'perfect', don't you think?''

Steven grins, a fond look flashing through his eyes.

''Innit?'' He kisses Marc's nose, ''But there's no doubt in my mind you will make it happen.''

Marc hums as in thought, brushing the pad of his thumb over Steven's bottom lip.

''Maybe next time I'll let you ride me.''

His alter groans and closes his eyes, making Marc laugh.

''Please stop talking. I can't handle another round.''

''A fourth time coming too much for you? That's a little disappointing, I'm not gonna lie babe.''

''Fuck you very much.'' Steven says without any heat, pinching Marc's arm.

''I thought I just did?''

Steven laughs and gently pushes Marc's face to the side.

''You're so bloody annoying.''

''You didn't think so a few minutes ago with my dick up your ass.''

His alter sighs deeply, grinning so widely his cheeks must hurt. A happy Steven is a happy Marc, satisfied with the knowledge that his lover is content.

''I'm going to get us cleaned up, baby.'' Marc says and pats Steven's hip. ''I'll be right back.''

Steven lets him go, grumbling under his breath about Marc leaving him but he knows he's only joking. Marc makes a short trip to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth, ignoring his slight wobbly knees.

After cleaning himself up he pulls clean boxers over his hips before returning to the bedroom with a fresh set op clothes for his partner.

When he comes back Steven is lightly dozing, chest rising and falling beneath his hand.

He looks eternal and suddenly Marc has trouble breathing watching him.

Would it be too soon to ask Steven to marry him after only a few months of dating?

Probably.

His heart doesn't really get the memo. Or it simply doesn't care.

Marc swallows against the tightness in his throat and carefully crawls on the mattress. Steven stirs awake, blinking tiredly but smiling fondly when he sees Marc.

He smiles back, silently hoping it doesn't scream; 'Please stay with me forever. Also, how many kids do you want?'

Steven stays quiet when Marc cleans him up, half-heartedly helping by spreading his legs. Marc pointedly ignores the clench of his tummy every time his hands brush over the marks decorating Steven's skin and his alter makes the sweetest noises.

Maybe next time they need to experiment with pain a little bit more.

When Steven's skin is free from any dried cum Marc throws the washcloth carelessly to the ground, planning on dealing with that later.

He pats Steven's hips and presses a kiss against the right hipbone.

''Hips up, sweetheart.''

Steven complies easily, lifting his hips so Marc can easily slip clean underwear over his legs and ass, followed by a soft pair of joggers.

Since he knows how Steven sometimes gets after sex, he also helps him into one of Marc's hoodies. The other man quickly turns shy after the post-orgasm glow completely sizzled out and the last thing Marc wants is for Steven to feel insecure.

There's nothing to be insecure about but Marc understands that Steven's opinion on his own body isn't something he can change so easily. Unfortunately.

The fabric of the hoodie swallows Steven's body and the sleeves fall past his knuckles, giving him sweater paws and Marc almost dies.

Loving someone is obviously unhealthy for his heart.

Marc drags his eyes away from Steven with difficulty, only for him to claim his spot behind his lover. The sheets need to be washed but for now he wants to holds the man he loves for as long as he can.

Steven goes easily when Marc pulls him close, turning around so they're face to face.

''Hi.'' He whispers, brushing his thumb over Marc's cheek.

Marc catches his hand and presses a soft kiss against the tips of his fingers. ''Hi.''

His alter cuddles closer until there's no more room between them, resting his head on Marc's arm and wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. Their legs entangle until Marc can't tell where he begins and Steven ends.

''How are you feeling?'' Marc whispers, tracing mindless figures over Steven's back through the fabric of his sweater.

''Tired. A bit sore.'' Steven admits, ''But also feeling bloody amazing, thanks to you.''

He huffs out a laugh. It feels weird to admit, and even a bit shameful, but Marc never knew sex could feel like this.

So intense he can still feel it if he thinks back to it.

Like falling apart in the hands of your lover while completely trusting them to hold you through it.

Having sex for the sole purpose of becoming one with your partner instead of just getting off.

Marc doesn't even realise he's silently crying until Steven brushes his tears away, a worried scowl pulling at his eyebrows.

''Hey,'' He brushes away another tear. ''I thought I was the emotional one?''

He laughs wetly and sniffs when Steven kisses his forehead. The funny thing is that Marc isn't even upset. The only thing that wraps around every cell of his being is happiness, so pure that it makes him emotional.

''I'm just really happy. You make me very happy.''

Steven's eyes soften.

''I reckon you deserve a bit of happiness after everything that pathetic excuse of a pigeon put you through, yeah?''

Marc laughs again and also Steven grins, visibly happy that he made him laugh. He always gets obviously proud whenever he makes Marc smile, grin or laugh. Even a snort after a very bad joke is enough.

The overwhelming feeling sizzles down to something more pleasant, like sun-kissed skin on a summer day.

No words are enough to tell Steven what he feels. They would fall short in comparison to what Marc feels for him.

That's why he kisses his alter with everything he has, putting feelings into their kiss that he doesn't know how to voice out loud. Steven doesn't complain when he pushes closer and kisses back with just as much enthusiasm.

They're both breathless when they pull apart, looking at each other with their hands tightly holding onto the other.

''I love you.'' Steven whispers, eyes crinkling as he smiles.

''I love you more.'' He replies.

Steven squints his eyes, playfully pinching Marc's waist.

''Are you sure?'' He teases, pressing his cold feet against Marc's calves to warm them up.

My point exactly. Marc thinks. I want you to press your cold feet against me for the rest of my life.

Marc looks at him, heart catching in his throat and all the air leaving him.

There is nothing more he's ever been sure off, and he says as much while brushing Steven's curls from his face.

''Without a doubt.''