Small whimpers and whines sound as teeth and lips are against his neck, nails digging back into the other’s skin again though, this time, his fingers trail and drag slightly against the skin, though, he’s still careful not to hurt Kevin, but just to—leave a few marks…
Though it was a little hard not to grip down when he’s feeling all of this— the kisses, the biting, the teasing and just—everything.
Hand now against his belly a soft sigh passes the blond’s lips, all his sensitive areas seeming to be toyed with all at once and fuck does it feel so good—
"Kevin…f-fuck…"
He's glad the gear's been taken off moments before, or he'd have a hard time undressing either of them. He starts with Dustin's shirt, taking his attention away from his nipple and his belly to pull it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor once it's gone. He lifts his body up from his lover's soon after to tear away his own shirt, and he stays in that position even after it's been thrown away.
He doesn't mean to seem cocky - merely proud. He knows he's toned out from training and missions, and though the few scars he's gained aren't pretty, he's still proud of those too.
Because he's alive. He's made it. He hasn't died yet and he prays he won't ever.
His thoughts drift suddenly as his eyes scan over his lover's own chest and stomach, the parting of his lips indicating that he's staring and frankly, he doesn't want to stop-
He looks amazing.














