#& mark.

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took my love and i took it down . . . @runecast.

[cur4tor]

MARK ADLER: I’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU. YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?

mark was a familiar, grounding presence that usually quieted the constant hum of kit’s bad nerves. kit was supposed to be closing up, rainy twilight pressing dark against the shop’s front windows, but the ledger on the counter sat entirely forgotten the moment mark spoke to him. mark knew the business; he knew the meticulous weight of tracking down old things and keeping a shop alive, plus everything he had going on with the barrow. but more than that, mark knew the jagged edges of kit’s entire being, the nights he spent pacing floorboards, and the absolute and unyielding lengths kit would go to just to keep their world safe. it seemed mark felt the same about that last part, and to hear such an unconditional display of devotion mirrored right back at him made kit’s chest tighten. ‘yes, i know,’ the reply was soft. did he enjoy knowing mark would live, kill, or die for him? no. but he had to admit how intoxicating being wanted, needed, protected felt upon being told. hand lifted to mark’s shoulder, thumb reaching up to rub a soft line into the skin at his neck. he looked directly into mark’s eyes, brown against blue, gaze open and filled with adoration. ‘i know you would. which scares me, at times, i will admit, but . . . you are the only peace i have in this place, mi amor. i tend to keep it that way, so let us not jump at any opportunities to show that we would, sí?’ @runecast.

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though it was true mark looked perfect from every angle, hovering above him like this gave kit one of his favorite viewings. neither of them should be in this position, but when the passion struck - and with them, it struck more often than expected - it was nearly impossible for them to stop until they were sure they were done. tomorrow, they could deal with the aching aftermath of their intimacy. for now, kit's muscles locked up as mark's short nails dug straight into his back. the apology that followed made his brow furrow ; he never wanted mark to apologize for feeling him. for enjoying him. especially when the slick, tight friction of their bodies was threatening to send them both over the edge. 'do not be sorry, mi amor. you . . . i love the way you touch me,'

kit leaned down, shifting his weight to alleviate any pressure that came with the older man's angle, ensuring kit was carrying the brunt of the strain. catching mark's mouth in a slow kiss, kit's tongue slid deep inside to taste every inch of mark. and when mark shifted, smearing pre cum against kit's own stomach in a desperate effort to get closer, kit let out a near whine, though he tried to hide it beneath a breathless moan, instead. the praise caused a crimson flush to cover kit's features. hearing the words felt like a physical touch to his soul, and the after effect of hearing them allowed kit to thrust his cock deep into mark, wanting more of him in every way. 'you are the one who's beautiful, i . . . i wish you could see yourself, right now,' soft smile touched his lips, one hand finally reaching down until he could wrap a palm around mark's leaking length. 'let me take care of you, sí? it's all i want . . .' @runecast, cont.

[cur4tor]

MARK ADLER: SLEEPY, DOMESTIC MORNING KISSES IN THE KITCHEN WHILE MAKING BREAKFAST.

the rich aroma of coffee filled the space. that scent mixed with a softly sizzling pan and the morning sun cast a peaceful haze over the kitchen. standing over the stove, kit held a wooden spatula loosely in one hand, carefully breaking eggs with the other and turning them in the pan, movements slow and comfortable. it was his arena, after all ; he could spend all day within the confines of the kitchen and never get bored, as long as their were ingredients around.

when the floorboards gave a gentle creak behind him, kit - for once - didn’t startle. he knew the exact cadence of mark’s footsteps, and sure enough, moments later, a pair of familiar arms wrapped securely around his waist, the solid weight of his partner pressed flush against his back. shoulders instantly dropped, content sigh escaping him as he leaned back into the embrace. without speaking, their heads twisted toward one another, lips pressing together as they had so many times before. the scruff of mark’s morning stubble brushed against kit’s beard, making him chuckle against mark’s lips. ‘buenos días, mi amor,’ he gave another unrushed kiss as he spoke, trying not to be toonsentimental about how domestic the moment felt to him. ‘everything is almost done. will you sit so i can serve you?’ @runecast.

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he's watching too intently, he knows that. kit has learned, over his forty plus years, that people don't like being watched when they open gifts. but he can't stop himself from nervously biting at his thumbnail, glancing between mark and the small, oak box he's given him to open. 'i just saw it and thought of you,' kit says quickly, cheeks flushing some. 'i found it in oregon, i couldn't believe i'd seen it tucked away so far back in the store,' @runecast.

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MARK ADLER: 9MM.

it's easy with mark. it's understood that they can't do as much as they used to, that their bodies still yearn for each other's, but that they need to be more careful, lest they pull a muscle, or worse. they can be slow. they can be soft. and they can still feel pleasure despite all of these things. chin falls, and his lips press against the soft part of mark's neck, nibbling gently, a gesture kit doesn't give often. but to mark . . . well, kit will give him anything. everything. kit takes a moment to speak in his native tongue, calling mark handsome, pure, warm, anything he can process to murmur into the crook of his neck before lips press against his ear. 'you fit around me so well. how's that possible . . . ?' @runecast.