large hands slide up his lover's back with a soft noise muffling itself against the slope of his neck, teeth gently catching at the skin there. fingers begin their journey upwards into jet-black hair, curling & tugging as he allows himself the liberty to mark his boyfriend's neck shamelessly, pressing bruising kisses down the side & front of his neck, his throat. / makoharu :)))) ) ) ) ) @sucreuis!
a gasp falls from parted lips as the athlete’s fingers press firmly into the taut skin of his lover’s arms. his head lols back, exposing more of the expanse of skin that the other hungrily devours. each little mark and maim elicits a small moan of protest, but he’s hardly putting up any sort of fight to make it stop. he doesn’t want it to stop. when things work themselves into these heated endeavors between the two of them, he melts into it, feeling like he could be swallowed whole but the one who loves him so. he never feels more exposed than he does in these moments, yet he’s also comforted by strong arms and a touch that shows him he’s well taken care of.
❝ m-mako . . . to . . . ❞ he gasps out his name, and makes a half-hearted attempt to pull away. ❝ i can’t -- i can’t hide the marks . . . ! ❞ the words fall from his lips as a whine. reality isn’t really something he wants to be worrying about right now, but such is the case for the college athlete with his eyes set on the world. still, he stays pressed against the other, his own fingers traveling upwards to bury themselves in sable strands of hair.