THE MOON HAUNTS YOU

selective, but open ind. portrayal of MCU's Moon Knight ! Loved by Bun

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ THREEMOONFLOWERS ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ━━ ind. open, but selective ( HEAVILY HEADCANON BASED ) portrayal of MCU's Moon Knight -- loved by bun.

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mains .ᐟ : @threegoldfish ⚝ @offdxty

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helloooooo party people it's been a hot minute since i've been around here DAMN MAN!! im not sure how many of you are still active, but i wanted to make a post about he fact i will be moving the moon boys back to my multi-muse blog! i just feel having a separate account to manage when it's not super active is a bit of a waste ;--; SO IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO STILL SEE THEM IN ACTION follow me @odditymuse !!! MWAH <333

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helloooooo party people it's been a hot minute since i've been around here DAMN MAN!! im not sure how many of you are still active, but i wanted to make a post about he fact i will be moving the moon boys back to my multi-muse blog! i just feel having a separate account to manage when it's not super active is a bit of a waste ;--; SO IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO STILL SEE THEM IN ACTION follow me @odditymuse !!! MWAH <333

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If Marc could he would moan his pleasure out loud, definitely so - tell Jake how much he loves this, how much it turns him on, has his cock pulse and bob as a reaction to the burn inside his throat, the ache of his jaw, the discomfort of kneeling on the tiled floor; Thing is, he can't do any of it - can't moan said pleasure out into the space between them - because he keeps sucking on that hard erection instead, presses the flat of his tongue against the curve of that shaft as he moves back and forth, fingers squeezing the base to add some more friction for Jake to enjoy.

Marc keeps being a good boy, even though his partner has long since stopped to move - lets him do all the work, enjoys the pleasure he receives without giving anything back. No, Marc's not complaining about that one - it spurs him on instead, the fact that Jake is the one in charge, acting like he can't be assed to assist the one on his knees in making him feel good.

Fuck, it's certainly a kink going on there, one that's based on both love and lust; If it weren't for Marc to know that the other cares, that he adores Marc just as much as Marc adores him, he definitely wouldn't feel the way he currently does - with his own cock all stiff and needy, almost hurting with how badly it wants to be touched.

This is a game they're playing and by god is Marc hooked on it.

So much so that he keeps moving his head, pulls back just enough then to only have the tip of that pretty dick linger between his lips; Teary eyes flick open, gaze up at that man that tells him to make him come, and Marc begins to suck - has his tongue slide over the smooth skin, through the slit, before that jaw opens up once more---

And, with one swift movement and eyelids closing once again, Marc's eager mouth slides down the entire length of that cock. This time he doesn't stop when the tip reaches the back of his throat, pushes further instead, has to move his hand away so as to be able to take the whole of that pulsing hardness. More tears begin to flow in return, muscles tensing as his gag-reflex is triggered, yet Marc has a death-grip on himself as his nose buries itself in soft pubic hair; His body shivers at the discomfort, the fact that he's unable to breathe, gagging on that cock - fuck, he loves it, his own erection twitching as both hands now hold onto the meat of Jake's hips, keeping himself as steady as he somehow can.

Hoping that Jake will enjoy the tightness of his convulsing throat, the warmth of his wet mouth, the sight of him being all messy in the right places. He's ready to take whatever his partner will give him - ready to be filled, ready to overflow if needed, ready to be reduced to a mere toy that makes Jake cum in the most delicious of ways.

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Jake could expect many things, when it came to the way Marc pleasured him. Could expect the other to go harder, work faster, needier. React perfectly to Jake's command to be made to cum. Yet somehow none of it could lead him to assume Marc would go that extra mile. Perhaps he should have known — knowing how desperate Marc could be, whether he liked to admit to it or not. The fact their ex-host was such a cock-hungry whore at the end of the day, despite many probably never once assuming such a thing from Marc of all people. He'd shifted — slipped off Jake's erection almost entirely to tease and play with that talented little tongue of his. Just to then inhale through his nose deeply — and sink right back in. Deeper and deeper, until that nose pressed right into Jake's pubic bone. No hesitation whatsoever, just a swift shift of his body and a grip of those hands at his hips. Nails dull but digging in, to the point Jake almost wondered if he'd bleed. Not that it would truly matter. Nothing mattered when he got to watch the entire thing go down. Watch Marc go down, literally. Watch his lover envelope the entirety of his aching member until those pretty eyes shut, watered, spilled over. Hell — he could feel Marc's throat convulsing around him like he was fighting every instinct to pull off and breath. Yet the other stayed right where he was, sunken as far down on Jake as he could go. It was invigorating. There was a hiss between his teeth, and Jake's smirk finally faltered as his brows twitched inwards. His hand gripped Marc's curls again, but more so like a lifeline than to force him back or forward. Lips parted around a moan so guttural and deep, coming from somewhere deep in Jake's chest as he shuddered and forced his eyes down on Marc. Forced himself to watch and feel all at the same time. "Joder, mírate… ¿así, sin más? Aceptándome por completo con tanta facilidad. . . qué puta tan hermosa y hambrienta de polla eres para mí. Mierda. . ." It was a rush of air past Jake's lungs, mind a haze and no thought to translate himself coming forward as he shifted his hips just once — just enough to push Marc's limits and sink as deep as he could manage when he groaned, hissed one more warning, and shot his load right there down the other's throat.

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"...Oh, I can see that, mi corazón... I can see that very well." Because of course Jake's got an eye on their third as well, the fact that poor Steven's very much shaking with that arousal that pulses through him because of what he's allowed to look at; Jake chuckles into Marc's ear, licks along the shell just like before, as his hand moves to curl around the shape of what is his lover's still very much clothed cock.

Had he merely groped and rubbed the flesh with the whole of his palm before, he's now allowing for his gloved digits to curl around the shaft, feeling up the length of Marc, his thickness - beginning to slowly jerk him off right after, pulling down the length, pushing back up, all with the other still wearing those sexy black boxer briefs of his.

They know by now that Steven's into them, after all, so Jake makes sure they stay on for now.

"---Y'know... I think it would make our little voyeur over there very happy if you were to soak your pretty panties with your cum." Voice low, Jake exhales those words with an even tone that almost sounds a little dry, all things considered - like he's talking about science, perhaps, or something mundane like the damn weather. Of course he's doing it on purpose, humming out a soft noise right after, playfully contemplating whether he's right with his assumption or not.

---Of course he is. As a matter of fact, Jake's pretty damn sure that their little knowledge sponge would manage to come with his pants still on as well if he were to witness Marc soil his own while coming undone in his grip...

With his smirk turning a little predatory there, Jake exhales another hum - shows pearly white teeth as he grins at Steven from over Marc's shoulder, continuing to jerk his lover through his underwear, allowing for his thumb to trail along the clothed sensitive tip every now and then to spur Marc on a bit...

And Steven just stares with his eyes so wide they're almost popping out of their sockets at this stage, tongue licking across his bottom lip as he swallows, hand groping his own erection without any hesitation; Sure, he does feel a little ashamed because of how needy he is, but... this is part of the whole game, no? And it turns him on, and--- bloody hell, why should he stop himself from having a good time?! His partners obviously want this to happen, so...

Clearing his throat, Steven swallows for a second time - and then...

"...A-actually... I... would... y-yeah, I would... l-like that very much."

As said, why should he pretend he wouldn't? As embarrassing as this is (and a little humiliating), it's also incredibly hot - as well as a literal gift to be allowed to play that voyeur-part of their current sexy-moment.

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The fact Steven ate into it almost immediately — not even an ounce of hesitation when he agreed to the fact that yes, mhmm, he wanted to see Marc soil his damn briefs there. Wanted to bare witness to the previous host making an absolute fucking mess of himself right there in front of them both. Which, admittedly — was a lil' embarrassing. . . Hell, he was pretty sure he was a teen the last time he came in his pants willingly, after all. Yet Jake's grip shifted. No longer just a palm over his aching cock — but a hold. Fingers curled around the shape of Marc in a way that sent a shiver right down the length of his spine. Had him shuddering against Jake's body as his eyes lidded and his lips parted around a low, desperate kind of moan. The type that he'd usually hold back if it weren't for the fact he was feeling so god damned good in that moment. It really shouldn't do much for him. Shouldn't be as satisfying as a bare hand around his dick, or even a mouth on him, something inside him — hell, anything more than this. Yet there was something about feeling Jake aroused behind him, and seeing Steven very much the same before him that really heightened those sensations. Gave such a visual stimulation to the physical he was experiencing. And, well. . . it was hot, really. Humiliating, to think he might cum in his briefs like a teen again, but arousing in a way he couldn't explain. In a way that had him huffing, biting away a groan and rolling his hips up against the fingers curled around his very prominent erection. "Shit — course you'd wanna see it. . . Embarrassing as hell." Grumbled in that ' Marc ' manner, but no real fire behind it when he was gasping a moment later, grunting afterwards and fighting to keep his eyes open with a particularly good stroke to his need. The thumbing at his tip was doing wonders for him. "If y'want me to do somethin' that humiliating, maybe you should help me get there. . ." An offer to Steven as he eyed the other down. Watched that hand stroke him through his trousers like a hawk looking at pray.

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Steven enjoys this immensely - to rest against Marc's side, basically cuddle with him in such a cute, old-fashioned way. He can feel the other's warmth, can hear Marc's in-and exhales --- it's wonderful, deeply comforting, and Steven cannot stop himself from melting further against the man he's allowed to call his partner, smiling widely as he does, exhaling a gentle sigh of his own as he wiggles his butt a bit to shift into an even more comfortable position, chewing on his chalky candy hearts.

"...Perhaps we should just... you know, gift him an ordinary I luv u heart instead of a Fuck you one. It's the safest option of them all!" With the tone of his voice light and a little matter-of-fact-ish, as if talking about something as mundane as the weather, Steven shrugs - then looks up at Marc, still smiling, before his attention is back on that bowl he keeps holding onto; His ex-host's willingness to give one of those sugary things a try, however, has him perk up shortly after - and Steven blinks, looks at Marc for a second time before nodding, immediately picking out a candy heart for his beloved to try instead of the one he's been gifted before.

--- It's actually melting Steven's real heart a little, the fact that the other doesn't seem to want to eat the rare one but decides to go for a different one instead. It might be a bit cheesy, in a way - in the end, that rare heart is just a piece of candy made of sugar and some kind of starch, after all! - but... yeah, as said, Steven's chest feels all warm and that beating organ soft in return, has that smile of his turn a bit dreamy almost as he plops a not-so-rare heart into Marc's waiting palm.

It says I ♥ U, is pink in color, and therefore kinda generic in nature, so... it will do!

"...I wonder if the different colors actually mean that they taste different as well?" A sudden thought, with Steven looking back down at his candy-bowl, brows knitting, contemplating whether he's onto something there or not, "... Uhm, not sure if I'm imagening things, though, but... sometimes I think the pink ones taste a little more fruity, perhaps, while the white ones just taste sweet... but, eh, who knows! Might just be the brain doing odd things!"

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"Yeah, we're definitely only gettin' him the ' LUV U ' hearts instead of somethin' else. Last thing we need is him getting all riled up." Marc huffed at the thought, but absentmindedly ended up holding Steven a little bit closer with the arm he had around the other male. It was so easy to fall into that kind of affection, oddly enough. You would think, especially when it came to Marc that things of that nature would be a lot harder for him. Yet there he was, curled up on the couch with Steven like a silly little married couple. . . He had to wonder when his stance on that kinda stuff changed. After Layla he hadn't imagined himself in these kinds of positions again. Well, unless he had been dreaming of them with Steven, and then soon after that Jake as well. . . Not that it mattered. He was there now, there with Steven and enjoying every last second of the affection he was giving and receiving at the moment. Especially when the Brit handed over that little candied heart Marc had been requesting. Leaving him to look at the little writing and chuckle softly. Every one of them was so damn cheesy, he thought. Yet it was endearing that Steven found such a fondness in them. Hell, Marc had to as well, to some extent, right? Considering he wasn't willing to eat the one his partner had handed to him minutes ago. With the inquiry in mind Marc eyes his little pink heart for a second before bringing it up to pop into his mouth with his free hand. He chewed, hummed, gave a little furrow of brows before looking over and down to Steven with a short nod of the head before he spoke up with, "Think you might be right, actually. . ? The pink one tastes a lil' fruity." Granted he had not tasted any of the other colors, but at least on that stance, Steven was correct. "Can see why you've just been munching on these things all morning, honestly. They're. . . weirdly satisfying to eat." Which he hated to admit, because he did not need to give Steven the okay to only eat candy all damned day. . .

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Oh, Marc is very much aware of the fact that he is, quite literally so, playing with fire; That's precisely why he isn't feeling too surprised about the change of position there - about those hands making their way back down to his legs while the both of them move a bit, end up sitting on the couch instead of continuing to stand in the middle of the room---

---Or rather, Jake is the one sitting on the couch now. Marc is sitting as well, yes, but on top of him instead - straddling his lover's hips, his own thighs parted, knees bent, that smirk on his lips widening as he settles into place with ease.

Getting comfortable, allowing for his arms to wrap around Jake's shoulders, his neck, as Marc leans in just enough for the tips of their noses to almost touch... but not quite.

He can already feel the heat radiating off of Jake's middle, so close to his very own...

"---Mhm, much better. And very comfortable indeed." Happy to be where he is now, Marc's voice is dropping an octave or two as he allows for those words to roll off the tip of his tongue - his agreement basically a purr now, low and definitely sultry at this point, as his fingers continue to brush through his partner's hairline, like they did before. Combing through short curls, the shaved bits that tickle against his fingertips, feeling the warmth of the other's skin...

All while Marc's gaze rests on Jake's own, unable - and very much unwilling - to look away, allowing himself to drown within the depths of those irises where he can spot his own reflection within.

---He's still smirking, however, that cheeky edge remaining present, causing him to hum once more, continuing to think things through, apparently.

"...Y'know, I could also just... not tell you 'bout anythin'. Keep the whole of that fantasy to myself..." Another tease, a lift of a brow, and Marc chuckles as he gives his hips another roll - and with how they're positioned right now, that movement is definitely more effective now than it has been before, allowing their covered cores to touch for a moment or two. "...Have it be a dirty secret I can play around with whenever I want..."

Of course he's doing this on purpose, again - attempting to add some more fuel to Jake's fire.

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There was something about the way Marc played into their little game. The fact his voice tickled into something lower, sultry. The fact he had no problem with the position change or the fact he was dipping his toes into a pool of absolute lust that lived inside Jake 24/7. Something that never left the used-to-be alter. No no, it was always there simply waiting to be activated. Which Marc was currently doing without seeming to have a care in the world. Clearly knowing exactly what the outcome would be if he continued on that route. . . So Jake let his hands wander. Of course he did — allowed them to settle on a firm waist, grip the muscle and skin there, even over the shirt. Then lower to slightly wider hips, thumbs massaging into the meat of them over jeans that had no right to be as tight as they were on the other. Fit him so perfectly in Jake's humble opinion. Slowly but surely, those hands of his were slipping back, all too easily — and resting right over the tight, round surface of the other's backside. However there was no grip, just resting warm and insistent. Like a warning. Or even a tease, more like it. "Keepin' secrets is a very naughty thing to do around me, cariño. This you should know very well, no?" Jake's own tone was something lower, taunting almost. Only then did his palms squeeze the meat that was beneath them. Get a nice handful in each grasp. Managing to make Marc roll his hips once again, pushing them together much like the other had moments ago.

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Well, what can Steven say? Jake's very much right with everything there, including the fact that he's a slut - in some way, at least. But then, all things considered, the very same Jake isn't really giving Steven many other options to choose from - since he's now getting a good grip on that clothed cock and begins to work it through the soft fabric of their sleeping pants, which causes Steven to moan out another airy sound---

---Which is promptly followed by a needy whimper, the fact that he can hear his partner so close to his ear - imagine for Jake to lean over him, to basically breathe onto his face while playfully mocking him in such a delicious kind of way - sending a shiver down the curve of his spine, allows for additional warmth to pool within the pit of his stomach.

Does it feel that good princesa, Jake asks, and all Steven can do - again - is to nod enthusiastically, completely and utterly at both of his partners' mercy... which he enjoys much more than anyone would probably expect, the fact that this is them being able to be so close in ways that should be impossible, combined with the heat of Jake's dirty talk and Marc's softly spoken compliments.

"---P-please---" Eyes still squeezed shut, Steven's hips buck into that hand on his pulsing member while his chest pushes into that hand massaging his pec - which causes his back to curve, a bottom-lip being sucked between teeth, with Steven biting into it as he breathes through flared nostrils. Again, part of him wants to open his eyes and look at his lovers - see them staring at his vulnerable form, hupefully being turned on by the sight of their knowledge-sponge being such a mess already, completely having given up on his former act of resilience - but it would shatter the illusion of Marc and Jake being close, being made of flesh and blood, currently with him in bed; Steven wants to keep said illusion up for a little longer, wants to soak in it and enjoy it to the fullest...

He doesn't know what he's begging for, it just feels right to do, somehow. Perhaps Steven simply wants everything - whatever Marc and Jake are willing to give him he will be grateful for.

"...Please...?"

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Jake is making sure Steven can hear him, too. Staying so close within the confines of their mind. Reverberating and echoing in such a way that with those pretty eyes of his closed — Steven could easily imagine Jake there beside him in bed. Imagine Jake's hand jerking him off through the soft material of his sweatpants. Imagine even more so than that, when Jake hummed a low, pleased noise as his hand shifted away, only long enough to dance up Steven's body there. Bypass where Marc was still fondling their precious lover — and up to tease the tips of his fingers against those parted, rosy lips. All swollen from the biting and licking the other had been doing to them. "So pretty when you go on begging for us, you know. . . Now do me a favor, hmm? Get my fingers nice and wet for me." A more subtle kind of command those words were. Not leaving room for Steven to do much else as he pressed the tips of his fingers in already passed waiting lips. The Brit could imagine the things Jake might do with dampened fingers, but he was not going to tell the other his plans at all. No no, just let his mind wander wherever it may want to go.

All the while Marc got to, again — watch. Like a voyeur in his own home, really. Witnessing the way their hand slid up Steven's frame there, came to the other's lips and waited, demanded entrance. Something about that? Yeah, it was hotter than Marc might want to go admitting to. Made him bite into his own lower lip there as his fingers absentmindedly played with the peak of Steven's nipple. Pinched, pulled, settled to allow his palm to cup the entire pec. As if he were trying to keep Steven hard and wanting while Jake had released the hold on his aching cock. Wanting to have their baby nice and desperate even while he wasn't getting any direct satisfaction where he desperately waned it in that moment.

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An amused snort is what leaves Marc at Jake's comment and his lips stretch into another smile, one that's a little wider than before, causing those crows feet around his eyes to deepen; He hums then, playfully thoughtful, as he tilts his head the other way.

Their noses touch once again, with Marc nuzzling up against his lover's own, gaze lowering a little while a few silent seconds pass between them...

"...Is that so?" A bit cheeky the tone of his voice is, but low, almost sultry in nature. "You'd stand here with me, just like that, for the whole night? ... Hmm, sounds promising..."

It does, but at the same time it doesn't - simply because their legs would get tired at some point and, as wonderful as this is, there's a lot of other possible positions existing into which they could change for some further cuddling.

---Marc's pretty damn sure that Jake knows as much, and perhaps this is them negotiating what to do next; Will they resume the dancing-thing, will they continue to hug for a bit longer, or will they decide to do something else, in the end...?

Another hum, dark eyes flicking back up to meet his lover's own, allowing for some additional silent seconds to pass - doing such on purpose, acting like he really needs to think this one through. One more hum, head tilting to the other side again, his hand sliding back down to the nape of Jake's neck---

"So, we just... gonna stand here while I keep buildin' that little fantasy of mine? Think 'bout what you'd wear, imagine the way you'd move to whatever music's playin', come up with possible ideas on how things were to proceed from then on...?"

Of course Marc ultimately decides on being a bit more of a tease here, smile changing into a smile-smirk as he pushes his body closer against Jake's own - rolling his hips into the other's own, encouraged by that grip Jake has on his waist.

"...I mean, I can do that, yeah. I've got a rather vivid mind going on, as you might know... easy for it to come up with some thoughts and pictures for me to linger on..."

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Marc was playing with fire. When it came to Jake, the man could flip a switch and in moments have the mood changing. It was so easy for him to play along, to build on that light desire the other offered into their space. The playful nature of Marc's wants that lingered between them in the form of his words, his fantasies — as well as the roll of those talented hips against his own. Something that only caused Jake to hum low in the back of his throat. Caused his hands to grip just a little bit tighter than before. Oh, their ex-host seemed to know exactly what he was doing in that moment, that was for damn sure. "I can tell you've got a vivid mind. Seems like all that thinkin' going on has already made you a needy little thing, no?" Curious, calm, low. Jake spoke easily, with meaning behind his words as he canted his own hips inward to give Marc more to feel. Jake himself wasn't sporting anything yet, but knowing him it wouldn't take long if the atmosphere took a turn for the spicier side. "Maybe instead of standing all night, well. . . I can just —" And with that Jake was shifting his hands down Marc's waist again, much like earlier. Across hips, skimming the sides of his ass, then getting to thick thighs. Gripping, tugging, guiding them backwards with ease in the direction he knew the couch to be. Making sure when he felt the backs of his knees hit the cushion he settled down on it effortlessly and brought Marc right along with him. Right there into his waiting lap. Making the other straddle him and press in nice and close. "Much better, isn't it? Now you can be comfortable and tell me all about how you want to see me put on a show for you."

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It's incredibly cute - and heartwarming - to see Marc give in to the fact that he feels a certain way, allowing himself to look back at Steven and offer that softness to be spotted within those dark irises; Steven takes it in with appreciation, simply gazes at his partner and smiles sweetly, happy about Marc being able to... open up to him in such a way.

Being vulnerable. Being... human, yeah. Being made of not just a hard shell, but also a fragile core that craves the care, and attention, of others.

Of them. Of Steven and Jake.

And as Marc melts into the couch, so does Steven - accompanied by a deep sigh, followed by another of those heart candies being pushed between his teeth; Yeah, the taste is kinda chalky but also sweet, sugary, and... somehow Steven finds the mixture addictive, in an odd kind of way.

"---I think if you were to gift Jake a 'fuck you' candy heart, he'd either go full-on 'I am not impressed'-mode, or he'll... uh, turn it back around, you know? Hand you the candy before pulling down his pants, erm...---"

The thought alone makes Steven chuckle for a second time, followed by one more snort as he shakes his head in amusement - because of course Jake would either turn into the most non-caring guy in the entire world or he would turn the situation into a sexy one instead. With the latter being the most likely option of the two...

---Not that either Marc or Steven would complain about it, but... yeah, gifting Jake a mean candy heart sure as hell has the potential to backfire immensely.

A lift of a brow, gaze trailing back to that bowl he holds between his hands still, followed by him chewing on another one of those chalky candies - then Steven shrugs, tilts his head this and that way, hums out a somewhat thoughtful noise shortly after.

"...Actually, yeah, I like them!" And he means it! "Kinda chalky, yes, but... sweet as well, not bad at all! Dunno, there's something about the texture that makes me go for them again and again... ---I probably shouldn't, but... I mean, they're meant to be eaten, even if they're not the most best candy in the entire world, so... Guess they won't poison me, right?"

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Marc couldn't help but snort something short and amused at the thought. Steven had a really good point there — if they were to gift Jake such a thing it would more likely than not, backfire on them. Be used as some opening for the other man to be a complete perv about it all. He sort of had that way about him, really. Turning everything on it's head and coming at them with ease. It could definitely be amusing. So long as Marc didn't think too long about it. Then it might shift into something else and right then he was trying to have a sweet moment with his little knowledge sponge so he would refrain from those thoughts. "He's a fuckin' piece of work, ain't he?" Of course, that was said with every ounce of affection Marc could fit into the words. Followed with a twitch of lips in a slight smile he couldn't help when thinking about their partner. Shaking his head, Marc settled more and kept an arm linked around Steven's shoulders then. Basically held the other closer to him in that way just so they could relax together. Kept his eyes downcast and to the side so he could watch other other continue to eat those little candies. He was never a big sweets person, so maybe that was on him. . . "Can't be all that bad for you. Here, gimme another one." Maybe he was ' knocking it before trying it ' or something like that. He asked for another because something in him could not bring himself to eat the one he had in his hand at the moment — so he went to set it down on their little coffee table and then held out his palm for a new one. "Lemme see what all you're enjoying about these little things. . ."

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As cool and nonchalant as Jake usually is - self-confident, cheeky, a bit of an asshole from time to time, enjoying it to poke and tease and be a menace at times - he does have a soft spot to him still, one that's outright vulnerable...

---It's his boys. Marc and Steven. They are his soft spot, his Achilles' heel, so to speak. If something isn't right with his partners, or if something goes wrong communication-wise between them, Jake's normally so very inflated ego is easy to break apart - turning soft and squishy, giving way to a core that's not as easy to approach under any other circumstances; A core that happens to feel insecurity, sadness and fear, worries about accidentally causing his loved ones pain, making them feel bad, hurting them---

That's why he's fiddling, shifting his weight from one leg onto the other, uh-ing and erm-ing his way through an arrangement of syllables while rambling about his reasons, giving multiple explanations for his actions, talking about the plans he's made - hoping to fix things this way in case they've gotten broken because of his previous actions.

But Steven, sweet adorable Steven, remains so soft and gentle - and tells Jake that he wants to do this still, wants to go on a date with him, to which Jake looks back up from where he's been glancing at the wooden floor of their apartment, that hesitant expression immediately changing back into a much more well-known smile-smirk of sorts - softer than usual, yes, but... still him, still Jake, whose self-confidence is being healed simply because of his lover being so easy-going, seemingly not holding any grudges whatsoever despite the earlier miscommunication-mishap.

"...Oh, no worries 'bout the table-situation, precioso - the club's got some comfortable corners to it which should offer enough privacy to not have things turn awkward there." Honestly though, should someone watch Jake hold a conversation with a small table-mirror he's brought into said club and look at him funny, Jake sure as hell won't give a flying fuck about it; He wants to spend some quality-time with his partners, like everyone else does, so... assholes better be minding their business or else he'll tell them a thing or two, certainly not shy about voicing his displeasure should the need arise. "---'Sides, if they do, no one will know you're there, princesa - an' I'm a big boy, in case some idiots happen to be around, I'll be able to handle 'em."

Feeling very much energized once again, a gloved hand moves to snatch the keys from the nearby sideboard - and Jake throws one last wink at his lover within the three-way-mirror, then turns to leave their apartment. He doesn't want to waste any time now, he's excited to have a nice drink and listen to some good music with his beloveds.

"Time for you to have a fuckin' amazin' date then, Stevie. I'll make sure this one's goin' to stand out in comparison to all of those shitty ones you've had before."

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Steven knew that side of Jake, even if the other man didn't show it all too often. Knew that under all the rough and tough exterior there was something softer. Something warm and cozy and absolutely vulnerable just like the rest of them. It was just a little bit harder to find because Jake wore so many layers to hide it, which made sense considering who he was. A protector couldn't go out there showing his weaknesses, after all. . . So it was nice to see it, in a way. To know Jake struggled a bit the same way he might. Very humanizing. Not long lasting before that smile-smirk was back in place — leaving Steven to sigh something like relief almost. Good! He was glad to see Jake right back to his normal self. No longer worried he's flubbed something up. That was the last thing Steven wanted the other man to feel in such a sweet moment. "Hah — suppose you're right! Pretty sure even if you were chattin' with yourself to others they wouldn't really bother you of all people about it, huh?" Steven chuckled a little, thinking about how someone might get a rightful glance from Jake and most likely wander off with their tail tucked between their legs after it happened. It was a little bit amusing, he can't lie. . . "I'm excited! You probably know some really fancy schmancy places, hmm?" Now there was a curiosity to Steven's tone. Clearly he was all moved on from being a bit of a jealous mess from earlier. Even followed along as Jake moved, finding whichever surface he could to keep up with the other grabbing keys, winking, heading for the door. He knew once they were in the elevator he'd be fine, could stand eight beside his lover as if they were riding down together. "Please, you're getting me all worked up here! I'm sure anything with you would be a million times better than any other date I've been on." And he meant that, soft smile and all.

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A nip of teeth, another shiver that rolls along the curve of his spine; Marc cannot stop a soft gasp from escaping slightly parted lips, his warm breath ghosting over Jake's throat in return, lidded eyes almost falling close but not quite as he leans into their embrace - goosebumps appearing where Jake's mouth, his teeth, are touching him, telling of how much he's enjoying what's being done to him at this very moment.

Because of course he's enjoying it, feeling his body tingle at various places - a sensation that is gentle in nature, not harsh nor too spicy, but a promising prickle nevertheless... and Marc chuckles once more, yet that sound he makes is much more airy than a laugh would be, a little dreamy even, perhaps...

"Me watchin' you dance ain't makin' me a damn voyeur, Jake." Which does not necessarily mean that his partner's in the wrong there, but... "---Y'know, if you want me to be that - a voyeur - you have to dance for me while wearin' nothin' but your underwear. ---And your gloves, for good measure."

What is meant as a joke there, at least to a certain degree, actually causes a few imaginary pictures to appear in front of Marc's inner eye then - pictures that make him swallow, the vision of Jake wearing something very tight around his hips in combination with those gloves, perhaps some other fun bits made of shiny leather that will accentuate his perfect frame in the best of ways---

Shit. That's... uh, that's--- yeah. Perhaps he shouldn't think about that one for too long here, for, uh, a variety of reasons...

...One of which is the fact that his pants are beginning to feel a bit more tight than usual... not too much, not alarmingly so, but still...

Swallowing again, pushing that thought away for now (as much as he can, that is), Marc decides to let out a little hum of sorts - trying to play it cool, as if he didn't just have a whole ass piece of pornography play out in real time for him within his brain - while his fingers continue to comb through Jake's hair, palm resting against the back of his head. It is precisely then that Jake complains about his cap, to which Marc rolls his eyes and smirks; A little huff, a tilt of a head, a lift of a brow once his lover moves just enough for their gazes to meet and noses to be oh-so close...

"---You act like as if our flat's a garbage dump, Jake. Your precious cap will be fine, I promise." A speck of dust won't cause the expensive fabric any harm, after all - at least in Marc's humble opinion. "'Sides, I wanna enjoy you just as much, mi cielo, an' that cap of yours was obstructin' both my hand and my view."

Granted, Marc approves of Jake's entire attire - yes, that includes his flat cap, obviously so - but to see him like this, with those tamed locks out in the open, is just... well, it's a special treat of sorts; Jake prefers to keep his cap on most of the time, so to have it off feels extra spicy, in a way.

---His gloves have the same effect on Marc. Just... much more intensely so. A bit of a not-so-secret kink that Marc doesn't openly admits to, but Jake (and Steven) know about anyways.

"That bein' said, I got up from where I've been sittin' to dance with you, so... I deserve to have you like this, no? What do you think?"

A gentle rub of Marc's nose against Jake's own, his smirk widening a little.

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Now see — that? That got Jake's attention in a mere heartbeat. Of course it would, look who Marc was dealing with there. The aspect of putting on a little show for his boyfriend in just underwear, gloves. Yeah, he knew all about the boys and their interesting kink when involving some of the things he wore. Something that fueled a nice fire deep within Jake's core the more he thought about it. Hummed low and easy, right there by Marc's ear. "For good measure, hmm? Building a nice little fantasy there, are you?" His words were more a purr than anything else. Gloved hands also gripped at Marc's waist then. Firm and prominent — and just barely slipping under the hem of a shirt so that the other man could feel the leather there against bare skin. Just on the brink of what could be naughty, but still trying to settle into that calm, loving mood. That was just their nature, after all — he and Marc. It was an easy mood to fall into with the other's hands combing through his now freed hair. Left Jake to sigh and allow eyes to close just for a moment. Like a cat being pet, almost. Simply enjoying the touch, and giving his own airy sort of laughter at the comment. "Can't argue with that, can I? I'll let you off with a warning just this once." Of course he was teasing, and the forming of a wide smirk was plenty proof of that. Their noses bumping and Jake seeming very pleased with the little action. Something so sweet in the midst of a little spice. Ah, he loved this. . . Loved Marc. "And — you can have me whichever way you desire me, luz de mi vida. Even if we ain't dancin' anymore. I could stand here with you all day, all night. Not a problem at all." Which Jake meant, fully and wholeheartedly.

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Each of those little kisses sends tiny electrical shocks through Marc's system - one after another, little sparks that trail along the curve of his spine; Humming gently in return, his head remains tilted to the side just enough while he himself continues to nose along the curve of Jake's throat - touches the warm skin with his lips, inhales through slightly flared nostrils.

Again, his lover smells amazing - and Marc loves to inhale his scent, the mixture of something deeply masculine yet warm combined with that (quite delicious) cologne Jake wears every single day.

It fits him, just like everything else does.

"---I'm definitely not gonna do the waltz, Jake. Or the salsa." Listen, it's one thing to sway back and forth together with the other to the sound of jazz... but it is an entirely different one to do an actual dance! Even though his ears start to feel warm again at Jake's spoken praise - the fact that he'd look stunning doing those dances, apparently - it isn't enough to make him want to start going to dance-practice or whatever, really; No, Marc's gonna stay the fuck home and watch Jake dance instead, since the other seems to enjoy it so much to dance...

"...I wouldn't complain 'bout you givin' me a show one day, though. I mean, I guess salsa and waltz require for two people to dance together, but... well, I'm pretty sure you've got a whole repertoire of other dance-moves stored in that big brain of yours, no? Ones you could show off to me while I keep sittin' on our comfortable couch and take in the sight of your pretty ass moving to the music---"

Marc's being a tease, obviously so, but he's meaning it, in a way - he'd love to just watch his lover have some fun, present his body to a set of dark eyes which will eagerly take in the sight of it bending and turning, left to right, up and down, all of that...

---Swallowing, Marc allows a second hum to escape him - something close to a chuckle - as he begins to push his hand up and under Jake's cap - just to flick that thing off of the man's head right after, revealing slicked-back curls in return. Fingers comb through them then, feeling up the soft texture of those individual strands, while Marc finally lets go of Jake's other hand - so that he can wrap his arm around his partner's waist then, allowing for the two men to fully embrace.

Because that's basically what they're doing now - embracing each other instead of dancing.

And Marc sure as hell isn't complaining about it.

"---Mhm, so am I. Very occupied with holdin' my big boy close, all of that."

A kiss to Jake's earlobe, the skin behind it, returning the gentle love Marc's receiving at the same time...

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"Oh — you won't dance for me but expect me to put on a show for you, huh?" Jake sounded exasperated as he spoke, huffing those words there against Marc's skin before giving said area a little nip of the teeth almost like he was fighting back. Just to play with the other a bit because, well. It was very easy to do as much. "Want to be a bit of a voyeur there do you?" A smirk as he kissed the spot he'd grazed teeth over, almost as if to sooth it a little bit after he had done so. In reality — Jake would not mind doing that. Wouldn't have a second thought about putting on some music and showing off the dances he did, indeed, have under his belt. Many different moves were stored away in that brain of his, actually. It was always good to know something off the top of his head in case of any situation, after all, right? The flick of his cap came as a slight surprise. Just enough that he grunted, squinted slightly. "My clothing is expensive, you know. Ahora está en el suelo desordenado." A click of the tongue, however it would be a lie to say Marc's touch wasn't soothing him. Had dark eyes closing and a sigh leaving Jake, almost like a purr. Not to mention with that hand no longer in his own it meant his gloved fingers could dance across Marc's shoulders there, down to meet the one already at his waist. Holding, squeezing — then hugging the other close to him. Truly just embracing now. Slight swaying here and there, but mostly just a hold that felt comforting in that moment. "Very pleasant thing to be occupied with, no? I'm enjoying myself, after all. Feelin' you right against me." A murmur in Marc's ear as he kissed along the shell, behind it, back across a jaw until he was finally pulled back enough they were face to face. A bit close, but not to the point he'd go cross-eyed or not be able to see. "All your warmth and scent. Muy agradable."

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Thing is, Marc's very much aware of the fact that Jake is correct with everything he's saying; Hell, Marc ain't stupid, after all, he knows he's blushing, he knows he's acting a certain way, and he knows he's putting up an act for the sake of---

...Well. For the sake of experiencing this - for them to dance in a much different way than the literal one. To have Jake be his cheeky self that's both a nuisance and so utterly desirable at the same time, to have him call Marc out and tell him how beautiful he is, outright adorable while he uses the man's reactions to his advantage - to nuzzle along his jaw, just the way it happens at this very second, which has Marc outright swoon there, for a moment or two.

Granted, he manages to keep most of that swoon within himself, has a shiver roll along his spine instead, his head tilting to the side ever so gently to grant his partner more space to go on with those little kisses, mumbled words against the shell of his ear. Because, in the end, this is what they both want - what Marc wants, all things considered. To be desired, wanted... and loved, obviously.

So very loved, so very cherished, in that special way that only Jake manages to do - is allowed to do, actually; If anyone else were to handle him in such a way, Marc sure as hell wouldn't be as big of a fan of it, that one's certain.

"...Mhm, we are - technically." A small agreement here, because yeah, they are swaying gently still - back and forth, back and forth, as the music plays and dark eyes turn heavy-lidded, lips parting gently as goosebumps appear wherever Jake's warm lips touch his skin. And Marc, even though he's just complained about it before, takes that as an invitation to come even closer - which now has them flush against another, allows him to lower his chin on top of his lover's shoulder where he then noses into the fabric of that shirt Jake wears...

He smells amazing, of course he does. Marc hums, turns his head so as to now nose along the side of Jake's throat instead.

"...But we both know we ain't really listenin' to that music anymore, are we?"

It's nice to have said music exist in the background... but Marc definitely isn't focusing too much on the rhythm there, whether he is staying in sync or not. He's got better things to do right now...

His hand, the one still resting within Jake's gloved one, gives it a squeeze - and the other continues to comb through that patch of hair, a featherlight touch of digits against curls.

Marc's definitely seeking closeness here, allowing himself to do such. Feeling... content. Safe enough to let some of his guard down.

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Marc longed to be desired and Jake was more than willing to cherish him. Marc wanted to be loved, be wanted and Jake? Jake had so much longing within him that it could spill right over the top like a boiling pot of water. His boys? Meant the absolute fucking world to him. He would do just about anything and everything to make sure they felt loved. Especially Marc, considering everything. Considering their ex-host had been through so much in life. Considering the lengths he went through and the self doubts the man had regarding himself. Jake would fight tooth and fuckin' nail to make sure the other man never had to feel such things again so long as he could help it. Which is why, despite how nasty the two could get — Jake's kisses remained slow, soft, languid. He trailed them along that jaw, just behind an ear, down the crook of Marc's neck and right back up to repeat the motion. Only parted his lips now and again to suck something of a soft mark into the skin itself. No teeth, no tongue. Just gradual affection he wanted to show his lover in that moment in time. "Is technically not enough?" A curious kind of question, barely a mumble considering Jake was a bit preoccupied then. "Do you want me to teach you the waltz? The salsa, perhaps?" A telling smirk against tanned skin as he finally dragged teeth across the area just to make a point of his teasing. "You would look stunning doing such dances, you know." And god, did Jake mean it. Marc's body with such movements. . . He sighed just at the mere thought, hand squeezing again where he rest on the other's backside at the moment. Like he couldn't quite help himself. However this wasn't a tactic to spice things up. This was just Jake wanting to have Marc close. A show of that coming when the hand there stopped its squeezing and instead rubbed, slow and steady before slipping back up to the other's waist. Holding there instead, nice and easy, pulling Marc even closer. It was almost as if they were just embracing in the living room instead of actually dancing anymore. "Maybe not. The music was a nice distraction but now I'm a bit more occupied."

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Adorable - as if calling him beautiful wasn't enough to begin with! No, Jake, that fucking ass, now even calls him adorable - a kitten! - as they finally shift positions and Marc finds himself standing back on his two feet...

Which, honestly, changes nothing. As much as Marc wants to pretend that it does, he literally keeps feeling the same - which has to do with the fact that Jake is still there and he's using that tactic of his, that gaze, that charm, that smirk and those damn words to do a variety of things to poor Marc that he cannot fight against. Because of course said Marc isn't pulling his hand away from that neck now, nor is he trying to get distance between them - he remains where he is instead, perhaps even steps a bit closer there, close enough to have their chests touch as the tingle of that previous hint of a kiss continues to linger on his own lips.

"---Jake, I swear---" He barely gets a word out, then he's being called stunning. There's a hand on his ass again and it squeezes; Marc bites his bottom lip, exhales sharply, but manages to not immediately give in like a hormonal teenager - lifts a brow instead, tries to have his expression portray a silent 'Really?' as his fingers continue to play with that bit of hair that peeks out from underneath his lover's cap...

"---That's the act I'm talkin' about, idiot. You're just--- doing your thing here. You know what I mean, don't play stupid with me." There's an edge to Marc's tone, but the overall sound of his voice remains soft, betraying him as it always does. In reality, it's not really betraying him, though - they both know how much they want each other, and that this is just how they work. How things play out between them, most of the time. Marc's the one to pretend he's hard to get, and Jake's playing him like a damn instrument - always the same, but there's no need to change anything up about it, after all.

---If Marc truly did not want for any of this to happen, he would back away. He stays however, even though his brows do knit in the slightest bit, feeling sheepish - and a little embarrassed - about all of those words he's being called; He genuinely does not think of himself as beautiful or stunning, and it... does things to him, to be called such. Part of him craves it, needs to hear it - wants to hear it, again and again - but another is trying to push it away, because he thinks he does not deserve any of it.

Another swallow, with Marc inhaling, then exhaling as he glances to the side, toward the little radio that keeps playing.

"...I'm not blushing." Sure thing. "You forcin' me to tilt backwards like that just caused all of that blood to rush to my brain, y'know? That's just what happens. It's called gravity."

--- A blink and Marc's gaze is back on Jake's, spotting his own reflection within those dark irises...

God, he's basically glowing! That's so awkward; Marc clears his throat like before, then his gaze, once again, flicks away.

"I bet that all of what you're doin' right now has nothin' to do with dancing, huh? Didn't you wanna teach me how to dance or whatever?"

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Jake couldn't help but soak up that expression on Marc's face then. The way the other looked at him like he could not believe Jake was doing the things he was doing. In reality — shouldn't Marc expect this the most out of him? Should assume Jake was ready to be the little shit he always was. Hell, even the other made a comment on it as well, through that embarrassment of his. That all of what he was doing had nothing to do with the dancing. To be fair, starting off? It had been about the dancing. Swaying Marc around the living room in a way that would show him how to move his feet, his body. Help guide him into something close to a slow dance of sorts. Jake liked to think he was an amazing teacher, after all. However — how was he supposed to stay so soft and sweet when his lover was acting so delicious before him? Flushed a pretty red, looking away al shy-like. Marc was harder to fluster than their little knowledge sponge was, so the fact Jake could manage it was like the worlds greatest kind of reward, really. Witnessing his partner in such a way. . . ah, he truly did love it. "Gravity. That's what you're goin' with?" Jake snorted a laugh, bared his teeth in a grin. Couldn't stop himself from dipping in as Marc turned his face away. A perfect opportunity for Jake to nose along that sculpted jawline. Sigh against Marc's skin as he took in his scent with a pleased him. Decided to press a few kisses in his wake as well. Nothing naughty, but definitely on that edge of being a tease just as he always was. "We're still technically dancing, are we not? Still moving to the music." A hum against tanned skin. Almost whispered into his flesh in a way that was low, a little sultry. "You don't seem bothered in the slightest, hmm? Still plastered right against me."

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It's so fucking unfair, isn't it - the fact that Jake is... well, Jake! That he just stands there while holding Marc in this somewhat-dipped position for minutes on end, acting as if he could keep this up for literal hours - perhaps he can, with how strong and well-built he is - while having the nerve to give his thigh a cheeky squeeze, leaning in, talking about shared enjoyment and---

---Marc swallows, throat bobbing as the color on his cheeks deepens into an even fuller, richer shade of pink because of that compliment he's receiving mere moments later; Jake calls him beautiful, points out that blush that's burning itself across the whole of his face, now collecting at the tips of his ears and bleeding down into the shape of his neck - and Marc? He can't do anything against it, really - can only continue to exist like this while staring up into those impossibly deep brown eyes that technically are the same as his... and yet aren't, not at all.

They're Jake's eyes. Different. Unique. And Marc feels himself drowning within them, sinking deeper and deeper the more seconds pass between them...

"---Fuck you."

It's a soft noise that escapes him, barely above a breath as those words are pressed out between his teeth; Marc means it, he truly does, because how dare Jake for always managing to curl the whole of Marc's existence around his little finger like that!

Yet here he is, has already given in, of course he has - and licks his lips, swallows again, clears his throat, nostrils flaring as he tries to keep his cool here.

...Isn't it funny, in a way, that Marc had just thought about their relationship as usually being quite... well, heated, in a certain kind of way? Followed up by him appreciating the fact that things were feeling a bit different this time, simply because they were dancing for once, doing an oddly romantic thing instead of fucking each other's brains out?

"Dont call me beautiful, for fucks--- I ain't beautiful and you know that! You're just tryin' to do your damn thing here, Jake Lockley. I can see right through your act, y'know?"

Huh, when exactly did Marc's hand - the one that had previously rested against the curve of his partner's waist - change position and curled itself around the back of Jake's neck instead? Feeling up the hairline he finds there, fingertips brushing through short, soft hairs?

Unfair, as said. So, so unfair.

"---Pull me up instead, will ya? I get it, you can do this to me, good, great, can we just---"

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And wasn't that a sight to see, hmm? Marc with that blush of his melting further down his neck, up to the tips of cute ears. Jake wondered just how his partner could continue to get more and more alluring by the second. Even with something as simple as a flush — it left him yearning to see more. Wanting to continue his teasing if only because it would mean more of a reaction from the other man. Sure, he might wanna give Marc a break, going by that little hiss of a curse passed clenched teeth. "You're as intimidating as a mere kitten right now. It's adorable." Jake murmured the words as he dipped in to steal a quick peck of a kiss and nothing more before shifting their position because here Marc was, complaining. Jake knew it was mostly all bark and no bite, as were most things when it came to their ex-host. Sure, Marc had that fire in him to be harsh, mean, dangerous — but not with them. Never with them. Especially not with Jake of all people. He liked to think he sort of had his lover on a bit of a leash for lack of better wording. Jake lifted Marc finally, got him full back on his feet. However he was pleased to see the other had that arm wrapped around his neck now instead. A hand at the nape, in the soft hair there that peeked from his cap. "My act? No act here, hmm, no." A shake of the head and his hand slipping up from Marc's thigh back to make a home on his ass. Unlike earlier he kept it there now, gave a firm grip to the meat and heft of a cheek. "I mean what I say — and say exactly what I mean, hermoso. You are the most stunning I ever get to see you when you blush like this."

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With Marc having done the whole 'foot stepping' on purpose there, he really isn't surprised about the fact that Jake's spinning them with a bit more enthusiasm in return - basically swinging Marc back into his proper position while making sure he isn't flung across the room in the process.

Which is nice, yeah. Very considerate. Marc really isn't in the mood right now to smash face-first into a nearby wall...

The act itself does cause his smirk to widen a little, however - amusement rising and bubbling within his chest at the fact that Jake's manhandling him here, even though he's also poking fun at Marc at the same time, saying that he's got no sense of adventure---

"...No sense of adventure? You sure 'bout that? Like, for real? I think I've got plenty of sense for adventure - in some way, at least! Don't you tell me you've already forgotten all the bullshit we've been through back when I had no idea about your existence in the first place---"

His life Marc sure as hell would call an adventure, even though it's one of those you'd rather not be a part of, honestly. But still! In that regard Marc can at least say he's been on the road a lot, seen and experienced stuff---

---Thoughts are rudely interrupted, however, when a hand is suddenly sliding from his back to his ass, then to the side of his thigh, and he's dipped backwards mere seconds after!

The fear of losing balance kicks in immediately, with Marc feeling himself gripping Jake's waist harder, his fingers basically digging into the fabric of the other's shirt to hold on for dear life - that smirk from before being replaced by lifted brows and raw surprise, accompanied by a gasp and tensing muscles---

"...H-hey, hey, easy--- I swear to god, Jake, if you---If you let go of me and make me fall on my ass, I'll never dance with you ever again!"

Marc means it, but at the same time he's... erm, well, his face feels a bit warm here and he can tell he's blushing, because... well. This is a quite romantic thing to do, the whole dip-your-dance-partner-thing, no? It's usually the man doing this to the woman, and... uh, yeah, that fact alone does things to Marc in return, has his heart beat a bit faster behind his sternum as he swallows and glances up at his lover, obviously flustered...

Does so by peeking through thick dark lashes, with his cheeks red and bottom lip pulled between his teeth for a moment or two...

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"That doesn't count. I was there but I wasn't able to enjoy it fully with you." Jake said it like a kid making up rules as they went. Like somehow because he wasn't able to fully front with Marc meant the adventures were obsolete. Which was just a little comical when you really sat to think about it. Just because Jake hadn't been able to co-pilot it all didn't really mean Marc was truly that boring. It seemed he just wanted to keep pulling at the other man's strings a little more. Strings that Jake is expertly playing with, it seemed — as he had dipped Marc down just slightly. Not enough to go and make him any sort of dizzy or whatnot. Just enough to get that reaction he was craving. The one Marc immediately gave in the form of raised brows, a gasp, and beautifully flushed cheeks. Oh, he was so stunning like that, Jake thought. . . Absolutely breathtaking. That smirk stayed prominent and plastered on his lips as he hummed like what he did was nothing. He had the strength for it after all. Even offered a firm squeeze to Marc's thigh just to show he had a very good grip there. No was would the other go tumbling on his watch, that was for certain. "You don't trust me to keep you up, mi amor? I'm almost hurt." A little pout of plush lips, before Jake held Marc even closer to himself and leaned down just to where their faces were only some inches away from one another. "Te ves tan hermoso con tus mejillas sonrosadas así." A pure statement, low and mumbled between them in that tone that showed Jake was clearly trying to make a move.