sweet spots of the tot boys.
warnings: non-explicit allusions to nsfw 👀
a/n: this is the first time i’ve had to put warnings on this blog… just dipping my toes into the water but why am i so horn knee for luke and marius *head in hands* someone bonk me before it’s too late
shoulders - practically married to his job, artem often forgets to take a break when he’s working on a case, leading to some very wound up tension in his shoulders. sneak up behind him and gently massage him where he needs it most, and you might just catch the breathiest hint of a moan escaping him as he leans back into the firm touch of your hands, unable to resist. and if it’s only the two of you alone in the office, well… don’t be surprised when he spins his chair around to pull you into his lap, lips thanking you wordlessly with a smile and a slow, deep kiss
hands - quick, capable hands that move deftly when making annotations on case files, yet become so awkward when it comes to touching you - you love that his hands have as much duality as the rest of him. a little shy for more obvious displays, artem often expresses his affection for you by gently brushing your hair behind your ear, or reaching out for your hand when crossing a busy street. when he reaches out to wipe away a crumb from your lips, take the opportunity to nip on his fingertips and watch as his breath catches in his throat, eyes going wide as the prettiest shade of red blooms on his cheeks
adam’s apple - although artem may apppear calm and collected most of the time regardless of the situation, you’ve learnt to identify the little tells that indicate the slightest crack in his perfect composure - one of them is the bob of his adam’s apple. now, you like pulling him down for a kiss by his tie, taking your sweet, sweet time to undo the knot and watching as he swallows, fingers involuntarily grasping at his desk for something to hold on to. if you’re feeling bold, press your lips against it and suck, and then watch as artem falls apart under the sweet pressure of your mouth
wrist - right where his pulse flutters, quickening when you near and skipping a beat when your lips meet his cheek. occasionally, vyn’s own fingers drift to his pulse point after an encounter with you, and he has to shake his head at just how easily you seem to be affecting him - still, it’s something he realises that he doesn’t mind. when your lips meet the inside of his wrist innocently, corner of your mouth quirking as you try to hide the teasing light in your eyes, vyn can see straight through you in an instant, although his pulse still races regardless. it’s nice to know that you affect him as much as he does you - it’s only fair, isn’t it?
eyelids - just like his heart, you’ve always felt that vyn has kept parts of him hidden away - eyes are the windows to the soul, after all. because of this, you can’t help but enjoy those rare moments just before bed when vyn slips off his glasses, allowing you look into vyn’s beautiful eyes unhindered. vyn might not think much about them, but you constantly find yourself lost in those golden pools that seem to be holding so many secrets in their depths. as if to coax them out, you like pressing gentle kisses to his eyelids, hearing the soft intake of breath from vyn as you do so. as expected of the renowned psychiatrist, however, he now requests of you to help him wipe his glasses on occasion before taking the opportunity to steal a kiss from you instead
shoulders - “touching a person’s shoulder indicates intimacy. it seems like you trust me a lot,” vyn has told you before. “well, it seems that you trust me a lot, letting me touch you there,” you joked in return, but you can’t have been more right. when you’re in his lap, arms wrapped around his lap and trying your best not to moan, you can’t help but sink your teeth into his shoulder to stifle your noises - and instead, it is vyn’s composure that seems to shatter as a result, as he pulls you closer and redoubles on his efforts to make you cry out for him
scalp - loves it when you do anything to his hair. whether you’re running your fingers through it while he pretends to be asleep with his head in your lap, or when you’re tugging at the strands as he plunders your mouth with his own, marius can’t get enough of it. one of his favourite ways to relax is asking you to shampoo his hair for him, nails scratching gently over his scalp as you work the bubbles into his hair. in times like these, he usually falls asleep in less than a few minutes as exhaustion catches up to him, and you have to be careful not to get any bubbles into his eyes or ears as you rinse the foam off. still, every bit of effort is worth it when you get to see him resting at last, and you’re always reluctant to wake up him when you need to towel his hair off. there’s a soft contentment in his eyes every time afterwards, and you’ve often joked that it’s almost like catnip for a big cat… which probably isn’t too far from the truth
ears - firstly, the lobe - that’s the place you reach for first when he’s being a little too mischievous, just like how one would scold a misbehaving child. the little yelp he’d made the first time you grabbed it had alerted you to this weak spot, and now marius knows to cover his ears whenever he wants to tease you. however, there’s another part that’s even more sensitive - specifically, the piercings along the shell of his right ear. when you run your tongue along the metal, sucking them into your mouth, marius lets out the very softest whimper under his breath, hands tightening on the curve of your waist even as he tries to keep his noises to himself. you’ve learnt that all you need is to be patient with him, and marius will fall apart under your touch before you can so much as blink
hands - those long, slender fingers that look so shapely when wrapped around the handle of a brush, you always find your eyes drawn to them when you’re watching him paint. if you could choose, you would probably say that his hands are the most attractive part of him - occasionally smudged with various colours of oil paint when he’s working on his latest piece, or decorated with silver rings at the social events he asks you to attend with him. in private moments, though, you draw his fingers into your mouth until your lips brush the last knuckle, and marius has to bite back a gasp as he fights to retain the last vestiges of his self control - but part of him knows it’s already too late for him
neck - you were delighted as a child to find out that luke had a weak spot, perfect for tickling… and now, you’re even more amused that it hasn’t changed in the least during the eight years you spent apart. sometimes, you like to sneak up on him with a cold drink and press the can against the back of his neck just to watch him yelp and attempt to squirm away (little do you know that he’s actually aware of every movement you make behind his back). recently, however, you’ve found yourself using this knowledge for very different reasons instead - dragging your mouth along the sensitive skin at the side of his neck, listening to all the pretty sounds he makes as you nip and tease with your teeth. kiss the spot where his jaw meets his neck and luke shivers, a stuttering gasp leaving his lips. lick where his pulse runs under warm skin and he’s biting back a moan, long fingers digging deliciously into the flesh of your thighs. bite down at the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet, and the next thing you know, you’re the one with their back on the mattress, something dark in those familiar coral eyes that you can’t help being aroused by as luke leans in, fully intent on repaying the favour
head - sometimes, luke acts like a huge puppy around you, putting his head in your lap or resting his cheek on your shoulder, and you can’t help reaching out to give him a few headpats no matter how busy you are. it’s no secret to either of you that he likes it very much when you play with his hair - he finds it calming. in the rare times he falls asleep before you do, you enjoy unwinding by combing your fingers through the tousled strands, and even in sleep, a contented smile forms on his face without fail.
abs - luke has told you many times that he has an eight pack (not a one pack like you’ve joked about), but the first time you actually got to see a hint of it was when he brought you to the airsoft arena. you’ve never enjoyed sports all that much, but the second you saw luke walking out in a form fitting black shirt that seemed to cling to his upper body a little too well and a pair of camo pants, you decided from that day on that you were a convert. although he’s very… hard… down there, he’s still surprisingly sensitive, so poking a finger there is enough to make him jump when you’re teasing him about stealing your food. and well, at other times, when it’s your mouth on him instead, your tongue dipping into his navel, luke can barely string words into a coherent sentence as he looks down at you with half lidded eyes, trying to gasp out ‘ah, you don’t have to’ between moans as you make your way down his body… the second you take him in his mouth, however, you’re pleased to note that luke no longer has the ability to protest in the least
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