"What's that mean?" Markus asked curiously, stilling as Nikolas pressed his face to his neck. After a moment, he relaxed again. It was almost kind of nice, sort of comforting having him just stay there. If only they could stay forever like this, just the two of them, content in holding each other and with no outside forces to intervene.
My Other Half // PRIVATE with Crocs
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Nikolas smirked against Markus' skin. "Word." If only they could do this forever, Nikolas would love nothing more than to get to know Markus like this. Somehow, this was better than any talking they could do. Nikolas felt the shape of the man's body against his own, how perfectly they fit. He could gauge what he liked simply by his hesitant movements and actions. They didn't need to go far, just could hold each other like this and be happy.
Markus shook slightly with quiet laughter. "Incredible." He said, sighing happily. Then an idea hit him. Nikolas had been messing with him earlier, maybe he could return that favor somehow. If only he could figure out how…
Grinning slightly, he shifted his hand, fingers trailing along Nikolas' back, brushing lightly along his spine without realizing how sensitive the spot was.
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Nikolas paused when Markus moved, afraid that he was going to pull away—he liked the heat radiating off of the male and wanted to keep that to himself longer. But then his fingers brushed over Nikolas' back and down his spine, and he froze.
He pressed his face even more against Markus' neck and simultaneously pressed himself close and lifted himself up slightly. A shudder shot through his body, his cheeks went aflame, and a trembling breath finally tumbled from his parted lips.
The path of Markus' fingers moved once he reached Nikolas' lower back, travelling back up his spine. He tilted his head slightly at the other boy's reaction, but his grin grew, fingers tracing swooping patterns as they traveled up. "Everythin' alright there darlin'?" He drawled, voice smooth and accent sugary.
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"Yes and no," Nikolas mumbled, attempting to pull himself away from Markus a little bit. That would just make it worse, being pressed against the boy while he messed with his spine like that. Damn wings. He might complain, but he liked it. Fuck, he liked it. And there wasn't anything he could—would—do to make him stop.
"If ya want me t' stop, all ya gotta do is say so, Niky." Markus said, fingers stilling their movements for just a moment, before continuing their path. It didn't seem like he wanted him to stop, though. He went from trying to move to near trembling, which was slightly confusing.
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Nikolas closed his eyes and tightened his grip around Markus' neck, his breath heavy as he did indeed border on trembling. "Sensitive," he got out, the strained word breathed against the boy's shoulder. He remained slightly hovering over Markus' lap, holding himself up a bit while he held on. He felt wound up and embarrassed, his cheeks hot from his uncontrollable reaction. He refused to let Markus see him like that, though.
So definitely not an outright no. He likes this. But he doesn't want to? Markus' other hand pressed to Nikolas' lower back, fingers splayed out and massaging gently. "Sensitive, huh?" He mused, kind of liking having the power in this reversal of their normal roles. "Good sensitive, or bad sensitive?"
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(I'm just going to do the transliteration instead of the actual Greek)
Nikolas let out another shaky breath, turning his head to press his parted lips against Markus the Torturer's neck. He could feel the boy's pulse as he did so, something that strangely calmed his nerves some. However, that didn't restore his jumbled and broken brain. "Kalós. sígoura kaló. O Christós, Markus, tha pliróseis." His old and usually hidden accent came back in full force, making his voice richer and thicker.
"I don' speak Greek, darlin', but that sounds like a 'good' t' me." Markus said, his own accent just adding a certain purr to his words. If Nikolas told him to stop, he would right there. But it really didn't sound like he wanted him to, and it definitely didn't feel like he wanted him to. In fact he, sounded like the kind of mess Markus got when Nikolas flustered him.
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Nikolas murmured some more in Greek, the words even incoherent to him. Once his spinning head decided to clear a bit, he decided to get back at Markus. He pressed himself against Markus, arms slipping down to grip the boy's hips. His lips were already parted, so it took him no time to kiss the boy's neck, his tongue slipping through to brush against the skin, the metal of his piercing following.
Markus' hands came to a complete standstill. His cheeks were suddenly the deepest shade of red they could be, especially following the muffled sound of surprise he let out. He stuttered out something incoherent, the feeling of Nikolas' hands on his hips and tongue(his piercing) on his neck driving him just minorly crazy. Luckily, though, his competitive streak still shone. Allowing him to teasingly resume his tracing and massage, not willing to be out teased.
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Nikolas paused and his lips broke away, his lungs forcing themselves to work instead of functioning properly. Damn Markus and those fucking hands. Nikolas wasn't having it, though. He let out a low growl in the back of his throat as he pressed his lips to Markus' neck again, his hands moving up to the boy's stomach and pressing him down onto the bed so that Nikolas was now hovering over him. He followed Markus down, not withdrawing his lips even as he shuddered and briefly paused to let out a pant of air, and slid his hands back down to the boy's hips, fingers finding themselves just under the hem of his shirt.
Markus gasped lightly, shocked, but managed to keep his hands along Nikolas' back. And then he growled, and Markus was pretty sure he just felt his soul leave his body. If just this was rapture, then he could only imagine what actually kissing Nikolas would be like. "Fuck." He hissed, the sound just a bit too much like a groan to actually be a hiss.
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Nikolas paused at that, even as he leaned into Markus' touch on his back. He was growing used to it, even if it still felt good. He glanced up at Markus, questioning. He didn't know what was going through the boy's mind, didn't know if any of this was okay to him. He lightly kissed the underside of Markus' jaw, then moved up to hover his face over the boy's, the silver in his eyes swirling with his question.
Markus nearly whined as Nikolas pulled away, narrowing his eyes up at Nikolas. It took him a good moment to speak, all of his attempts ending in nonsense stuttering. "Y-you really gonna stop now?" He finally got out, hands pausing to squeeze Nikolas lightly. He was finally finding himself okay with this. He didn't want to lose that suddenly.
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Nikolas's lips curled up into a smirk, sitting back so he was settled on the other boy's hips and moving out of Markus' grasp. His hands slid down Markus' sides as he did so, then rested on his hips while Nikolas leaned down and peppered soft kisses over the boy's chest, slowly moving further down his torso. His thumbs snuck under the cloth of Markus' shirt, brushing back and forth over the sliver of skin above his waistband.
Markus scowled as Nikolas moved away, opening his mouth to attempt to say something else, only to be cut off. By Nikolas kissing his chest. He tensed, not in a bad way, the muscles in his torso clenching the lower he got. He really didn't expect anything to happen, knew it wouldn't this soon, but just the kisses were enough to drive him slightly crazy. His hands dropped to the bed, not quite sure what to do now that he couldn't fuck with Nikolas.
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Nikolas chuckled against Markus' stomach, not going any further. "I wouldn't want to deprive you, Markus," he purred with a smirk, moving back up and lifting himself up so he could drag his lips over Markus' throat. He teased Markus for complaining about Nikolas stopping, but he secretly missed the boy's touch. So he came back, silently allowing Markus to mess with him again as Nikolas pressed soft kisses to his throat and neck.
Markus shuddered slightly, but his hands instantly found Nikolas' back, this time adding a bit of pressure as they trailed along his spine. "It's much appreciated." He grumbled, fingers pressing a bit harder for a second like he was trying to show his disapproval and approval with being teased like that.
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"Sounds it," Nikolas murmured, kissing Markus' throat and swirling his tongue over the skin again. And feels it. He closed his eyes and sunk closer to the boy beneath him when he felt that pressure against his spine, another shudder coursing through his body when he was reacquainted with that feeling. "You're never going to leave that be now that you know, are you?" he grumbled shakily, referring to his sensitivity.
Markus snorted, shaking his head just slightly. “Nope. Sure works great as leverage and revenge.” He said, trembling slightly from Nikolas’ tongue on his neck. His hands paused trailing up and down every once in a while to press down, fingers applying pressure in certain spots to mess with him before continuing. “So be ready, darlin’.”
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Nikolas grumbled in Greek as he closed his eyes, face pressed against Markus' neck as he tried to regain some semblance of functionality due to those hands on his back. "I hate you," he growled before placing his hands on Markus' sides, sliding under the boy's shirt and up his torso. He kissed his neck some more in the same manner, wanting to make Markus just as much of a mess as he's made Nikolas multiple times.
“If ya really hate me that much, then why’re ya still here?” Markus asked, the teasing light in his eyes and voice failing as soon as Nikolas' hands went back up his shirt. And his god forsaken tongue. He grit his teeth, exhaling sharply and shakily through them. “Damn you.” He grunted gripping Nikolas tighter for a moment.
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Nikolas paused for a moment, eyes fluttering, when Markus tightened his grip on him, then managed to fake a recovery. He smirked at the boy's reaction. "That's why," Nikolas murmured against Markus' skin, trailing his kisses down the boy's throat, then back up to his jaw. He didn't dare go to his lips, though. That was a whole different thing and he didn't want to push Markus too far. His hands traced the muscles of Markus' torso, going slow and exploratory.
Even if part of Markus wanted to see what kissing Nikolas would be like, if his lips really tasted like the holy redemption Markus found himself imagining, he was glad neither of them was making that move. It was too official. Too big of an admission(as though this wasn’t). It was something he wasn’t quite ready for yet. Besides, that meant Nikolas would have to remove his lips from Markus’ neck, and right now, that was a huge no thank you from Markus.
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Nikolas gently pushed up Markus' shirt while he leaned back some, taking a breather. He held Markus' gaze as he did so, eyes soft as he whispered gently, "I want to see you." And he did. He was steadily realizing just how much he's fallen for Markus—and perhaps always been a little into him since the start, hence why he always went to him—and he wanted to be able to admire him, even if they were just messing around tonight. If Markus decided that this is all that's going to happen, if everything they did tonight was a one-time thing, then Nikolas wanted to at least do this while he had the chance.
Besides, it wasn't fair that he was the only shirtless one.
Markus’ eyes widened at that, his cheeks heating slightly. He didn’t look away from Nikolas, though. Even as he spoke. “Then it’d be kinda rude o’ me not to oblige, huh?” He said softly, more a rhetorical question. He’d never done this. Taken off any articles of clothing for anyone. And yet, with Nikolas, it seemed right. And if this was all there was, then he was going to enjoy that.
Sitting up slightly, though careful not to dislodge Nikolas, he slipped out of his hoodie, before grabbing the back of the neck of his shirt and tugging it off.
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Nikolas sat back some more when Nikolas sat up, giving him room. He watched attentively, the corner of his lip caught between his teeth to contain his smile. Once Markus pulled off his shirt, Nikolas wrapped an arm around the boy's waist, tugging him closer so they were back in their original position—Nikolas sitting on Markus' lap.
He kept his arm there while his other hand pressed against the boy's stomach, his eyes cast down to study the impressive muscles his fingers carefully traced. His touch steadily worked its way up to Markus' chest, which is when he rested his head against the boy's shoulder, a small smile on his lips. "You've been hiding," he murmured, his splayed fingers going back down again.