Arlen buried one hand in Carson's hair, laying the other on his shoulder as he exhaled shakily and tilted his head to the side to give more space. He gazed downward and watched Carson's movements with a loving, lidded gaze.
Carson lost himself in his work, showing as much love as he knew Arlen deserved in his kisses and bites. He scattered marks across his neck and collarbone. He always loved giving hickeys, mostly because it was usually the biggest sign of physical affection he would give before losing his mind.
He wondered vaguely how he'd cover those marks up later, but the majority of his thoughts about them were just excitement that he'd be able to look in the mirror later and admire Carson's work. He'd figure out how to hide them when the problem arose. Until then, he was content to make his soft whining noises while Carson left marks wherever he pleased.
He leaned harder into Arlen, gripping his hips tightly to keep him still. His breath was starting to come short, his desire taking over his mind before his logic could regulate it.
Arlen was trying not to seem too lewd, but he could only do so much with Carson pressed this close, panting as he left hickeys down his neck. And shirtless. His thoughts were running wild.
He forced himself to pull back, his pupils blown wide as he looked up at Arlen. "Are you sure about this? Because I don't know how much longer I can hold myself back."
It was almost ridiculous how the words nearly made him shudder. He nodded, breathing heavily. "I did say I'd like to see you lose your mind," he commented with a sly grin.
"Oh you are just cruel, get down here." He laughed breathlessly, pulling Arlen down into a sloppy kiss as he tugged him down from the dryer. "Can't exactly get to you from up there, now can I?" He panted between kisses.
"As if you don't love it." Arlen hopped down from the dryer with a laugh, albeit with somewhat shaky legs. He leaned into the kiss eagerly, running his hands through Carson's hair once again. "You should grow this out," he said offhandedly.
"Really? I was actually considering cutting it back for work." He continued to kiss at Arlen's neck as he spoke, his lips trailing almost lazily.
He thought it over for a moment. "Mm, that-that'd look nice too. You'd look good either way," he hummed, leaning against the dryer and twirling Carson's hair around his fingers mindlessly.
"But if you like it longer, I'll probably keep it long like this. Besides, it's means I don't have to do anything." He punctuated each sentence with a nibble of his skin, his mind half gone.
Arlen exhaled shakily, barely able to keep up with the conversation. He just nodded, agreeing absentmindedly as he continued to comb his fingers through it. "It's fun to have something to grab," he mused after a moment with a smile.
"Oh and you would know all about that, wouldn't you?" He purred, smirking against his neck. "Come on, let's get you somewhere I can properly give you what you deserve."
Arlen could've sworn his heart stopped for a moment. Once again, it seemed that Carson could say absolutely anything and maintain composure. "Yeah. Yeah." He agreed breathlessly. He was always so easy to fluster in situations like this. It was a bit frustrating honestly.
(should we move this to DMs for now lol?)
(Yeah definitely)
