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“Whizzer, is this really necessary?”
“Shh. Shut up and don't move, you’ll fuck it up.”
Marvin has to fight the urge to roll his eyes, but he’d like to keep his sight and would rather not sacrifice it to a stick of kohl.
They’re set to be at Charlotte and Cordelia’s for a costume party, and Marvin’s been painfully compliant to Whizzer’s endless celebratory requests.
He’s currently trapped between the bathroom sink and Whizzer’s leather-clad body, (“Whizzer, you look more like a pole dancer than a cat.” “Well, you know better than anyone that I do a fantastic back arch, don't I?”) and has had just about enough of being more a barbie than a boyfriend.
“I already put on these itchy ruffles, which, by the way, I don't get the appeal of.”
Whizzer pauses and gives Marvin an affronted look, “They make you look refined and alluring, Marvin. Which is fitting for a halloween costume, since it’s so unreachable for you.”
Marvin nearly protests, but his eyes are caught wandering Whizzer's cheeks. “It’s hard to take your insults seriously when you have cat whiskers on your face.”
Whizzer's focus doesn't stray from his task, but he smirks playfully. “Maybe I should hiss and scratch. Would you like that?”
Marvin leans slightly forward to mouth under Whizzer’s chin, “Maybe I would.” He feels his breath hitch under his lips. “And anyways,” he moves his hands to Whizzer’s waist, “I think you’re dressed up enough for the both of us.”
Whizzer’s chuckle reverberates through Marvin’s body at every point where they’re touching, now holding the pencil between his index and middle finger to avoid ruining their costumes. “I quite like what I dressed you in. I’ve always had a thing for vampires.”
“Have you?” Marvin moves his lips to the side of Whizzer’s neck. “How’d you feel if I did this?” He nips at the soft skin, and his eyes flutter shut at the sound of Whizzer’s breathy exhale by his ear.
He leaves another kiss, and buries his face in the crook of Whizzer’s neck, just breathing him in. He moves his hands lower to the curve of Whizzer’s back, pulling him flush against himself as he bites softly once more, now nearer to his collarbone.
Whizzer tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his skin. “Marvin,” he whispers, his voice sounding as everything in the small space.
Marvin hums in response, moving his lips back up Whizzer’s neck to reach his lips.
“Come.” Whizzer says nearly into Marvin’s mouth. He begins to move backwards out of the bathroom and towards the bed, and Marvin follows, rubbing his hands up Whizzer’s back as he kisses him.
When they reach the foot of the bed, Whizzer turns them around and pushes Marvin back onto the mattress. Marvin moves backwards towards the head, lolling his head to the side as his eyes drag up and down Whizzer’s tightly fitted costume, the taut leather failing to hide the growing bulge. So easy, this one.
He rests his head back against the pillow as Whizzer crawls over him, reaching gently to grasp his hips and settle him over his pelvis.
Marvin leans up eagerly, craving the feeling of Whizzer’s soft lips on his own, but a hand lands on his chest midway.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” Whizzer’s eyes have a mischievous glint to them, and Marvin sighs as he watches him pull out the small black stick of hell.
“Oh, fuck me...” He mutters.
“Not yet.” Whizzer adjusts his position as he uncaps the lid, the friction of movement making Marvin groan. Whizzer smiles sardonically. “You can't play all sweet with me to try and get out of putting on eyeliner. Lie back.”
Marvin rolls his eyes while he still can, and doesn't have much of a choice but to do as told, as Whizzer is already leaning forward to grasp his chin in his hand.
“How is this your priority right now?” Marvin stuns.
“You’ll see. Just stop squirming, it'll be over in two seconds if you just stop squirming.”
Marvin stays still at first, but begins to gently move his hips underneath where Whizzer’s thighs are pinning him down. Whizzer lets out a low, surprised sigh before frowning at the man below him.
“Do you actively want to go blind?” He snaps.
“If I have to look at you forever, then yeah.” Marvin responds without a beat as he smirks.
Whizzer scoffs and holds Marvin’s cheek one last time before leaving back with a triumphant grin.
“Ohh, yeah.” He whispers, nibbling at his bottom lip as he admires his work. Marvin wants to stop the small movement with his own teeth.
Whizzer leans over to the beside table to grab the small antique hand mirror he had once insisted on buying and now rarely uses, and turns it for Marvin to see.
And shit. He hates when Whizzer is right.
His eyes have a layer of depth to them now. It gives him a look of striking androgyny, balanced when crossed with an energy of confident authority.
He opens his mouth to comment on the look, but he doesn't get a chance before Whizzer is on him, snatching the mirror out of his hand and crashing his lips onto his own.
He's not complaining. Marvin pushes back with equal force, running his hands down Whizzer’s bare arms and meeting his hands at the zipper of his leather pants. He helps pull them down, the two of them shuffling ungracefully to push them to Whizzer's knees.
Marvin's panting as he unzips his own pants, and Whizzer is reaching to lubricate his palms. When Whizzer urges forward to kiss him, Marvin slides his palms under his leather vest to stroke the hot, soft skin of his abdomen. Marvin allows him to reach into his boxers and fuck, to run his moistened hand down his straining, burning flesh. Marvin grabs Whizzer’s ass to pull him even closer until they're rubbing together, their breathing heavy as they chase friction.
He leans forward and kisses the side of Whizzer’s mouth, signalling for him to open and meet Marvin’s own parted lips. He sighs heavily into the kiss, slow and deep in contrast to the small, desperate thrusts into Whizzer’s fist, where he’s taken both of them in his hand.
He moves his head away briefly, and his chest burns and swells as Whizzer’s tips towards him, chasing the heat of his lips. He swallows, and between pants he asks “Are you...” Whizzer nods vigorously.
Marvin peppers kisses to Whizzer’s jaw, who lets out short, staggered sighs that sound electric through Marvin's ears and all the way through his body. “You’re prepared?” He asks him, his voice tender. He's always softer in these moments, finding no motivation to act snide with this man in his arms, this man reduced to pleading moans and desperate desire all for him. All for him.
“Yeah.” Whizzer moans as Marvin squeezes his hips. “Yeah, I am. Hurry.”
Marvin nods and helps Whizzer lift on to his knees above where he’s straddling Marvin’s hips, and inhales sharply at the cool air that touches the sensitive, burning skin at his crotch. He rips open a condom and slides it on.
He leans back once more with his elbows on the mattress. His breath comes fast and heavy as Whizzer slowly sinks down, his eyes clenched shut and his whines increasing in both pitch and volume as he inches down further. Marvin stares in awe.
Once Whizzer is comfortable, he slowly begins rolling his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. His sighs grow louder, groaning as Whizzer begins to move with him.
Marvin reaches for Whizzer’s knees, urging him down further. He feels his dick twitch as Whizzer moans and slowly relaxes around him. He moves faster, inching his hands up Whizzer’s thighs and moving back upwards to bring their bodies even closer together.
Whizzer sinks his whole weight down, and Marvin shouts, sitting up fully and grasping at Whizzer’s back to pull him closer, closer, closer together.
Marvin knows he's found his sweet spot when Whizzer releases a shocked moan, jaw falling slack as he wraps his arms around Marvin's shoulders. “Marvin,” Whizzer breathes. “You’re not that old. Faster.” Marvin nods and complies, thrusting repeatedly as he follows the warmth of Whizzer wrapped around him.
He moves to find Whizzer’s mouth and, with his teeth, pulls down on Whizzer’s bottom lip. He cries out, “Marvin, shit, I-” He’s cut off by a moan as Marvin hits his prostate once more, his heat clenching around Marvin's throbbing flesh, and fuck, he can feel the heat building up relentlessly in his core.
Marvin moves faster, and his moans are louder, his kisses sloppier as he thrusts harder and Whizzer moans, Marvin crafting his cries to sound even louder and sharper.
Marvin's breath catches as Whizzer lets out a long, melodic whine, Marvin using his hips to thrust in even further. “Marvin, keep going,” he moans again, pushing down and clenching his knees around Marvin's hips as his nails dig into Marvin's shoulder blades. Marvin complies, and thrusts faster as the pressure in his groin builds.
Whizzer cries out again, head falling into Marvin’s shoulder as he begins to shake. He stills, his hips pulsating as he’s finishing, and Marvin can't take it, sinking his teeth into Whizzer's shoulder as he clenches and unclenches around him repeatedly before he follows Whizzer's climax in suit.
Marvin kisses the nape of Whizzer’s neck as they catch their breath. For a while, they sit, neither of them wanting to move.
“Marv. We gotta go if we don't want to be too late to the party.”
Marvin lets out a passive groan of acknowledgement but makes no motion to get up.
“Marvin.” Whizzer sits up. “Let's get cleaned. I might have to do your eyeliner again if it got all fucked up.” He cups Marvin's chin and meets his gaze, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before shuffling down the bed and getting up, a slight tremor in his knees as he walks to the bathroom.
Marvin cleans himself up and walks over to where Whizzer is standing in front of the mirror and fixing his hair. Marvin wraps his arms around his waist from behind and breaths in the smell of sweat and floral cologne and leather and Whizzer.
He wants to say something. To somehow convey how Whizzer makes him feel. So alive, so tangible, so mortal, so physical. He like to think he knows his way around words, but he doesn't now. It's so much, now.
“You’re a vain prick.” He says. What he feels bleeds into his tone.
Whizzer scoffs. “You look hot in those pants. If you’d dress to even an eighth of this standard, you'd finally look like a good fuck.”
Marvin kisses his cheek. “You always know what to say to make me feel loved.” He knows Whizzer understands.