#engclsgleich

He was a mess already at this point, from a long evening of pinning and kissing and tugging at clothes to reveal flushed skin. His legs shivered as they came apart under his touch, forceful yet gentle.

His head dug into the pillow under him, lips part to let go a moan, his hand stopping him, muffling his voice. He tried his best to not close his legs - even though the thought of locking his in place like this…so he’d never stop to kiss him there.

A twitch and Jesse’s head was framed in place, the medic glancing down, a spark in his eyes unseen before.

“…be good to me…yes?”

He’d gone slow for Markus’s sake. He loved watching him melt into his touch as he had been. He’d loved every moment, every reaction he got to even the smallest contact. He was gentle as his legs shook. 

His breath slipped out as he heard the other moan. He could feel the tension and planted another tender kiss on the softer skin there as his eyes swung up to meet Markus’s. 

“always, darlin.” 

As far as Jesse was concerned, there was no feeling better than pleasuring his partner. He continued to place kiss after gentle, sweet kiss, moving up slowly. His breath was slow, savoring as the bristles over his chin sweeping over every place he’d been until he came to the crease of his hip. 

(It had been a while since Ray had been ‘recruited’ into Talon, and he’d taken to his role of info-gatherer, assassin and ‘morale’ surprisingly well.

When he saw a familiar medic one day, the young Talon recruit decided to approach and ‘catch up on old times’.)