this might be the little voices in my head but Marc takes to being blindfolded so well,,
“You can’t see? No peeking.” Vale asks, a hot tease curling smugly around his voice as Marc settles back into the pillows.
Marc hums an affirmative, stretching out his body and enjoying the way Vale’s expensive sheets glide against his skin. He’s hard already, a low level arousal that sits heavy with anticipation in the bottom part of his gut, and he cups himself idly, then widens his legs a bit, wondering where exactly Vale is in the room.
“No, you’ve got me where you want me, eh?”
“No, not just yet, it is a work in progress, I think.” Vale promises, and Marc hears rustling at his elbow. Vale getting out of his clothes, maybe finding lube. Settling into a plan. It’s fun that he doesn’t know which, it feels like danger, a bit. “And how do you know where I want you, hm?”
“I’d like to think that I have enough experience with you to know what you want from me by now,” Marc responds lightly, to hear the laugh bust out of Vale. His eyelashes catch on the silk of the blindfold, as if to prove his point.
Vale likes a challenge, but they both know that he also likes Marc slightly at his mercy— something Marc only gives him sometimes, when they’re off-track and alone like this. Somewhere he can sink into himself. Let Vale take the wheel in a way where he knows he can grab it back when they’re through.
“Allora, yes, you probably do. You do.” Vale returns without anger, although with him who can really tell, and then all at once Marc there’s a wash of body heat, and a hand under his thigh. The suddenness of it, with the mystery the blindfold imposes, pops him like a bubble, and a sharp arrow of delight and surprise shoots through him. He grins, Vale’s strong thumb digging harder into the slab of his muscle on the curve of his leg.
He enjoys this feeling, and he thinks Vale does too— that Vale could do something unexpected, hold something in the palm of his hand and pull out a magic trick, bend reality just a little bit to his will. Marc revels in the thrill of it as Vale handles his flank, the focus of his attention narrowing down to the keen knife point of pure sensation there.
“How about now?” He gasps, “Have me where you want me?”
“Just about,” Vale says, and Marc feels, and does not see, hot lips settling around the thick weight of his dick.
