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Marvin is in love with Whizzer. That much is clear, at least to him. And with how wonderful things are this time around, he wonders if the “love” he used to feel for Whizzer was really love at all. Maybe in some regard, yes, but either way, it was nothing like this.
The love they have now is sweet and caring. They actually talk to each other, and if one or both is mad, they just say so. Sometimes they might need space to cool off, others they talk things through until things are okay again. No more outbursts, no more drama, no more hate-sex. Or, more accurately, no more sex at all.
Neither is sure what this has stemmed from, be it fear of repeating past mistakes or maybe just the sheer awkwardness of jumping back in after avoiding it for so long (the awkwardness increasing with every day they choose to avoid it). They haven’t even mentioned it in passing, both seemingly on the same page.
Until tonight, that is. They’ve both been making out lazily on the couch for a while as some long-forgotten show plays on the TV. Marvin has grown to love moments like these with Whizzer, where their lips are joined and time slows and speeds up all at once, and the world is just them. He doesn’t remember how they first wound up like this, but he’s pretty sure it had started with a quiet question, an answer, and then they had just dived in. Now, these make-out sessions have become commonplace between them.
“I love you…” Whizzer whispers it against his lips, and Marvin is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest, stomach simultaneously filling with butterflies. They’d started saying that just a few months ago when Marvin had accidentally let it slip. Even though he had turned into a flustered mess and it was much earlier than he’d meant it to be, Whizzer had said it back, and from then on, they’ve been saying it to each other almost daily. If one ever forgets, they kiss to make up for it.
“I love you too.” Marvin smiles brightly, stroking his thumb softly over Whizzer’s cheek. Whizzer flashes him the same giddy smile, and Marvin just melts. He sometimes forgets that Whizzer loves him just as much as he loves Whizzer, and every time he gets even the tiniest confirmation of that, it makes him so impossibly grateful.
They stay connected like that for a long time, only parting once they need to catch their breaths. Seeing Whizzer pant like that always makes Marvin’s mind go down into the gutter, but he never does anything about it… at least, when Whizzer’s around. He’s fully capable of taking care of himself.
But then Whizzer takes things a little further than usual. His pupils are blown, but that isn’t the unusual part; the unusual part is that when Whizzer leans back in, he slowly lowers Marvin down onto his back, pinning him with his weight. He doesn’t do much more than that, but Marvin can’t help the jolt of arousal that tingles down between his legs. He kisses Whizzer back with as much passion as he can muster, trying with all his strength not to get too turned on.
He thinks he’s doing alright, but then Whizzer pulls away with a light flush painted on his cheeks. Marvin blinks his eyes open and follows Whizzer’s gaze down to his crotch, and… he’s hard. Because of course he is. Because why the fuck not. He flushes just as dark as, maybe darker than Whizzer.
“I- um- I didn’t- I wasn’t-“ As Marvin stammers, Whizzer tentatively presses his thigh between both of Marvin’s. He takes a sharp breath, “I- we haven’t- do you want to…?”
“If that’s fine, yeah…” Whizzer seems just as nervous, but also just as wanting. “I don’t wanna push you, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I think we can get it right this time.”
“Um- okay. Yeah. Yeah. Okay.” There’s a few seconds of awkward silence where they both just stare at each other. Marvin clears his throat, “So, um… bedroom?”
“Yeah, that- that’s a good idea.” Whizzer gets up and helps pull Marvin up with him. They kiss again for a moment to ease into it. Although a lot of their kisses bring nerves and butterflies, ones like these have become common and comfortable, relaxing instead of winding up.
Without breaking apart, they slowly walk down the hall to Marvin’s room. He cups Whizzer’s cheek gently with one hand and places the other on his shoulder. Before they go further, in his bedroom doorway, Marvin pulls back.
“Do you- um- you wanna top or bottom?” The question sends a shock through Whizzer’s core, and his eyes widen. He’d figured Marvin would’ve changed by now, but he never once thought Marvin might even consider bottoming. A smirk slowly makes its way onto his face, teasing. He’s falling back into rhythm.
“Marvin… are you suggesting that you want to bottom?” He leans in close just to fluster Marvin further.
“Um- yeah. I mean- it’s fine if I don’t- we don’t have to, obviously—we can just do like usual.” He fidgets with his hands as he speaks.
“Okay.” Whizzer speaks softly, thinking it through, “Have you… done it that way with anyone?” Marvin bottoming is uncharted territory for Whizzer, but he isn’t sure if it’s the same for Marvin. They were apart for two years, so it would make sense for him to have tried it by now.
“No.” He almost seems shy to admit it. “I- um… not with anyone else, exactly- just… myself.” His voice gets quieter as he goes on. Whizzer’s stomach flips at the thought of that; at Marvin touching himself like that. Had he used toys? Maybe just his fingers? Whizzer doesn’t know which sounds hotter, and he can’t resist pouncing on him.
“If you’ll let me, I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” Whizzer practically growls, dragging Marvin to the bed and working on the first buttons of his shirt.
“Please…” That word alone undoes Whizzer completely. He’s never heard Marvin beg, especially not in sex, and the sound goes straight to his cock.
Finally, he gets Marvin’s shirt off, and has to take a moment to step back and just admire him, “You look so beautiful, Marv.”
“Will you just get on with it already?” Marvin tries to hide the way the compliment makes him nervous, looking off to the side. He can feel his face burning.
Whizzer complies and wraps his arms around Marvin’s waist, walking him backwards until they reach the bed so he can sit Marvin down. He parts Marvin’s legs and stands between them to keep them that way. Marvin lies back slightly, propped up on his elbows, waiting expectantly for Whizzer’s next move. From this angle, Marvin’s erection is very prominent, and Whizzer bites his lip, tracing one light finger over the outline teasingly.
“You haven’t lost your touch.” Marvin tries to stay composed, to sound like he’s more confident than he is, but his voice comes out shaky, very nearly breaking off into a moan.
Whizzer tilts his head and smirks, starting to trail his hands over Marvin’s chest, “Yeah? You feel good?” Marvin opens his mouth to respond, but then Whizzer’s fingers brush over his nipples, and he throws his head back with a gasp. They both pause and stare at each other, Marvin shocked by his reaction, Whizzer turned on by it.
“I didn’t- um- I’ve never-“ Before he can formulate an actual sentence, Whizzer gives his nipples an exploratory pinch. Marvin hisses and clenches his fists.
“Sorry. Too much?” Whizzer pulls his hands away, giving him a break.
“No, um- just surprised me, is all.” He looks away, embarrassed and turned on.
“Ah-ah,” Whizzer grips Marvin’s chin and tilts his head so Marvin is looking at him again, “Don’t hide how pretty you are. Not from me.” Much more gently than expected, he leans in to his Marvin again, slowly lowering him so that he’s fully on his back.
Whizzer breaks the kiss to trail his lips along Marvin’s jaw, then down onto his neck. He sucks lightly and gives a few nips, soothing each one over with a lick or a kiss. He trails back up to just under Marvin’s ear and nibbles softly, listening for every hitched breath and sound Marvin might let out. He whispers low, “Can I mark you?”
Marvin’s entire body is basically shaking by this point, mentally not on earth anymore. It takes him a moment to process that he’s been asked a question, and he stammers for a moment before answering, “Just- as long as it’s somewhere I can hide it.”
“Consider it done.” Whizzer moves back down to Marvin’s neck and kisses down to his collarbone before sucking a dark mark. Marvin whimpers, which makes Whizzer’s cock twitch yet again. After several minutes, from his collar and down, Marvin’s chest is littered with several hickeys of variating size and prominence.
Marvin lets out a full moan when Whizzer’s lips close around one of his nipples, his hand coming up to pinch and flick the other one. Whizzer, encouraged by his reaction, sucks gently. He’s in pure awe of Marvin, obsessed with how sensitive he is. It’s just wonderful.
He flicks his tongue up and down and side to side, and swirls small circles around the sensitive bud, fingers rolling the other one around between them. Whizzer thinks about giving him another nip there, but considering how sensitive Marvin is, he decides to spare him, and instead opts to switch sides.
As he does, he slowly starts rocking his hips against Marvin’s, sighing against him at the delicious friction. He hasn’t had sex in so long, and to have Marvin being the one to break his streak, it turns him on even more.
Once Marvin is flushed all the way down to his chest, so hard he can barely think, and getting very clearly impatient, Whizzer finally gets up and strips the both of them the rest of the way down.
“Fuck…” Marvin mutters, staring at Whizzer’s cock, now free from constraint. It’s not like he hasn’t seen him before, but now, with the added knowledge that Whizzer is going to top, he just looks so thick. Marvin can’t help but flush when he imagines how he’ll feel inside him.
Whizzer smirks at that, feeling much more confident with the stroke of his ego, “Like what you see?”
“Shut up.” Marvin laughs nervously and playfully pushes Whizzer’s face away. Whizzer lightly grabs his wrist and presses a kiss to his palm.
“Never. You’re practically drooling for me, baby. Besides, I don’t mind if you ogle me a bit.” He cages Marvin’s head between his hands, elbows pinning down his shoulders. He leans down so they’re pressed chest to chest and kisses him yet again. Marvin moans breathily into it as Whizzer rocks against him, already leaking.
“I- mmh- Whiz-“ he speaks through kisses, “The lube’s in the drawer-“ He gasps out, nodding to it with his head, forcing himself to focus just enough that he can get it out.
Whizzer bites his lip with excitement and quickly reaches over to grab it. He almost drops the bottle in his haste, but Marvin is too horny to notice or care. When Whizzer gets on top of him again, he slides down so his face is right between Marvin’s thighs.
“Can you prop your knees up for me, doll?” Whizzer asks sweetly. The pet name, which Whizzer has never used til now, makes Marvin’s brain short circuit for a moment.
“I- uh- yeah.” Even though he’s answered, he doesn’t quite register that it means he should go ahead and move. He shakes his head once he snaps back into it, “Sorry, right, um- wait, actually- could I, uh… hands and knees?” He’s surprised that he has the confidence to ask, but that’s just one of the angles that’s harder to do when he’s alone, and he really wants to try it.
This time it’s Whizzer’s turn to flush again. He hadn’t expected Marvin to be so bold, but goddamn if it doesn’t turn him on. He nods and backs up to give Marvin space.
Marvin eagerly rolls onto his front and props up on his hands at first, but then realizes his arms will get tired after not too long, so he switches to his elbows before that can even happen. Whizzer’s eyes trail over him hungrily and he runs a hand over Marvin’s ass. Knowing that no one’s ever fucked him before, that he’ll be the first to do this for Marvin, it makes Whizzer shudder in a way he can’t explain.
“How slow should I take this, baby?” Whizzer whispers, still eying Marvin’s ass.
“I’m probably still, uh- well, um- I was- I was doing stuff the other day…” Marvin admits, voice muffled as he buries his face in the pillow to cover his face.
“The other day?” Whizzer keeps his voice more coaxing than teasing, hoping to get Marvin to clarify a bit.
“…Three days ago.” Marvin admits after a moment. Whizzer’s smirk deepens.
“Marv… would that happen to have been when I came over to see you, and you told me your hair was a mess because you’d just taken a nap? Were you really just fucking yourself?” Whizzer gives his ass a squeeze.
Marvin whimpers and nods, leaning into Whizzer’s touch.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He puts on a shit-eating grin.
Marvin groans, “Yes! Yes! I knew you were coming over and I was horny so I got off quickly. Happy?”
“Very.” Whizzer looks very proud of himself for getting the admission out of him, “God, I can’t wait to show you how good it feels.”
“Then show me already. Please.” Marvin whines, arching further in hopes of urging Whizzer on.
“Right, yeah.” He quickly lubes up one finger and circles it around Marvin’s hole for a few seconds before slipping it in. Marvin gives a shaky exhale, already rocking back against Whizzer’s hand, “Fuck, baby, you weren’t kidding. Already loose enough for another finger, aren’t you?” He leans close to Marvin’s ear to whisper.
“Mhm- yeah- please-“ As Marvin is asking, Whizzer squirts more lube and adds a second one. Since Marvin is clearly somewhat accustomed to this, Whizzer starts pumping his fingers in and out.
Marvin grips the pillow and tilts his face so he can watch Whizzer. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are dark, small sounds escaping him with every thrust of Whizzer’s fingers. Once they finally brush over his prostate, Marvin lets out a sound that Whizzer doesn’t think he’s ever heard before. It sends a chill down his spine, making his cock twitch. He can’t wait to get inside the man before him.
He decides to try adding another finger, and thank god he did, because the moan Marvin lets out at that… it’s taking everything Whizzer has not to just fuck him hard and rough, right here, just like this. Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait too long.
“Whizzer- Whizzer, please- I’m good- I’m ready- please- you’ve prepped me enough-“
“Okay, baby, okay, slow down. I hear you. I’ve got you, yeah?” Whizzer lines himself up and leans over Marvin, chest to his back, and wraps both arms around his waist from behind to keep him in place. He softly bites and kisses Marvin’s shoulders and neck as he pushes in, groaning in time with him.
“Oh- oh god-“ Marvin whimpers into the sheets. Whizzer is much larger than he’s used to—and fuck, it’s amazing. It burns just a little, but somehow even that feels good. Because sure, Marvin’s used toys, but mainly just smaller butt plugs—or, more accurately, the only one that he owns.
“You alright, darling?” Whizzer murmurs into his ear, soothing him over with kisses. Marvin is already a mess, and Whizzer is barely halfway in yet. It’s driving him crazy.
“You can’t- you can’t just- can’t just call people that-“ The touch of affection in Whizzer’s tone of voice every time he uses one of those little pet names is something totally unfamiliar to Marvin, but it turns him on so much. He rocks slightly back against Whizzer.
“Call people what? Darling? Baby? Doll?” Whizzer is still slowly pressing in, inch by inch. He squirts a little more lube down there just to be safe before re-securing his arms around Marvin.
“All of it!” Marvin groans out, embarrassed, “You can’t just- not while you’re inside me-“
“What’s the matter? You getting flustered, doll?” Whizzer teases, very nearly all the way in, but he keeps his restraint and doesn’t try to rush it along.
“I- I’m not-” and then he’s cut off when Whizzer’s hips meet his, bottoming out. He gasps, “yes-” his voice comes out strained.
“How’s that feel, baby?” He stays still for a moment just in case Marvin is uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.
“It- it’s good- it’s- full,” Marvin struggles for the words and gives himself a moment to adjust, “You can, ah- you can move…” he suggests tentatively.
Whizzer takes that to heart, and starts rolling his hips gently. He makes sure that for at least the first few moments, his lips never part from Marvin’s skin.
“Oh god, Whizzer- Whizzer- baby-” Marvin gets butterflies from the movement and gives a flustered whimper.
Whizzer chuckles low, though inside, he’s completely giddy, “Yeah? It’s good?”
“Fuck, yes- you- god-” Marvin rocks back against him, meeting his hips at every thrust, “god, it’s so much better than doing it myself…” His eyes close in a blissed out expression.
That spurs Whizzer on, stroking his ego, and he thrusts harder, chasing his high now. He presses the palm of one hand flat against Marvin’s chest, and trails the other down to hold his cock, thumbing at the tip, smearing around the pre-come that Marvin’s started to leak.
Marvin gasps and bucks his hips erratically, forward into Whizzer’s hand, then back onto his cock. It just feels so good. His eyes water and he drools into the pillow.
“That good, huh? Can’t even- Marv- can’t even swallow?” Whizzer murmurs affectionately, almost unable to speak. But he’s determined to drive Marvin crazy.
“I- I- ngh- mhm- mmh- ah- hah-” He tries to hide his face again, but Whizzer’s hand moves from his chest to his chin, forcing him to look over his shoulder. He pulls him into a kiss. Marvin can’t properly kiss him back with all the sounds flowing from his mouth, but Whizzer doesn’t mind; he just drinks down every moan, every whimper, every gasp.
With a loud shout of Whizzer’s name, Marvin spills out onto the sheets. The way he clenches around Whizzer with the aftershocks is enough to send Whizzer over the edge too, spilling inside Marvin, filling him up until it leaks out around the base of his cock.
They stay still like that for a moment, panting and coming down from their shared highs. Whizzer mindlessly runs his hands up and down Marvin’s sides, taking deep breaths and inhaling the scent of his shampoo. Eventually he softens and slips out, making Marvin whimper at the sudden emptiness.
“Sorry, hon.” Whizzer kisses him again and loosens his grip. He backs up to take a look at Marvin’s hole, his come slowly dripping out. Whizzer falters for a moment at the sight. Marvin takes the opportunity to let himself fall to the bed and roll onto his side.
“I love you…” Marvin whispers from his dream-like state.
Whizzer softens at that and opts to lie down behind Marvin, spooning him, “I love you, too.” He gently brushes a few strands of Marvin’s sweat-slicked hair from his forehead, “I can tell you from experience that it isn’t exactly comfy to have someone’s come dry up inside you, so if you’re alright, I suggest we shower.”
Marvin nods, trusting Whizzer completely, “Okay. You’re the expert.”
“Right. So let’s get you up. I’ll help.” He sits up first and comes around to the other side of Marvin to help him up, as promised.
In the shower, Marvin leans against Whizzer the whole time. Most of it is a comfortable silence, but they do speak softly to each other every few minutes.
“Whiz?”
“Yeah?” Whizzer keeps running his fingers through Marvin’s hair, lathering the shampoo.
“Will you stay the night?” Whizzer isn’t technically moved out of his own place yet, but he’s still been staying at Marvin’s almost every night anyway.
“Duh. You really think I’d leave you after that? Not a chance.” He kisses his forehead.
“Okay. Just making sure.”
“Be sure. You’re stuck with me. And I’m gonna cuddle you all night long. You don’t have a choice.” He’s partly joking. Obviously Marvin has a choice, but Whizzer figures he knows Marvin pretty well by now, so he assumes that Marvin will want the night-long cuddles.
“Oh no. Woe is me.” He delivers flatly. Whizzer laughs and kisses him again.
After a moment, he softens and whispers, just making sure, “You’re really okay, though?”
“Yeah. I’m okay.” Marvin answers seriously before turning slightly teasing again, “I mean, my ass is probably gonna hate me tomorrow, but other than that? All good.”
“Sounds like I’m gonna have to pamper you all day, then.” Whizzer actually quite likes the idea.
“Sounds like it.” Marvin agrees without protest.
That night, Whizzer holds Marvin tightly to his chest, eager to keep him feeling safe and loved, until they both fall asleep, both grateful to have opened this door again.