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[. . . yeah, that's definitely one way to knock him down a few pegs, especially since ramping up his interest that much brings him near the realm of overwhelming. he jerks back from the kiss with another sharp gasp, with a few panted breaths of someone trying to catch their breath after running a marathon, fingers curling lightly against Joker's chest underneath his shirt]

Christ—

[he mutters, but it's not an expression of frustration, not judging by the approval that continues to buzz on his end of the link. anyway, he's been knocked off guard for a bit, which gives Joker a good chance to take over the lead]

Edited 2019-05-29 13:08 (UTC)

[and he doesn't waste any time seizing the moment, moving to roll them so he's back over Mars, letting his leg press between Mars' for some nice friction. he's immediately moving to bite at his neck, up near his ear and clearly grinning while his hands work to get stupid seinen hero outfit Mars is likely wearing off]

Try again...

[wrong name to be saying in this moment, and Joker has no plans of stopping if Mars doesn't say so.]

[oh my god. just— laughs, short and staccato, as his head lolls back against the pillow to give Joker better access to his neck, eyes shut tight. it's difficult to see the way his cheeks flush deep scarlet in the darkness, but he is definitely red from his ears to his collarbone. especially when Joker's knee moves like that, holy hell]

I'm not— invoking the name of a f-fucking demon in bed.

[he mutters somewhat breathlessly, and he is absolutely not telling Joker to stop. fortunately he is just wearing pants and a jacket and some knee-high boots today, not a skintight jumpsuit, so hey. that makes things slightly easier? what doesn’t make them easier is the way his own hands suddenly dart to the hem of Joker's shirt, curling into its fabric and pulling and tugging like he's trying to be the one to undress the other first. Mars isn't passive, could never be passive, not even while pinned against the bed like this, but that probably isn't surprising]

[the comment pulls a laugh from Joker and he allows for Mars to get his shirt off first, not even fussed and just resuming marking up his double's neck once shirt is off and over his head]

Since when am I a fucking demon?

[just. so full of amused fondness and affection and ugh, it's a joke but in fact, Joker is so ready to be called a demon in bed.]

[welp. there goes the shirt, thrown across the room, as Mars arches his back against the mattress and glides his palms seekingly across newly exposed skin. they might be the same person— k. . . kind of. . .— but their bodies are different enough, and Mars is more than happy to explore as many of those differences as he can with wandering fingertips]

[. . . Joker's commentary gets a dry snort from Mars, followed by a pleased, encouraging noise. the pleasure continues on his end of the bond, buzzing like electricity, still laced with that sense of competition that has yet to ebb]

I think the technical term is. . . The Devil? Or something?

[he yanks scoldingly on Joker's hair, just enough to be slightly painful]

Don't sound so gods damned smug.

[it is a bit painful, drawing a hiss from Joker at the same time that sharp grin just seems to take permenant residence on his face. as much as it does actually hurt, though, there's excitement, desire and lust strong in answer to the challenges and pleasure

shirtless, Joker's got a fair few scars but the most noticeable are still the circular surgical scar around his left shoulder's joint and the branding on his lower back that are large enough to feel]

Hnn... don't complain when you're clearly into it.

[and his own fingers are digging in against Mar's skin at his sides, nails light but pointed]

Never said it was the smugness I'm into. . .

[definitely, absolutely lingering on the branding scar at the base of Joker's back, both because it’s close to the hem of his pants (hmmm, he'd like for those to be gone now) and because it's a pattern his fingertips can trace]

And if it's just gonna make you more smug, I'm not telling you what I am into.

[which seems counterproductive when. . . you know. this??? but Mars is contrary in everything he does, so uh]

Assuming I can't figure it out for myself.

[and, in fact, he's drawing back and making pointed biting kisses down along Mars's neck and collar, toward his chest.

sure makes touching that branding (which has Joker shiver at the odd sensation of scarred skin being touched) just a little more difficult but also: very clear where his intent lays since his own hands are making quick work of Mars' own pants button and fly]

[oh jesus]

[. . . see, this is where Mars gets stuck, 'cause half of him is very interested in where this is going. but the other half wanted to be the one to knock Joker senseless first?? conflict!!]

[not enough to get him to stop Joker from shifting downward, though. there's even a small spike of eager anticipation on his end of the bond, one he swallows down thickly as his head flops against the pillows again. jesus. finally.]

I'm a pretty fucking tough nut to crack. . . you know.

[carding one hand through Joker's hair as he says that, voice low, gravely, like it's full of smoke]

I take pride in being hard mode.

[. . .]

. . . hehe. Hard mode.

[GET IT??? how sexy Mars]

Edited 2019-06-03 20:45 (UTC)

[... you're such a nerd. he's going to award that terrible pun with nudging that eagerness back up from where it was pushed aside--DID YOU THINK HE MISSED THAT?]

Mm, you really are.

[and his lips are moving against Mars's stomach as he continues]

But don't worry. I got all night.

[and you fool, you let abilities happen. it's gonna be a fun night.]

[THAT IS]

[CHEATING]

[???]

[it's not really cheating. Mars did invite this, but even so. he feels like it's cheating!! his heart thrums loudly in his chest as he yanks at Joker's hair again, insistent and almost demanding]

Just shut up and put your money where your mouth is.

[and that is demanding]

[well, that's just going to earn Mars a nice smile and then...]

[well.

that can just stay between the two of them because haha fuck audience, anyway.

either way, Joker sure is going to make good on his promise this night. hope Mars is ready for everything being a little overwhelming.]

[and then it's time for curling up with double and cuddling in exhausted tireds.]

[FUCK THE AUDIENCE ANYWAY!!!]

[. . . anyway, it is a little overwhelming, but Mars does his best. . .! just hope that Joker is ready for him to curl up a bit with a pillow pressed over his head because oh my god he's kind of embarrassed]

[just]

[kind of]

[kind of!1]

[he doesn't say anything yet, just lies there with his face pressed into a pillow as he makes a couple of satisfied purring noises that are also. . . kind of embarrassing. . .]

[he can be embarrassed all he wants so long as Joker can spoon and nuzzle him. because tired and spent Joker is drowsy cuddly Joker.]

[. . . cuddling is good. . . Mars is learning he really likes cuddling. . .]

[presses himself a little closer to Joker while numbing something muffled and unintelligible against the pillow]

[that's just gonna earn him some lazy kisses on the back of his neck near his shoulder because it's what's in reach and Mars is very cute like this.]

[. . . that feels nice. . . a small, content sigh escapes Mars's lips as he finally pulls the pillow away from his face so he can speak and, you know. be understood]

. . . told ya I was way better than "not bad."

[oh my god]

[... l-laughs, quiet but actually pretty delighted]

I guess I'll reevaluate.

You'd better.

[HMPH!!]

. . .

Can I stay here tonight?

[things Mars is not thinking about: tomorrow's walk of shame]

Mm... you'll have to fight me to get out of bed.

[you are now his personal body warmth heater and he is cozy and comfy and about to drop off to sleep so like. deadweight for you.]

[. . .]

Well, that just makes me wanna get out of bed.

[Mars says bluntly. CONTRARIANISM STRIKES AGAIN]

[bites his neck with a mumbled growl noise

no, his.

stay put.]

[sucks in a sharp, pleased noise]

[. . .]

[STARTS SQUIRMING JUST TO BE A BRAT]

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