SO UHM
*BREAKS DOWN THE DOOR*
APPARENTLY THE SECOND I POST SMUT YALL JUST SPAM THE VIEW COUNT
y'all are just thirsty aren't you
but don't worry I'm in the exact same boat, k, have fun
Mari is loud.
Mike thinks that's something they've both established already, but it isn't until he's woken up by louder-than-average chiming that he realizes how much noise Mari can make.
Well, first off, he's definitely a lot closer than he was prior to bedtime, and he's got the pillow locked into his arms and is completely warmer than normal, all while softly groaning into the duvet and making little gyrates with his hips.
...Whatever's going on in his head this time must be good, because he's never seen Mari so undone just by sleeping alone. It's kinda cute.
But either way, Mike knows he's not going to get any sleep if he leaves him like this, no matter how adorable it is, so he reaches over and caresses his face, smoothing his cheek with his thumb, and it's just enough to rouse Mari up.
"Hey," he says, maybe a tad smugly. His voice is gruffer when he first wakes up and Marionette definitely notices; a flustered look comes across his face. "You need some help?"
"I-I'm sorry," he starts, completely embarrassed, "did I wake you up?"
"That's not what I'm asking," Mike replies, slowly, and under his breath as one arm snakes around Mari's waist to drag him closer. At this distance he can see all the little inflections in Mari's movements, and feel the slowly dying heat on his face.
Before he knows it he's pressing soft little kisses at the point where Mari's shoulder meets his neck, and Mari tenses for a moment before clinging to him, quiet chimes emitting from his chest.
"Do you," there goes a kiss against his neck, "want some," another one his cheek, and then one last kiss that captures both his lips and his full attention before Mike finishes with, "help?"
"Yes—mmmm," Mari's oh-so rudely interrupted when Mike coaxes a string from his back and pulls it slowly, and it takes all of Mari's self control to stop him from taking him then and in there.
"Yes what?" Mike asks, punctuating his question with a sharp tug.
It takes Marionette a second, mostly because he's still trying to reel himself in and ignore the budding pleasure that's starting to blind him, stemming from the strings at his back and the kisses on his neck and just the sound of Mike's voice—
"Yes...yes, please," Marionette finally replies. Mike smirks and picks up where he left off.
They don't even last till morning.
so, uh, yeah, lonecloud is totally sure that Mike is Dom and fights me on this
sorry for the quality, these are Old, and I haven't written one since five hours
SO BASICALLY
honestly, if you have questions, head over the authors note for the Testing, Testing, One Two Three one, yea
tune in next week where chippen still doesn't get her shit together