Pairing: MarcoAce
Prompt: "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk."
Rating: M for mature content
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Marco was at his brother's house, promising to stop in for dinner and to catch up with them all, four others showing up. Since it was only brothers, Ace had stayed home and was most likely busying with a movie as Marco never stayed long anyways. Though, he got in depth with Vista about a few things and hadn't realize too much until his phone ringed and he excused himself for a moment.
"I know, I won't be too much longer." Marco starts out before hearing a deep breath through the phone.
"Even if I mention of getting my dress dirty?" The mentioning has Marco tilting a bit away and stepping out of the living room where his brothers linger.
"What are you up to, love?" The question lingers, controlling himself, but he can hear the low groan.
"The movie ended… it was fully of action and explosions…" A soft moan follows and Marco swallows thickly as he knew what those kind of movies do. It was sort of a thing, like how Marco gets hyped up with westerners–which gets him teased but he couldn't help it, plus Ace doesn't complain as it brings along more appealing things his way.
"Choice underneath, yoi?" Marco asks without being loud or obvious on any dirty talk he was doing in case he was overheard.
"What do you mean choice?" The cheeky reply is enough for Marco to take in a steady breath as that meant Ace is stark with only his dress on that he likes to lounge in. "I had to lift up the skirt, can't ruin it too early." The remark has Marco lean to the wall with a low growl leaving him into the phone.
"Don't dirty it, my fire. You know what happens to that pretty ass of yours when you do." The response he receives is a moan with shaky breaths following, and Marco knows the other is touching himself. "Where are those fingers venturing, love?"
"Mhh, where do you think?" The sharp question has Marco raise a brow while smirking as he wants to play that way.
"Get those fingers to your nipples, through the clothes, yoi." A short whine comes from his lover and he smirks as he starts hearing low groans. "Good, when I get off the phone with you, I expect you to keep that hand away and not ruin your dress. Do you understand, my fire?" The voice dips low in demand and gains a shuddering of moans.
"Y-yes… fuck, Marco… you need to come home now… I want you to fuck me so hard until I can't walk." The words make blue eyes flicker to the wall with a grin showing of pure lust at hearing the plea from his lover.
"Don't worry, we have no plans this weekend except for me to pound you into the bed and then pampering you afterwards." Marco starts and gains soft groans of desire, having him continue. "Right, Ace? Would you like that, yoi? My hands skimming that perfect body? Fingers lining along the pretty bruises I will put on those gorgeous thighs? Massage through your silky hair after I pulled them to get you to make your body arch so perfectly…" Whimpers are slipping with shifting, breathy moans coming out shaky through the phone and Marco knew the other had to be rutting into the air by now. "Maidens, your body is probably all flushed and looking beautiful along your skin."
"M-Marco! Home, please! Co-come home!" Hearing the pleas grow from his praises has him smiling more as he shifts away from the wall, composing himself with a shift of his pants and shirt that was luckily a t-shirt, unlike his usual button up that he would tuck in.
"I'm on my way, my fire. Make sure to listen to what I said, no touching there." The last dip Marco gives gains stuttered moans with soft whining and he can almost barely hear the following reply.
"Marco," it's a soft whimper and Marco smirks as he moves to go back into the room.
"See you soon, love."
