"Oh no. Not until you beg." and orgasm denial mmm good shit go౦ԁ sHit thats ✓ some good shit right there. mybe mar/sab? requested by anon

tags/warnings: orgasm denial

ships: marsab


He eyes Sabo's back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and regardless of his best intentions finds his hand creeping to his crotch. It'd be so easy to lean forwards and get his hand into his jeans, jerk himself off hard and fast and only grin at Sabo's annoyance, just like Sabo does so often to him;

But Sabo turns just in time to catch him and strides forwards in two quick steps, knocking Marco's arm out of the way with his leg.

"Oh no," he says, grinding his foot down against the hardness in Marco's jeans, and Marco groans, the muscles in his leg tensing. "Not until you beg."

"Get fucked," Marco spits, but leaves his hands to the side, fingers spasaming uselessly.

Sabo grins. "Isn't that what you want?"

"I want you to touch me," he says, and Sabo gives the sigh of the long suffering.

"Marco, that's not begging at all."

Marco bares his teeth in the mockery of a grin, and Sabo pushes his foot against the bulge in Marco's jeans, making his head fall forwards as he gasps. Shit but if those sharp sparks don't ruin him, and Sabo's foot rocks again in an unsteady undulation that has Marco's hands reaching for Sabo's calf before he remembers he's not allowed to touch.

"C'mon Marco," Sabo coaxes, leaning forwards even further, and Marco almost knocks his head on Sabo's kneecap, "can't you let me make you feel good?"

Marco grunts, the sound curving into a whine, and his shoulders fall in hard, sharp pants. "I-" he says breathlessly, hands knotting into fists, "Sabo-"

Sabo makes a curious, probing noise when Marco stops, head tilted back, and ease off the pressure on Marco's crotch, slow and steady and not near enough pressure for Marco to get off, that fucking ass. "Yeeeeees?" he wheedles, blinking innocently, and Marco grits his teeth, breath hissing out on a whine.

"Sabo-"

His eyebrow quirks, smirk sharp, and then leans down to peck Marco on the nose. "Hurry the fuck up," he whispers, "or I'll just leave you until you figure out how to use your tongue properly."

A shudder rolls down Marco's spine, and he grins at Sabo. "You already know that I know how to use my tongue properly, yoi."

"Could always use a refresher," Sabo says, leaning back with a shrug, but then his lips curve. "You're even more obstinate than I am, Marco," he says. "Guess why it's so fun watching you break."

"Same to you."

"Well I'm not the one here, am I?" Sabo asks mildly, punctuating 'here' with a slow roll of his foot, pressing from the heel to the ball of his foot and pushing Marco's cock against the fabric of his boxers and his jeans. Marco's nose twitches as he breathes hard, and Sabo grins at the sight. His hand dips under the waistband of Marco's jeans and fastens tight around his cock, and Marco gasps against Sabo's lips, breath hitching in his throat.

Clever fingers tease far to softly, and Marco strains forwards into his touch, trying to get just that little more-

"Sing, pretty bird," Sabo says, and Marco can't help the sounds that come from his mouth.