"Are we really gonna do this in public?" Marco x Sabo please? requested by anon
warnings/tags exhibitionism, dirty talk
Sabo's hands clutch at Marco's biceps, his unsteady breaths echoing in Marco's ear, and he pushes himself forward again, grinding against Marco's thigh and biting into Marco's shoulder to cover his moans. They're still far to close to the bar for Sabo to let any noise escape him, but the fact that they're close to the pub is making it harder than normal to stay quiet, a fact that Marco both appreciates and dislikes. It certainly makes it harder to stay hidden, but he loves to hear how breathy Sabo's voice gets when he begs.
"Are we really going to- do this in public?" Sabo asks, his hands tightening around Marco's arms, and Marco kisses beneath his ear, laying affection along the side of his neck and feeling Sabo heave in air like he's starving for it.
"Do you not want to?"
A startled laugh bursts from Sabo's lips, and he quickly bites down on it, some sort of whine building in the back of his throat. "You really don't have to ask me that."
"I like to check, yoi."
"Then, yeah," Sabo says, voice curving with the tiniest touch of gravel. "Yeah, I want to."
Marco's lips curve into a smirk, and Sabo shivers. "Where anyone could catch us?" he says, and Sabo's shiver turns into a full-blown tremble, "Where anyone could come and see you moaning, braced against the wall and your pants around your ankles? Cock leaking precum 'cause I need to hear you beg before I let you get off?"
Sabo's strangled mewl is enough of an answer, and Marco snickers, kissing Sabo's throat and using one hand to unbutton Sabo's shirt and the other to explore his ass, gripping the tight muscle in one hand and using it to pull Sabo closer.
Something wet meets the tips of his fingers, however, and Marco moves from Sabo's throat - ignoring his whimper - to look at him, sliding his hand slower down Sabo's ass. "What's this, Sabo?" he asks, the easily identifiable slick of lube helping him slide one finger into Sabo's ass, and Sabo gasps and arches forwards, his eyes screwing shut. "When'd you do this? Before we got here? After? Did you want me to take you out back? Is that why you were trying to rile me up all night?"
Or maybe Sabo falling against him all night, his hands against Marco's pectorals to steady himself, or his constantly shifting spot in Marco's lap, was more for his riled up benefit than Marco's own. Marco coaxes another finger into Sabo's already loose body, curving them and making Sabo cry out before Marco manages to seal it with a kiss. "Hm, Sabo?"
"I- was-" Sabo tilts his head back, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath, "wanted you. You were busy and I- wanted- you- but then you said we were going and I wasn't ready-"
Marco cocks his finger again, and Sabo lets out a choked noise, barely biting his lip to hold it back.
"Naughty," he says, unable to stop his grin, and Sabo glares at him, obviously unimpressed.
"Says the pervert who- ah- bought me a microskirt this trip."
Marco ignores him with the ease of long practice, humming thoughtfully as he pushes another finger into Sabo and makes him whine. "Maybe I should make you wait, instead. Serve you right for trying to trick me into what you wanted."
"Don't you dare," hisses Sabo, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as he rocks himself back on Marco's fingers, as though Marco will actually act on his words, and Marco grins.
"Sure, sure," he says nonchalantly, blinking slow and languid, but the smirk pulling up his lips is anything but. "Although, didn't I say I needed to hear you beg?"
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