why are you so nervous? don't tell me it's your first time. ~ marco x sabo pleeeeease? :3 requested by anon

the title is a pun on the word 'chuffed' don't miss it thnx

warnings/tags handcuffs/bondage


"Why are you so nervous?" Marco asks when he leans back to watch Sabo gasp, and Sabo shifts on his bed sheets, shirt rucked up by his ribs. "You can't tell me it's your first time, pretty boy like you."

"First time with you," Sabo points out, and licks his red lips, the handcuffs around his wrists clinking when he pulls. "And first time with these. It's a bit understandable that a Revolutionary isn't going to like being in cuffs."

"Even with my promise to return the favour?"

Sabo grins and Marco can't help but lean down to kiss him again, his hand along the scarred muscle of Sabo's side, palm spanning his ribs and tracing closer to his nipples. Sabo whines into Marco's mouth, his body arching off the bed and his eyes screwed shut.

"That's definitely-" Sabo pants when Marco pulls away, "what's getting me through this."

"And here I just thought it was the promise of more kisses, yoi."

"No, it's the thought of making you cry."

"Better return the favour, then."

Sabo's grin is sharp; challenging. It makes an answering thrill roar to life in Marco's blood, and when Sabo says, "Just try it," Marco doesn't bother holding back.