Marluxia wasn't sure what he enjoyed more; the physical contact top his naming being moaned over and over- sure, other's had done the same, but never so sincerely. He meande softly with nearly ever movement, his head thrown back.
Vexen was panting, moaning, enjoying Marluxia without even considering the implications of what they were doing. It was an attitude his old self never would have taken, and now there was not a whisper of doubt to deny him the pleasure he didn't know he'd sought for so long. "Ride me," he ordered in a low voice, "As hard as you can."
Marluxia laughed at the ceiling at Vexen's boldness, leaning forward to put his hands on Vexen's stomach to brace himself and do just as he was told, grinding hard and fast.
Vexen found this VERY pleasurable indeed, bucking up and moaning, uncontrollably, gazing up at the man above him. "My God you're beautiful," he whispered
"Oh, I know." Marluxia laughed, breathlessly. He wasn't sure why he was laughing so much. He was enjoying the contact on so may different levels.
."You know I've wanted to do this ever since I saw you?" Vexen asked, thrusting up harder
Marluxia guessed, due to Vexen's memory, that he wasn't referring to the first time he saw him at the bar. He just moaned loudly, feeling his climax start to creep up on him.
Vexen was a step ahead, screaming in pleasure as he came, his body tensing and untensing pleasurably. He wrenched his arms from the sheets and wrapped them tightly around Marluxia.
Marluxia followed shortly after, managing to bite back his own scream of pleasure to only another loud moan against Vexen's shoulder as he let himself be help closely to the blond's body.
Vexen snuggled Marluxia, holding him close. "That was..." he said, unable to come up with a fitting adjective for what they'd just done.
Marluxia hushed him, nestling closer. "You'll ruin it." He said quietly, recovering his breath.
Vexen closed his eyes and rested against Marluxia, giving little kisses on his salty skin. "I guess you'd know," he said.
Marluxia frowned, sitting up a little. "What's that suppose to mean?"
Vexen blinked at the sudden change. Had he said something wrong? "You know me better than I do. You would know what I'd do to ruin things," he said, frowning.
Marluxia seemed to settle again after that, resting his head down on Vexen's chest. "I didn't mean it quite like that. Talking in the afterglow generally ruins it, no matter who says what."
Vexen stroked Marluxia's fragrant pink hair. "You seemed upset when I said that," he observed.
"Don't worry about it." Marluxia said quietly. He had gotten upset because he thought that, just maybe, Vexen was taking a dig at his profession, but of course he wasn't. He couldn't even remember what Marluxia did for a living.
Vexen cupped his hand and stroked Marluxia's cheek with the back of his hand. "Don't let me hurt you," he murmured.
"Oh, I won't." Marluxia smiled, kissing Vexen quickly. "Don't you worry about that."
Vexen kissed back, satisfied. "Good," he said. He was so simple-minded.
"Yes, good." Marluxia smiled a little further, before sitting up. It was almost morning now, he realised as he glanced at his bedside clock. "Hm. Shower and breakfast time, I think."
Vexen nodded. "Let's shower together to conserve water," he suggested.
"Or just so you can stare at my ass some more." Marluxia grinned, clambering off the bed. He scooped up his towel from the night before, and slipped out of the room.
"You noticed that?" Vexen asked, smiling. He didn't think he was very discreet anyway.
"I always know when someone is looking at me." replied Marluxia as he flicked on the shower, stepping into the water despite it still being chilly.
Vexen followed. "You must find it difficult to keep track," he said. "You're... gorgeous."
"So you keep saying." Marluxia smiled, sighing as the water warmed against his skin.
Vexen nodded. "It's true," he insisted, wrapping his arms around Marluxia from behind.
Marluxia leant back against Vexen, shrugging. "I'm just me. I've always looked like this. Well, asides from my hair."
Vexen stroked aforementioned hair, letting his own blond strands fall forward onto Marluxia's shouders as he clung to Marluxia. Marluxia sighed softly, simply enjoying the closeness of the blond. He bought a hand up to fiddle with Vexen's hair.
Vexen smiled. "My hair isn't as interesting as yours," he said softly. "I don't know how I've lived with it for so long. It's so long and cumbersome."
"My hair was an accident," Marluxia laughed, turning in Vexen's arms to kiss the tip of his nose. "Your hair is lovely, you just have to take better care of it."
Vexen reached for the conditioner and poured a liberal amount into his hair.
"Hey! That stuffs expensive." Marluxia laughed, snatching the bottle off of Vexen. "Let me." He scraped some of the shampoo out of Vexen's hair and started massaging it through his long hair. "Less is more, Vex."
Vexen nodded. "Less is more," he repeated.
"And after this, I'm gonna trim your hair. You've got split ends." Marluxia said with a stern nod, pulling Vexen further into the water to rinse out his hair.
"Alright," murmured Vexen. He'd let Marluxia take care of him any way he wanted.
Marluxia smiled to himself- he liked taking care of people- stepping Vexen out of the water again to run the next product through his hair.
"What's this?" Vexen asked curiously, enjoying Marluxia's touch
"It's a deep moisturizing conditioner. Helps with split ends, makes hair softer and more managable..." Marluxia said. "I couldn't live with out it."
Vexen smiled. "So that's why your hair looks so good. You pamper yourself."
"It's not pampering, I have to use this stuff." Marluxia pouted, rinsing Vexen's hair again. "Straightening and blowdrying my hair makes it icky otherwise."
Vexen smiled. "You're pampering me right now," he murmured, totally at peace.
"Well, get used to it." Marluxia said as he finished Vexen's hair, gesturing for him to step out of the shower. Now that he'd started, he wanted to continue working on Vexen's hair.
Vexen obeyed, following Marluxia and trusting him to know what was best for his hair
Marluxia wrapped a towel around his waist, and then did the same for Vexen before he led the blond down to his bedroom and sat him down at his dresser. Marluxia quickly found some scissors and a comb, and started brushing out Vexen's hair.
Vexen sat still, being a good "patient" for Marluxia to work his hair magic on. "It seems like we're quite close," he noted.
Marluxia gave a puzzled smile. "Well, yeah." He said as he combed Vexen's hair from his face and sorted out his bangs from the body of his hair. "Where'd that come from?"
"I felt like it needed to be pointed out," said Vexen. "You're very kind to me."
"I do my best." Marluxia said with a nonchalant shrug. He picked up his scissors and with a hand that was rather confident, started to trim away the damaged tips of Vexen's hair, making sure that the bangs were just a bit shorter than the rest.
Vexen was pleased at the outcome. "It looks great," he said. "Thank you, Marluxia."
"Now you just need some highlights." Marluxia said with a smile, running his fingers through Vexen's hair and ruffling it just a little.
Vexen nodded happily. "I'll have to come to you to touch them up, of course," he said.
"I don't trust me with hairdye." Marluxia tugged gently at his own hair to make his point.
Vexen smiled. "I like your hair pink," he said. "It's unique. It's you."
"And also a complete mistake." Marluxia said, resting his chin lightly on the top of Vexen's head. "So unless you want green highlights, I suggest you go to a real hair dressers."
"Hmm, there's an idea," said Vexen pensively. "The highlights would match my eyes..."
"No way." Marluxia said, leaning to nip the top of Vexen's ear before wandering over to his closet.
Vexen squeaked at being nipped, but said, "I trust you."
"You shouldn't." Marluxia grinned, picking out some jeans and tugging them on.
"Why not? I don't know any better," Vexen reminded Marluxia.
Marluxia just grinned a little more, pulling on a close fitting shirt and grabbing his comb off of the dresser, carefully picking through his knots with it.
Vexen watched Marluxia get dressed. He looked almost as good in clothes as he did out of them, and Vexen informed Marluxia of this fact.
"Mind outta the gutter." Marluxia chided. "Now come on, I'll make some form of breakfast."