[ There is little room outside of this for thought, although Marcus find himself cataloguing all he might wish to do with them later. To do to Julius as he is doing to him, or this again but differently positioned, so they can see one another, so Marcus could reach him; to test the limits of where Petrana's patience and proclivity for getting her way exists, had he more time, room, less of his own growing urgency.
They sink into the background, however. Being between them is incredibly occupying, caught in that friction between wanting to progress to more which progresses to no more, and wanting to stay exactly here for as long as he could stand it.
Petrana insists, and Marcus obliges. If the kiss he gives her muffles some small sound—
Well, what Julius learns is that it is likely they all suffer some from a sense of control, but perhaps that makes it all the more rewarding when he elicits from Marcus these small movements, readjustments of weight and balance on his knees, the twinge and twitch of muscle through his thighs, his back. The fact that the hand planted on the mattress has now curled into a fist. ]
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They sink into the background, however. Being between them is incredibly occupying, caught in that friction between wanting to progress to more which progresses to no more, and wanting to stay exactly here for as long as he could stand it.
Petrana insists, and Marcus obliges. If the kiss he gives her muffles some small sound—
Well, what Julius learns is that it is likely they all suffer some from a sense of control, but perhaps that makes it all the more rewarding when he elicits from Marcus these small movements, readjustments of weight and balance on his knees, the twinge and twitch of muscle through his thighs, his back. The fact that the hand planted on the mattress has now curled into a fist. ]