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[mcferrin]

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[mcferrin]

[ henry likes the way marcus kisses him to start out. sweet. soft. it reminds him that despite everything else happening, that has ever happened, he can still be a dumb teenager with a stupid crush on a boy he likes. something that he never really thought would happen. or that he was even capable of. it makes him smile against marcus's mouth as he laughs. henry can feel the shadow of his nervousness and kisses him again. either like he can ease it away by doing so, or like he just likes the taste.

he knows he shouldn't, because it's petty and selfish and things just work different here and his competitive need to draw comparisons between everything around him is what people like least about him. but one of the things henry likes about spending time with marcus, whatever he's doing with marcus, is that he's one of the few people not also involved with at least one of his friends or several people in the city he can't fucking stand. that he knows of. not that henry would have a problem with that. truly. but in the meantime it makes him feel…

it makes him feel like he discovered marcus on his own. this beautiful, smart, passionate, guy who manages to see him like no one else has, and henry wants to keep him. he doesn't want it to be complicated, he wants to keep him so badly it drives him a little bit insane. he wants to be worth keeping. he'll be able to form the words to explain eventually, when he's not to singularly focused on his current goal.

henry does end up in his lap when marcus pulls him forward, which wasn't in his initial plan, but he can't help himself. grinding down against him as marcus rocks his hips up, henry gasps softly into his mouth. he slides his hands up marcus's sides and chest until he can pull off his other shirt off too. tosses it somewhere behind the chair.

leaning back and sitting up, henry unbuttons his own shirt. he lets marcus see him, but he's not patient enough to tease or make a show of it. ]

Whatever you want.

[ he's already breathless when he speaks, but he's almost never meant a sentence more than he means that one right now. as soon as he's done with his shirt, he starts sliding onto his knees. ]