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That flushed look from Joshua remained in his mind's eye, as Marcelo's tongue then mouth set to work. He could feel the shift in Joshua's posture, and could guess from the sound of the gambler's breaths - as well as those hands combing through his hair - that the other had arched up. The needy pull on dark curls sent a thrill fizzing through Marcelo's nerves, leaving a heated shiver in the pit of his stomach which only tautened his desire further.

Lashes fluttered subtly at Joshua's answering moan, before they opened to meet his favorite green eyes. Saints' mercy, just the way the other man sounded stoked half a dozen urges, not to mention what was said. Marcelo knew how true every word was. He could hear it in that roughened timbre, see it on that handsome earnest face. He could feel it in the drag of blunt nails over his scalp, his own eyes wavering shut for an indulgent moment at the sensation. He was Joshua's, not only because he was wanted (in a far better sense than any bounty), but because he wanted to be had.

The pause only lasted a breath or two, but when it was broken by Joshua's whispered offer in return, a well of emotions flooded Marcelo's chest. 'I'm yours.' Mine. So many years had been spent starving for things no food could ease, fed on enough fleeting crumbs to remind him of the ache. What little he had left, and what little he was given, were all treasured with a voracity terrified of their loss. To be granted Joshua, eagerly and on equal standing... Together or not at all. It's you and me.

Tenderness suffused Marcelo's gaze, while his mouth sank down to the base of Joshua's cock. His stare only diverted when he could feel the strain of maintaining it. Thumbs rubbing gentle circles against saddle-worn inner thighs, he swallowed once before groaning low again. Tempted as he was to stay like that for a while, Marcelo instead started a luxuriously slow rhythm, taking the entire length each time. Repeatedly, his mouth lingered at the head - teasing the slit, dragging his tongue over the tip, or kissing flushed skin with parted lips. Things he personally enjoyed when on the recieving end, and ones he hoped Joshua would like just as much.

Marcelo rode out that brief squirm of Joshua's hips, treasuring the gasp that came with it. He wanted to nuzzle and kiss and nip at the other man's thighs until they looked saddle-burned. Maybe next time. Hopefully at least one of many next times.

He did glimpse what looked like the threat of tears in green eyes - or, was that just the moonlight? - but didn't remark on it. Marcelo simply took it for what it was, or at least what he liked to think of it as: a little show of trust, the deep and sincere kind too often dangerous for men like them. But it wasn't dangerous here, between each other, now or ever. He wouldn't allow it to be.

Instead, Marcelo focused on Joshua's sounds and touches. The fingers raking through his hair dragged just firm enough to close his eyes for a single, savoring blink. His head angled as knuckles skimmed down to his neck - and it was Marcelo's turn for a soft gasp, against that tempting length, at the graze over the tender mark Joshua gave him earlier.

Every urgent word from Joshua slid hot and sweet through Marcelo's veins to curl a bit tighter in his groin. Just imagining tonight ending with an array of loving bites and scratches across his body from mouth and hands, undeniable proof of how much Joshua wanted him... Madre Dios. For now, the sheer need behind that throaty groan of his name drew an end to Marcelo's teasing.

"Anything you want, güerito, it's all yours." Half a moment's pause, to gather nerve for his emphasis. "...I am." Swiping his tongue broadly over the flushed head of Joshua's cock, Marcelo let it drag down the underside as he slowly took each inch into his mouth. His eyes were closed at first while he let slip a quiet low hum, lost in the sensation, but then lashes parted for his dark gaze to flick up toward Joshua's face.

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Marcelo rode out that brief squirm of Joshua's hips, treasuring the gasp that came with it. He wanted to nuzzle and kiss and nip at the other man's thighs until they looked saddle-burned. Maybe next time. Hopefully at least one of many next times.

He did glimpse what looked like the threat of tears in green eyes - or, was that just the moonlight? - but didn't remark on it. Marcelo simply took it for what it was, or at least what he liked to think of it as: a little show of trust, the deep and sincere kind too often dangerous for men like them. But it wasn't dangerous here, between each other, now or ever. He wouldn't allow it to be.

Instead, Marcelo focused on Joshua's sounds and touches. The fingers raking through his hair dragged just firm enough to close his eyes for a single, savoring blink. His head angled as knuckles skimmed down to his neck - and it was Marcelo's turn for a soft gasp, against that tempting length, at the graze over the tender mark Joshua gave him earlier.

Every urgent word from Joshua slid hot and sweet through Marcelo's veins to curl a bit tighter in his groin. Just imagining tonight ending with an array of loving bites and scratches across his body from mouth and hands, undeniable proof of how much Joshua wanted him... Madre Dios. For now, the sheer need behind that throaty groan of his name drew an end to Marcelo's teasing.

"Anything you want, güerito, it's all yours." Half a moment's pause, to gather nerve for his emphasis. "...I am." Swiping his tongue broadly over the flushed head of Joshua's cock, Marcelo let it drag down the underside as he slowly took each inch into his mouth. His eyes were closed at first while he let slip a quiet low hum, lost in the sensation, but then lashes parted for his dark gaze to flick up toward Joshua's face.

Glances showed him Joshua's head tipping back, and the way moonlight lined those intoxicating lips. A soft hum was muffled against the other's skin, and Marcelo's eyes closed to navigate by feel in lavishing Joshua at an indulgent pace. Ravenous want burned hot in his veins, but seemed to chew at its own urgency. He craved so much, yet he wanted it to take all night - or at least, as long as they could withstand.

His eyes opened again to glance up, grin brushing near his favorite gambler's navel. Needy desperation suited Joshua's voice, so well that it made Marcelo want to take extra time.

A few more kisses wandered toward the other man's arousal, until Marcelo paused at the tug on his hair. His faintly vocal sigh skated over soft skin and a few pubic curls; his lashes did indeed flutter once more, a smaller smile at the corners of his mouth. Even if it hadn't been intended to make him look, how could Marcelo do otherwise, to bask in the sight of Joshua as much as any touch?

'Never wanted anyone like I want you.' They were on the same page there. Part of what had scared Marcelo into silence about his feelings for Joshua was the idea of a night like this only happening once - or worse, being brushed off as a mistake the next morning. He didn't want to drink his nerves away first, didn't want to wake alone beside an empty pillow, didn't want to keep soothing the ache with cold practicality. He yearned for this, for them, every part and in every way. There's no one he trusted more to watch his back, no one he wanted more to kiss it afterward. He would spit at fate a third time, declare that this one was his, that even gentle death would have to take them both if it wanted either.

For now, it was understanding that added a bit more tenderness to Marcelo's gaze. "Nunca fuiste arruinado, güero," he assured in a whisper. He kissed amid the hair of Joshua's groin, stubble skimming an inner thigh while his hands coaxed the other's legs further apart. Marcelo didn't take long to consider whether to translate. "You are never ruined in my eyes. I'm happy to show that, as many times as you like." Parted lips pressed, almost delicately, to one side of Joshua's length, just below the flushed head. "Can I?"

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Glances showed him Joshua's head tipping back, and the way moonlight lined those intoxicating lips. A soft hum was muffled against the other's skin, and Marcelo's eyes closed to navigate by feel in lavishing Joshua at an indulgent pace. Ravenous want burned hot in his veins, but seemed to chew at its own urgency. He craved so much, yet he wanted it to take all night - or at least, as long as they could withstand.

His eyes opened again to glance up, grin brushing near his favorite gambler's navel. Needy desperation suited Joshua's voice, so well that it made Marcelo want to take extra time.

A few more kisses wandered toward the other man's arousal, until Marcelo paused at the tug on his hair. His faintly vocal sigh skated over soft skin and a few pubic curls; his lashes did indeed flutter once more, a smaller smile at the corners of his mouth. Even if it hadn't been intended to make him look, how could Marcelo do otherwise, to bask in the sight of Joshua as much as any touch?

'Never wanted anyone like I want you.' They were on the same page there. Part of what had scared Marcelo into silence about his feelings for Joshua was the idea of a night like this only happening once - or worse, being brushed off as a mistake the next morning. He didn't want to drink his nerves away first, didn't want to wake alone beside an empty pillow, didn't want to keep soothing the ache with cold practicality. He yearned for this, for them, every part and in every way. There's no one he trusted more to watch his back, no one he wanted more to kiss it afterward. He would spit at fate a third time, declare that this one was his, that even gentle death would have to take them both if it wanted either.

For now, it was understanding that added a bit more tenderness to Marcelo's gaze. "Nunca fuiste arruinado, güero," he assured in a whisper. He kissed amid the hair of Joshua's groin, stubble skimming an inner thigh while his hands coaxed the other's legs further apart. Marcelo didn't take long to consider whether to translate. "You are never ruined in my eyes. I'm happy to show that, as many times as you like." Parted lips pressed, almost delicately, to one side of Joshua's length, just below the flushed head. "Can I?"

Though he'd been so accustomed to being watched by those who wished him harm, Joshua's intent gaze only left Marcelo with soft affection and heated want draping over him like a blanket. It made him want to show off, to huddle in close, to kiss for hours before - or in the midst of - finding whatever position kept them closely entwined. 'That's where I want you to be.' God, even more reason, then.

And yet, Marcelo didn't rush. He wanted to see something, or else hear something (outright or evasive, he'd take either). Anything to know he wasn't and wouldn't be crossing a line. This wasn't a drunken tryst with someone he'd never see again, this was Joshua.

Lashes fluttered and lips parted again when the other man's hand raked into his hair for a small tug. Still, his gaze remained expectant. Marcelo was growing more and more aware that, despite his experience and despite his want for some sign from Joshua... he didn't know what exactly to look for. Was it the pull on his hair, or the lack of being pushed away? Was he the one expected to say something? But what?

Then that tease came, to rein in his racing thoughts. Marcelo grinned, warm and sincere and on the verge of relief. "Maybe I am. And maybe..." A pause, as he gently caught the middle finger of Joshua's wandering hand between his teeth, then kissed the knuckle. "I want to be sure you're ready for me, hermoso." His look softened, heart too cracked open to keep everything light. "...I want you so much, I can barely be patient. And I don't want to ruin this."

Marcelo did lean in further then, to start scattering more indulgent, slightly-open kisses over Joshua's chest and stomach. Some of them did brush or land partway on the other's scars, but he again chose to trust that Joshua would make it clear if those weren't welcome. His eyes remained low-lidded, while he moved slowly to not pull away from the hand in his hair.

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Though he'd been so accustomed to being watched by those who wished him harm, Joshua's intent gaze only left Marcelo with soft affection and heated want draping over him like a blanket. It made him want to show off, to huddle in close, to kiss for hours before - or in the midst of - finding whatever position kept them closely entwined. 'That's where I want you to be.' God, even more reason, then.

And yet, Marcelo didn't rush. He wanted to see something, or else hear something (outright or evasive, he'd take either). Anything to know he wasn't and wouldn't be crossing a line. This wasn't a drunken tryst with someone he'd never see again, this was Joshua.

Lashes fluttered and lips parted again when the other man's hand raked into his hair for a small tug. Still, his gaze remained expectant. Marcelo was growing more and more aware that, despite his experience and despite his want for some sign from Joshua... he didn't know what exactly to look for. Was it the pull on his hair, or the lack of being pushed away? Was he the one expected to say something? But what?

Then that tease came, to rein in his racing thoughts. Marcelo grinned, warm and sincere and on the verge of relief. "Maybe I am. And maybe..." A pause, as he gently caught the middle finger of Joshua's wandering hand between his teeth, then kissed the knuckle. "I want to be sure you're ready for me, hermoso." His look softened, heart too cracked open to keep everything light. "...I want you so much, I can barely be patient. And I don't want to ruin this."

Marcelo did lean in further then, to start scattering more indulgent, slightly-open kisses over Joshua's chest and stomach. Some of them did brush or land partway on the other's scars, but he again chose to trust that Joshua would make it clear if those weren't welcome. His eyes remained low-lidded, while he moved slowly to not pull away from the hand in his hair.

The hand in his hair already had Marcelo's head tilting back a bit, smiling lips subtly parted and half-lidded gaze fixed on Joshua's flushed face. "Good." His eyes fell shut at the kisses along his neck - then his inhale snagged before escaping in a pleased vocal sigh, lashes fluttering, when those teasing teeth caught for long enough to leave a mark near the cord of his necklace. Marcelo answered first with a soft kiss in return to one side of Joshua's head, then with a whisper. "As if I could ever forget you, what you do to me." Another kiss. "As if I would ever want to."

Marcelo already missed that added closeness again as soon as Joshua sat back, but continuing to tease around the waistband of his favorite gambler's trousers helped. That also meant he felt, as well as saw, sudden tension coil up through the man's body while reaching back to shuck off a boot. He didn't have to seek the source for long to guess it was the long scar over Joshua's side. Being healed didn't always mean a wound stopped hurting.

Then Joshua pushed off to lay beside him again. Another wave of the night's subtle chill washed over Marcelo, though that wasn't the main reason he turned on his side toward the other man. Propped up on one elbow, he watched Joshua's face, concerned but holding onto his patience. Marcelo wanted so badly to cover every inch of that scar, and beyond, with kisses and tender touch; he wanted even to just embrace Joshua, or lay a hand on his chest, but had no idea if that'd make things better or worse.

That Joshua then took his hand was encouraging, though he noticed where it was placed didn't involve any more bare skin. Still, Marcelo did chance leaning in for a kiss to one corner of Joshua's mouth. "And I mean it." He sat up and moved between the man's legs to get better leverage, first for that remaining boot and the sock beneath. One hand trailed down Joshua's clothed leg to get there, while Marcelo continued, "I can tell already, in your arms is my favorite place to be." Where else, after all, did he have the chance to just be himself instead of a wanted outlaw?

Fingertips skimmed a bared ankle before dragging up over cloth again, so both hands could hook on Joshua's trousers and underclothes. Marcelo had to sit back on his heels while drawing them down and off, but it was worth the slight awkwardness at the end to be able to drop them aside. Even so, as his touch wandered up Joshua's legs and despite the strong temptation of that naked arousal, he kept an eye on the latter's face, just to make sure he wasn't crossing a sudden line.

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roleplay history

the rules are simple! post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. then tag people to do the same. please repost, don’t reblog!

would like to RP

Ja.yce T.al.is, specifically the Ar.can.e iteration (i don't play LOL because i'm kind to myself) - i just fell so in love with his character and arc over the 2 seasons plus i'm a jayvik/jaymelvik ship ho imeanwhat

Or.phe.us, as depicted in St.ray G.ods - his energy combo of Sad Wet Cat and Openhearted Goober has captivated me, go play the main game and his DLC, both are fantastic

some manner of OC who talks in a shakespearean-esque manner, just because i fuckin love shakespeare tbh - this one's the most nebulous obviously, but i hope i form a clearer idea at some point for 'em

might bring back

T.yr, as depicted in G.od of Wa.r Ra.gna.rok - this one's a big maybe, since i'm pretty sure i got anon hate over deleting his sideblog a while back, but i do love him as a character, it's just kinda difficult to work out crossover verses and such for him y'know?

potentially an FF14 muse, though likely not the party members i had blogs for

have RP'ed

[hooo fuckin boy strap in, i'm gonna put 'em in categories and under a readmore cause the list is CHOMBY; this is gonna include my past AND current muses]

ANIME / ANIMATION

Ba.rna.by Bro.oks Jr., from Ti.ger & B.unn.y [past]

So.ren, from The D.rag.on Pri.nce [past]

Al.exsa.ndr Kal.lus, from St.ar Wa.rs Reb.els

an anime multimuse with muses from T.ig.er & Bu.nny, Bl.ea.ch, etc.

OCs

several OCs in the St.eam Pow.ere.d Gi.raf.fe RP fandom, including C-Sharp and Conall [past]

Lee Bishop, fandomless [past]

The Teaseller, fandomless [past]

Derya Sadik, fandomless [past]

Percy Ralston, a P.ot.C-centered OC [past]

Bolvirk, a Witcherverse-centered OC

Meren, a Witcherverse-centered OC

Kraila, a LO.TR-centered OC

Jun Hidaka, fandomless

Ray Lawson, fandomless

Ramachandra el Ilmater, a B.G3-centered OC

VIDEO GAMES

Ha.nzo Shi.ma.da, from Ov.erw.at.ch [past]

Bars, from Ove.rwat.ch [past]

B.O.B., from O.verw.atch [past]

Ry.uji Sa.kam.oto, from Pe.rson.a 5 [past]

Re.gis, from the Wi.tch.er 3 [past]

Ja.son To.dd, from the Go.tham Kni.ghts game

Ja.ck Ga.rla.nd, from Str.anger of Pa.radi.se

N.il, from the Ho.riz.on games

a Fin.al Fan.tasy 7 Rem.ake trilogy multimuse

Cido.lfus Tel.amon, from Fi.nal Fa.nta.sy 16

G.av, from FF.16

O.tto, from F.F16

Ae.vis, from FF.16

Sir T.yle.r, from F.F16

Da.mmon, from Ba.ldur's G.at.e 3

Ro.lan, from B.G3

Ze.vlor, from BG.3

a Dra.gon Ag.e Ve.ilgu.ard multimuse

Vi.k Ve.ktor, from Cyb.erpu.nk 20.77

Tia.nyou Zh.ao, from Yak.uza 7 & 8

Ar.gen.ti, from Ho.nka.i St.ar Ra.il

An.ton, from Ze.nle.ss Zo.ne Ze.ro

Po.mpe.y, from Zen.le.ss Z.one Zer.o

LIVE ACTION

Han.nib.al Ch.au, from Pac.ific R.im [past]

Per.cy Bla.keney, from The Sc.arl.et Pim.pern.el [past]

Iz.zy Ha.nds, from Our F.lag Me.ans D.ea.th [past]

Vas.quez, from the 2016 Ma.gnif.icent Se.ven

Te.ddy Q, from the 2016 Magn.ific.ent S.eve.n

Hel.lboy, from the 2004 film

Ka.rl Hei.senb.erg, from Re.side.nt Ev.il 8

Lu.is Se.rra, from Res.iden.t E.vil 4 Rem.ake

To.lbe.rt, from the Ne.tflix Wit.cher show

Vala.ndil, from Ri.ngs of P.owe.r

BOOKS

Or.omis, from the In.herit.ance (Eragon) series [past]

Wa.rlock Hol.mes, from the eponymous series

Ha.ldir, from L.OTR

tagged by: the lovely @everythingheard tagging: uhhh whoever wants to tbh!! steal away ❤

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The hand in his hair already had Marcelo's head tilting back a bit, smiling lips subtly parted and half-lidded gaze fixed on Joshua's flushed face. "Good." His eyes fell shut at the kisses along his neck - then his inhale snagged before escaping in a pleased vocal sigh, lashes fluttering, when those teasing teeth caught for long enough to leave a mark near the cord of his necklace. Marcelo answered first with a soft kiss in return to one side of Joshua's head, then with a whisper. "As if I could ever forget you, what you do to me." Another kiss. "As if I would ever want to."

Marcelo already missed that added closeness again as soon as Joshua sat back, but continuing to tease around the waistband of his favorite gambler's trousers helped. That also meant he felt, as well as saw, sudden tension coil up through the man's body while reaching back to shuck off a boot. He didn't have to seek the source for long to guess it was the long scar over Joshua's side. Being healed didn't always mean a wound stopped hurting.

Then Joshua pushed off to lay beside him again. Another wave of the night's subtle chill washed over Marcelo, though that wasn't the main reason he turned on his side toward the other man. Propped up on one elbow, he watched Joshua's face, concerned but holding onto his patience. Marcelo wanted so badly to cover every inch of that scar, and beyond, with kisses and tender touch; he wanted even to just embrace Joshua, or lay a hand on his chest, but had no idea if that'd make things better or worse.

That Joshua then took his hand was encouraging, though he noticed where it was placed didn't involve any more bare skin. Still, Marcelo did chance leaning in for a kiss to one corner of Joshua's mouth. "And I mean it." He sat up and moved between the man's legs to get better leverage, first for that remaining boot and the sock beneath. One hand trailed down Joshua's clothed leg to get there, while Marcelo continued, "I can tell already, in your arms is my favorite place to be." Where else, after all, did he have the chance to just be himself instead of a wanted outlaw?

Fingertips skimmed a bared ankle before dragging up over cloth again, so both hands could hook on Joshua's trousers and underclothes. Marcelo had to sit back on his heels while drawing them down and off, but it was worth the slight awkwardness at the end to be able to drop them aside. Even so, as his touch wandered up Joshua's legs and despite the strong temptation of that naked arousal, he kept an eye on the latter's face, just to make sure he wasn't crossing a sudden line.

That blushing grin made Marcelo's own heart leap against his ribs, how its characteristic enticing flash was softened yet not diminished one bit by a flustered tinge. The way Joshua leaned into his touch with an eager hum left him wanting to pull his favorite gambler close - clothes be damned - into a tender, desperately grinding embrace. Only Joshua's permission, and the way the man smiled while saying it, kept that whim at bay.

Half of his breathy vocal noise, coaxed out by the other's teasing thumb, disappeared into Joshua's mouth. The rest of Marcelo's exhale was an encouraging sigh at the tug of teeth on his lip, and he answered it with a soft peck just before Joshua pulled away. That same lip was then caught between his own teeth, while fingers curled a little more around the sides of Joshua's clothed length. Though it'd been clear in other ways, Marcelo still found it heady as a dark wine how he'd caused that want, how this was so far from drunken stress relief with a handsome face. The last clinging strands of a long-familiar isolation slipped away - sure to return, but not yet. Not when his mind spun with so many desires, he was glad he'd already laid down.

Marcelo grinned as well, while he worked on unfastening Joshua's belt with one hand, having let go of the grass. His other palm, for now, dragged slow along the gambler's arousal. "A show from the 'world's greatest lover'?" he teased gently. "Tempting. But I don't think I can keep my hands off you for that long, güerito." Letting the belt fall open, Marcelo started on the buttons beneath and tugged the waistband lower as soon as there was room to do so. "The ideas I have just from feeling you in my hand..." Another soft, low chuckle escaped, that fond mirth mirrored in his eyes. "Might give up alcohol, just get drunk on you."

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That blushing grin made Marcelo's own heart leap against his ribs, how its characteristic enticing flash was softened yet not diminished one bit by a flustered tinge. The way Joshua leaned into his touch with an eager hum left him wanting to pull his favorite gambler close - clothes be damned - into a tender, desperately grinding embrace. Only Joshua's permission, and the way the man smiled while saying it, kept that whim at bay.

Half of his breathy vocal noise, coaxed out by the other's teasing thumb, disappeared into Joshua's mouth. The rest of Marcelo's exhale was an encouraging sigh at the tug of teeth on his lip, and he answered it with a soft peck just before Joshua pulled away. That same lip was then caught between his own teeth, while fingers curled a little more around the sides of Joshua's clothed length. Though it'd been clear in other ways, Marcelo still found it heady as a dark wine how he'd caused that want, how this was so far from drunken stress relief with a handsome face. The last clinging strands of a long-familiar isolation slipped away - sure to return, but not yet. Not when his mind spun with so many desires, he was glad he'd already laid down.

Marcelo grinned as well, while he worked on unfastening Joshua's belt with one hand, having let go of the grass. His other palm, for now, dragged slow along the gambler's arousal. "A show from the 'world's greatest lover'?" he teased gently. "Tempting. But I don't think I can keep my hands off you for that long, güerito." Letting the belt fall open, Marcelo started on the buttons beneath and tugged the waistband lower as soon as there was room to do so. "The ideas I have just from feeling you in my hand..." Another soft, low chuckle escaped, that fond mirth mirrored in his eyes. "Might give up alcohol, just get drunk on you."

Meeting Joshua's stare, and seeing redness bloom on moonlit cheeks after his trousers were tossed aside, melted Marcelo's curiosity into his arousal and anticipation. Even as his hips lowered to settle in Joshua's hold, his back arched in a shallow curve at the slide of the other's hand over his inner thigh. The latter left a subtle tingling in its wake, warm and pleasant as a campfire in winter. Marcelo wanted to bask in that sensation for as long as he could, as long as Joshua would give him.

Though he watched and felt his favorite gambler's hand inch ever closer to his groin, a breathy vocal noise still jumped from his throat, as if in surprise, when fingertips skimmed down the underside of his length. Absence of any bed partners since long before Chisolm had recruited him, plus such sharper clarity of sensations compared to alcohol-fogged memories, left Marcelo more sensitive than he'd expected. He reached to rest a hand over the one holding his hip. His next breath shivered softly while Joshua's hand stroked with perfect, frustrating slowness over his cock. It was an effort not to squirm or thrust up, his thighs and stomach tensing a few times.

Marcelo's mouth fell open a bit wider with the attention focused on his tip, a more apparent moan escaping at the teases. He wanted more, so much more, wanted to drown in Joshua - but just as ardently, he wanted to take as much time as they could stand. He wanted to pull down all his walls, just for his dearest friend, his lover, whatever they were now; he hoped Joshua would do the same.

That simple, murmured word deepened Marcelo's blush even as it sparked a toothy smirk. His touch trailed up Joshua's arm, while his free hand still clung to the grass. "You should see yourself, hermoso." A needy groan was only partly swallowed back, and this time he did allow himself a roll of hips, just enough for more friction along his length. Spread fingers trailed from Joshua's shoulder down his front, underlining Marcelo's praise. "Can I return the favor?" Blunt nails caught and flicked at Joshua's belt to illustrate what he meant.

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Meeting Joshua's stare, and seeing redness bloom on moonlit cheeks after his trousers were tossed aside, melted Marcelo's curiosity into his arousal and anticipation. Even as his hips lowered to settle in Joshua's hold, his back arched in a shallow curve at the slide of the other's hand over his inner thigh. The latter left a subtle tingling in its wake, warm and pleasant as a campfire in winter. Marcelo wanted to bask in that sensation for as long as he could, as long as Joshua would give him.

Though he watched and felt his favorite gambler's hand inch ever closer to his groin, a breathy vocal noise still jumped from his throat, as if in surprise, when fingertips skimmed down the underside of his length. Absence of any bed partners since long before Chisolm had recruited him, plus such sharper clarity of sensations compared to alcohol-fogged memories, left Marcelo more sensitive than he'd expected. He reached to rest a hand over the one holding his hip. His next breath shivered softly while Joshua's hand stroked with perfect, frustrating slowness over his cock. It was an effort not to squirm or thrust up, his thighs and stomach tensing a few times.

Marcelo's mouth fell open a bit wider with the attention focused on his tip, a more apparent moan escaping at the teases. He wanted more, so much more, wanted to drown in Joshua - but just as ardently, he wanted to take as much time as they could stand. He wanted to pull down all his walls, just for his dearest friend, his lover, whatever they were now; he hoped Joshua would do the same.

That simple, murmured word deepened Marcelo's blush even as it sparked a toothy smirk. His touch trailed up Joshua's arm, while his free hand still clung to the grass. "You should see yourself, hermoso." A needy groan was only partly swallowed back, and this time he did allow himself a roll of hips, just enough for more friction along his length. Spread fingers trailed from Joshua's shoulder down his front, underlining Marcelo's praise. "Can I return the favor?" Blunt nails caught and flicked at Joshua's belt to illustrate what he meant.

He hadn't fully expected the grasp on his shoulders, nor the roll to switch their positions, but Marcelo wasn't about to complain. His legs tipped open a little wider to better welcome Joshua between them; one hand's fingertips trailed a teasing line down the man's lower stomach and tugged lightly at fastenings, while his other hand rested casual atop his own midriff. The entire time, Marcelo couldn't take his eyes off Joshua, or the way the latter looked at him. How he could bask in that look... He didn't think he'd ever wanted a man as badly or with as clear a mind as he did now.

While angling his feet to help remove his boots and socks, Marcelo smiled wider in return. The effort to answer as much as Joshua had understood was sweet - but in a way, he was glad the rest was left unknown. Much as he loved matching Joshua's teases, Marcelo needed to be out of his clothes, to feel those hands on every inch of bared skin. "You already are, guerito," he murmured.

Marcelo took notice of that pause, but only had enough time to wonder at its cause before his silent question was answered. The significance of the other man's shirt being shed wasn't lost on him. He could see the rising moon's light catch on a few scars, just as it did in that soft hair. But they were just extra additions to the man he'd never expected to fall for; Joshua was still Joshua, nothing less.

He slipped easily into mutual distraction as his dearest friend's palms found his chest, lips parting for a soft inhale. The hand he'd rested on his own front met Joshua's arm and trailed gradually upward, while its opposite slid onto the man's side. Head tipping back a little and eyes falling shut at the kisses to his neck, Marcelo's sigh stumbled into an encouraging groan with those tugs to one nipple. The sound dragged out longer, and a bit breathier at the end, petering into a warm laugh then a groan. That subtle friction had his hips rolling, almost squirming, against Joshua's palm.

Marcelo let slip a faint gasp as well. Never had he been less worried over being marked up, nor had he been more eager to be left with reminders of the night. But first, these damn pants. He was glad to feel Joshua taking his underclothes with them. The less time this took, the better. So even before the other man had finished his request, Marcelo was lowering his hands to brace both elbows and raise his hips.

Half-open lashes fluttered with a quiet sigh when all the pressure was pulled away, and comparatively cool air met his cock at last. Marcelo's cheeks nearly matched the flushed tip, and he kept a curious eye on Joshua's reaction.

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He hadn't fully expected the grasp on his shoulders, nor the roll to switch their positions, but Marcelo wasn't about to complain. His legs tipped open a little wider to better welcome Joshua between them; one hand's fingertips trailed a teasing line down the man's lower stomach and tugged lightly at fastenings, while his other hand rested casual atop his own midriff. The entire time, Marcelo couldn't take his eyes off Joshua, or the way the latter looked at him. How he could bask in that look... He didn't think he'd ever wanted a man as badly or with as clear a mind as he did now.

While angling his feet to help remove his boots and socks, Marcelo smiled wider in return. The effort to answer as much as Joshua had understood was sweet - but in a way, he was glad the rest was left unknown. Much as he loved matching Joshua's teases, Marcelo needed to be out of his clothes, to feel those hands on every inch of bared skin. "You already are, guerito," he murmured.

Marcelo took notice of that pause, but only had enough time to wonder at its cause before his silent question was answered. The significance of the other man's shirt being shed wasn't lost on him. He could see the rising moon's light catch on a few scars, just as it did in that soft hair. But they were just extra additions to the man he'd never expected to fall for; Joshua was still Joshua, nothing less.

He slipped easily into mutual distraction as his dearest friend's palms found his chest, lips parting for a soft inhale. The hand he'd rested on his own front met Joshua's arm and trailed gradually upward, while its opposite slid onto the man's side. Head tipping back a little and eyes falling shut at the kisses to his neck, Marcelo's sigh stumbled into an encouraging groan with those tugs to one nipple. The sound dragged out longer, and a bit breathier at the end, petering into a warm laugh then a groan. That subtle friction had his hips rolling, almost squirming, against Joshua's palm.

Marcelo let slip a faint gasp as well. Never had he been less worried over being marked up, nor had he been more eager to be left with reminders of the night. But first, these damn pants. He was glad to feel Joshua taking his underclothes with them. The less time this took, the better. So even before the other man had finished his request, Marcelo was lowering his hands to brace both elbows and raise his hips.

Half-open lashes fluttered with a quiet sigh when all the pressure was pulled away, and comparatively cool air met his cock at last. Marcelo's cheeks nearly matched the flushed tip, and he kept a curious eye on Joshua's reaction.

Marcelo welcomed the return of Joshua's tongue into his mouth, meeting it with his own for an eager, exploring dance. Though he hoped this wouldn't be their only time together, he still wanted to get familiar with as much of his favorite gambler's body and preferences as he could. He wanted to find out what got the strongest reactions, where he could lavish with the most affection so they could both end up a mess.

Those pretty nipples were one such spot, much to Marcelo's delight. He drank in that moan like water in the desert, redoubling his attentions in response and adding occasional affectionate squeezes to Joshua's chest. Already, he could so clearly imagine the loss of their clothing, to feel nothing but naked arousal and wandering hands and fond kisses, with those pretty green eyes fixed on his every movement. Only Joshua had settled this deep into his heart. Only Joshua could make this mean so much more than fun and relief.

And only Joshua could make his given name sound so savored yet so eager. Marcelo answered with a gentle tug of teeth on the other man's lower lip, before pausing long enough to speak, a bit breathlessly. "We need to get these fucking clothes off." Another, too-brief peck of a kiss. "...Please, Joshua. Me volveré loco si no los siento a todos ustedes." He knew as he said it that Joshua wasn't likely to understand every word, but figured his tone and the rest of his urging could carry the feeling behind it.

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Marcelo welcomed the return of Joshua's tongue into his mouth, meeting it with his own for an eager, exploring dance. Though he hoped this wouldn't be their only time together, he still wanted to get familiar with as much of his favorite gambler's body and preferences as he could. He wanted to find out what got the strongest reactions, where he could lavish with the most affection so they could both end up a mess.

Those pretty nipples were one such spot, much to Marcelo's delight. He drank in that moan like water in the desert, redoubling his attentions in response and adding occasional affectionate squeezes to Joshua's chest. Already, he could so clearly imagine the loss of their clothing, to feel nothing but naked arousal and wandering hands and fond kisses, with those pretty green eyes fixed on his every movement. Only Joshua had settled this deep into his heart. Only Joshua could make this mean so much more than fun and relief.

And only Joshua could make his given name sound so savored yet so eager. Marcelo answered with a gentle tug of teeth on the other man's lower lip, before pausing long enough to speak, a bit breathlessly. "We need to get these fucking clothes off." Another, too-brief peck of a kiss. "...Please, Joshua. Me volveré loco si no los siento a todos ustedes." He knew as he said it that Joshua wasn't likely to understand every word, but figured his tone and the rest of his urging could carry the feeling behind it.

Lashes fluttered again when callused hands returned to his waist. Marcelo knew himself, and his desire for Joshua, well enough to tell how much of a needy mess the other man could make of him... and how much he wanted exactly that. He trusted Joshua to see and know all of him, to not use his vulnerability to any malicious advantage.

One palm braced flat on the grass, his other pressing harder to Joshua's chest for a squeeze, while Marcelo's head tipped forward a little and a moan tumbled past parted lips. A second and then a third followed, as he tried to mirror the rolls of his favorite gambler's hips for just a bit more friction against his aching arousal. The idea of repeating it when they were both more exposed shivered hot out from his core, prickling his scalp. Dark eyes slivered open halfway at the question. The only answer Marcelo could manage at present was a lopsided smile, and one more grind of his hips.

His back was arching this time, once Joshua's wandering hand found one nipple. Even the gentle tugs stumbled his breath; the harder ones drew out short, clearer, encouraging sounds. When a spread palm slid onto his rear skin-to-skin, pulling fabric tighter against his confined length, Marcelo wished he could vanish away their clothes with a snap of his fingers. Taking a deeper inhale when Joshua's teasing touch trailed further up, he sighed most of it into his dear friend's mouth after following that tug forward as eagerly as before.

In the meantime, Marcelo adjusted enough to press both his palms to Joshua's front again. Curious if the other was similarly sensitive, his fingers found dusky-pink nipples for gentle swipes and firmer tugs. Much as he wanted to drag his hands down further as well, for now he let his slow rolling grind echo the desire poured into their kiss.

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Lashes fluttered again when callused hands returned to his waist. Marcelo knew himself, and his desire for Joshua, well enough to tell how much of a needy mess the other man could make of him... and how much he wanted exactly that. He trusted Joshua to see and know all of him, to not use his vulnerability to any malicious advantage.

One palm braced flat on the grass, his other pressing harder to Joshua's chest for a squeeze, while Marcelo's head tipped forward a little and a moan tumbled past parted lips. A second and then a third followed, as he tried to mirror the rolls of his favorite gambler's hips for just a bit more friction against his aching arousal. The idea of repeating it when they were both more exposed shivered hot out from his core, prickling his scalp. Dark eyes slivered open halfway at the question. The only answer Marcelo could manage at present was a lopsided smile, and one more grind of his hips.

His back was arching this time, once Joshua's wandering hand found one nipple. Even the gentle tugs stumbled his breath; the harder ones drew out short, clearer, encouraging sounds. When a spread palm slid onto his rear skin-to-skin, pulling fabric tighter against his confined length, Marcelo wished he could vanish away their clothes with a snap of his fingers. Taking a deeper inhale when Joshua's teasing touch trailed further up, he sighed most of it into his dear friend's mouth after following that tug forward as eagerly as before.

In the meantime, Marcelo adjusted enough to press both his palms to Joshua's front again. Curious if the other was similarly sensitive, his fingers found dusky-pink nipples for gentle swipes and firmer tugs. Much as he wanted to drag his hands down further as well, for now he let his slow rolling grind echo the desire poured into their kiss.

That gasp into their kiss nearly drew Marcelo back in on its own, but what he had to say was too important to gloss over. He could feel the stumbling thrum of Joshua's heart beneath his wandering touch, and took comfort that they mirrored each other in that way. When Joshua arched up into his palm, Marcelo didn't think he'd ever seen or felt anything more beautiful. At the same time, he was just as certain it wouldn't be the last time the thought crossed his mind tonight, or in the future.

The intriguing contrast of scars and smooth skin only intensified his urge to trail kisses over every inch he could reach. For now, Marcelo gazed steadily down at Joshua with utter sincerity and heated affection, his other hand curling a little around the palm pressed over his heart. He let a toothy smile back onto his face at that breathy laugh; every sign of Joshua relaxing back into the mood was a welcome one. Biting his lip amid that smile when the other reminded him of his suggestion, Marcelo shifted and rolled his hips just enough to tease in eager response. If they did indulge in it this time, then - aside from the equally-amazing view it would provide - on a more practical level the change in position could make getting the rest of their clothes off a little easier.

Releasing his lower lip when Joshua took hold of his chin, Marcelo followed more than willingly, eyes already closing before their mouths even met. One hand's fingers, meanwhile, only slipped away from Joshua's front for long enough to help with untucking his favorite gambler's shirt. His opposite slid down Joshua's arm, then onto that beautiful chest and stomach as if seeking to memorize the sensation. Marcelo did give chase this time after the kiss parted, but only for a brief, soft peck before Joshua spoke. A pleased, encouraging sound hummed in the back of his throat at the idea of being shown rather than told. "Show me," he echoed to insist, just as quietly intense. "I want to feel how much you want me, guerito. Just like I'll do for you."

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That gasp into their kiss nearly drew Marcelo back in on its own, but what he had to say was too important to gloss over. He could feel the stumbling thrum of Joshua's heart beneath his wandering touch, and took comfort that they mirrored each other in that way. When Joshua arched up into his palm, Marcelo didn't think he'd ever seen or felt anything more beautiful. At the same time, he was just as certain it wouldn't be the last time the thought crossed his mind tonight, or in the future.

The intriguing contrast of scars and smooth skin only intensified his urge to trail kisses over every inch he could reach. For now, Marcelo gazed steadily down at Joshua with utter sincerity and heated affection, his other hand curling a little around the palm pressed over his heart. He let a toothy smile back onto his face at that breathy laugh; every sign of Joshua relaxing back into the mood was a welcome one. Biting his lip amid that smile when the other reminded him of his suggestion, Marcelo shifted and rolled his hips just enough to tease in eager response. If they did indulge in it this time, then - aside from the equally-amazing view it would provide - on a more practical level the change in position could make getting the rest of their clothes off a little easier.

Releasing his lower lip when Joshua took hold of his chin, Marcelo followed more than willingly, eyes already closing before their mouths even met. One hand's fingers, meanwhile, only slipped away from Joshua's front for long enough to help with untucking his favorite gambler's shirt. His opposite slid down Joshua's arm, then onto that beautiful chest and stomach as if seeking to memorize the sensation. Marcelo did give chase this time after the kiss parted, but only for a brief, soft peck before Joshua spoke. A pleased, encouraging sound hummed in the back of his throat at the idea of being shown rather than told. "Show me," he echoed to insist, just as quietly intense. "I want to feel how much you want me, guerito. Just like I'll do for you."

Another lift of both eyebrows in place of a nod and a shift of one shoulder made up Marcelo's answer, despite the brief flutter from his stomach to his chest. They indeed weren't done here yet, but the specific teasing comment on it sparked the thought of some later time and place for their positions to be reversed. He certainly hoped so. The unfastening of his fly by Joshua's hands instead, and how they trailed over his skin afterward, had Marcelo's hips angling forward. A layer of linen still remained beneath his pants, but he could feel tantalizing brushes of warmth through the fabric. Never had he been more grateful for his clothes slipping off easily.

Though Marcelo could feel the heightened thrum of Joshua's heart beneath his palms, his only thought was relief that the other seemed just as excited. Or at least, he'd thought so. The sudden grip on his wrists, the widened green eyes, and that single anxious word cracked his confidence in the moment between them. Marcelo felt abruptly over-aware of his own bare skin. He watched Joshua's face, bemused and trying to keep firm hold of his patience. He didn't want to be the one stripped nude while the other man remained fully clothed; he'd spent years struggling with the idea that wanting this kind of intimacy, and wanting to be on the receiving side sometimes, didn't make him less of a man. Hopefully, someone boasting to be the 'world's greatest lover' wouldn't be that closed-minded.

But then, maybe it was something else entirely. Joshua looked to be half-lost in distressing thoughts, and this strange pause had started with Marcelo's hands on his favorite gambler's chest... Oh. Of course. He wanted to try kissing away whatever thoughts and memories plagued his dearest friend (though, they were something else alongside that now, weren't they?) since, as much as he wished it so, he couldn't take on some of Joshua's injuries from the explosion. Yet, the other managing to speak again kept Marcelo still.

An apology was unexpected, but an appreciated sign of Joshua's sincerity. With his realization, Marcelo understood what was meant by 'before'. He couldn't argue with that - if he'd been any more comfortable or assured in his feelings for Joshua at the time, he might've suggested spending a passionate 'if we die' night together. As it was, they were here now, and Marcelo didn't plan on letting a few scars stop him from showing those feelings. He noticed the other's hands shake as they retreated, and barely held still while Joshua gave permission at last. Yet, the first thing Marcelo did - in the midst of slowly unfastening the gambler's shirt buttons - was lean down for a lingering, tender kiss.

He only pulled back far enough to speak. "Of course I want to. I want everything with you, guerito. Everything you'll give me, and everything I want to give you." In the midst of his assurance, Marcelo finished unbuttoning Joshua's shirt, though it remained tucked in. One spread palm slipped into the opening to wander indulgently over warm fair skin, regardless of scars. His other hand took one of Joshua's, and after Marcelo kissed the center of it, he pressed it flat over his thudding heart.

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Another lift of both eyebrows in place of a nod and a shift of one shoulder made up Marcelo's answer, despite the brief flutter from his stomach to his chest. They indeed weren't done here yet, but the specific teasing comment on it sparked the thought of some later time and place for their positions to be reversed. He certainly hoped so. The unfastening of his fly by Joshua's hands instead, and how they trailed over his skin afterward, had Marcelo's hips angling forward. A layer of linen still remained beneath his pants, but he could feel tantalizing brushes of warmth through the fabric. Never had he been more grateful for his clothes slipping off easily.

Though Marcelo could feel the heightened thrum of Joshua's heart beneath his palms, his only thought was relief that the other seemed just as excited. Or at least, he'd thought so. The sudden grip on his wrists, the widened green eyes, and that single anxious word cracked his confidence in the moment between them. Marcelo felt abruptly over-aware of his own bare skin. He watched Joshua's face, bemused and trying to keep firm hold of his patience. He didn't want to be the one stripped nude while the other man remained fully clothed; he'd spent years struggling with the idea that wanting this kind of intimacy, and wanting to be on the receiving side sometimes, didn't make him less of a man. Hopefully, someone boasting to be the 'world's greatest lover' wouldn't be that closed-minded.

But then, maybe it was something else entirely. Joshua looked to be half-lost in distressing thoughts, and this strange pause had started with Marcelo's hands on his favorite gambler's chest... Oh. Of course. He wanted to try kissing away whatever thoughts and memories plagued his dearest friend (though, they were something else alongside that now, weren't they?) since, as much as he wished it so, he couldn't take on some of Joshua's injuries from the explosion. Yet, the other managing to speak again kept Marcelo still.

An apology was unexpected, but an appreciated sign of Joshua's sincerity. With his realization, Marcelo understood what was meant by 'before'. He couldn't argue with that - if he'd been any more comfortable or assured in his feelings for Joshua at the time, he might've suggested spending a passionate 'if we die' night together. As it was, they were here now, and Marcelo didn't plan on letting a few scars stop him from showing those feelings. He noticed the other's hands shake as they retreated, and barely held still while Joshua gave permission at last. Yet, the first thing Marcelo did - in the midst of slowly unfastening the gambler's shirt buttons - was lean down for a lingering, tender kiss.

He only pulled back far enough to speak. "Of course I want to. I want everything with you, guerito. Everything you'll give me, and everything I want to give you." In the midst of his assurance, Marcelo finished unbuttoning Joshua's shirt, though it remained tucked in. One spread palm slipped into the opening to wander indulgently over warm fair skin, regardless of scars. His other hand took one of Joshua's, and after Marcelo kissed the center of it, he pressed it flat over his thudding heart.

Joshua was a vision beneath him, even fully dressed. If Marcelo was any less determined to feel the warmth of skin against skin, he might've foregone stripping off anything else in favor of just losing themselves in each other. But the thought of seeing more of Joshua bared, and seeing how the gambler's look might change for the better, compelled his hands onward.

Marcelo turned again to unfasten the other spur, trying not to move too much while Joshua unbuttoned his vest. He expected to feel those hands then set to work opening his new shirt (or at least, new compared to the rest of his clothes); as it was untucked, he considered a teasing offer to 'make it easier' by opening the fly of his trousers as well. When instead the buttons of his shirt were ignored in favor of Joshua's hands slipping beneath the fabric, however, all thought of teasing fled Marcelo's mind.

The removed spur's harness dropped from slackened fingers before his palm braced on one booted ankle, back arching a little into the drag of callused hands up his sides. Dark eyes fluttered shut again for a long moment, his own lips parted on a softly vocal breath. God help him, how long had it been since he'd had even this much...? Marcelo's eyes opened partway to meet Joshua's when the latter called his name. He didn't know what might follow, what was being formed in that pause, but he made a conscious decision to hope rather than to worry.

It helped that the pause didn't last long enough for doubt or self-consciousness to creep in. So when Joshua echoed his assertion from earlier, Marcelo's grin was wide, warm, and relaxed despite the eager gleam in his gaze. The sentiment mattered more to him than the language it was said in. "There's nowhere I'd rather have you, Joshua." A beat of feigned consideration as he tipped his head, then added in somewhat lighter sincerity, "...Unless it was you on top of me." Marcelo's own hands reached for his shirt buttons, making rather quick work of them. He shrugged off both shirt and vest in one go, letting them drop aside as well. Only after did he lean forward enough to splay his palms on Joshua's chest, one thumb toying with the first button of the man's vest. "Want me to return the favor?"

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Joshua was a vision beneath him, even fully dressed. If Marcelo was any less determined to feel the warmth of skin against skin, he might've foregone stripping off anything else in favor of just losing themselves in each other. But the thought of seeing more of Joshua bared, and seeing how the gambler's look might change for the better, compelled his hands onward.

Marcelo turned again to unfasten the other spur, trying not to move too much while Joshua unbuttoned his vest. He expected to feel those hands then set to work opening his new shirt (or at least, new compared to the rest of his clothes); as it was untucked, he considered a teasing offer to 'make it easier' by opening the fly of his trousers as well. When instead the buttons of his shirt were ignored in favor of Joshua's hands slipping beneath the fabric, however, all thought of teasing fled Marcelo's mind.

The removed spur's harness dropped from slackened fingers before his palm braced on one booted ankle, back arching a little into the drag of callused hands up his sides. Dark eyes fluttered shut again for a long moment, his own lips parted on a softly vocal breath. God help him, how long had it been since he'd had even this much...? Marcelo's eyes opened partway to meet Joshua's when the latter called his name. He didn't know what might follow, what was being formed in that pause, but he made a conscious decision to hope rather than to worry.

It helped that the pause didn't last long enough for doubt or self-consciousness to creep in. So when Joshua echoed his assertion from earlier, Marcelo's grin was wide, warm, and relaxed despite the eager gleam in his gaze. The sentiment mattered more to him than the language it was said in. "There's nowhere I'd rather have you, Joshua." A beat of feigned consideration as he tipped his head, then added in somewhat lighter sincerity, "...Unless it was you on top of me." Marcelo's own hands reached for his shirt buttons, making rather quick work of them. He shrugged off both shirt and vest in one go, letting them drop aside as well. Only after did he lean forward enough to splay his palms on Joshua's chest, one thumb toying with the first button of the man's vest. "Want me to return the favor?"

At first, the way Joshua described the spurs sounded akin to a cat's bell, and the comparison nearly made Marcelo laugh. That sound tumbled out a tad belatedly, to match the other's huffed amusement. Still, the sentiment which hung behind it, and behind the humored admission of hatred, curled soft around Marcelo's heart. He couldn't recall anyone paying such attention to him as to differentiate the sound of his spurs, not for an actual good reason, at least not in a very long time. Nerves fluttered his pulse again, but with excitement and anticipation more than any anxiety. He was safe here, with Joshua. There was no need to brace for the click of a revolver's hammer, no need to soak his desire in enough alcohol to give them both an easy out come morning. There was only this, only them, that was so much more than enough yet never too much. What was too much, was the amount of clothes remaining between them. He just prayed the other man thought the same.

Marcelo leaned his whole body into the kiss, torn once again between pulling Joshua as close as he could and leaving room for exploring hands. The graze of callused fingers down along his neck to his chest sparked a low, soft, nigh-purring sound in his throat, while his back curved in a shallow arch. He very nearly chased after Joshua's mouth, but the gentle pinch and drag of teeth over his lower lip kept him in place, lashes fluttering in time with the stutter of his inhale.

That subtle, brief tug on his vest as Joshua unfastened its top button stumbled Marcelo's exhale as well, though it elongated into an eager chuckle at the question breathed against his lips. He leaned in further, sliding his palm forward onto Joshua's chest and adjusting his own draped leg, until he was straddling the gambler's waist. "I'll take off as much as you want me to, guerito. You could help." His tone bore certainty and earnestness and desire, but lacked any overt effort of seduction. Marcelo had often let the looseness of a drunken tongue steer him through most past encounters; it had done well for him then, so the best he could do when sober was try to be honest. In the meantime, his free hand reached down to start unbuckling one of his spurs, to pull it off his boot and toss it aside.