Dirigo

She hadn't said a word the whole time. Jason had already come once. There was still blood on his tongue from where she'd bitten it, sucking at the cut hungrily before dropping to her knees to shamelessly smear the blood down the length of his cock as she slurped him past her lips, bringing him back to hardness. Jason's chin felt heavy, his mouth hung open, jaw to his chest as he watched her move, full pink lips shiny and slick in a matter of seconds. She hadn't said a word, but she was hardly quiet right now and each gulp made his eyes roll up into his head.

( Showed him for thinking that just 'cause she didn't talk much she'd be real passive. )

Marcus wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten here. What had started as a casual recollection of events that felt like a dream to his human mind, had ended with him on his back in the surgery bay, the door locked behind them. The metal of the operating table was cold on his bare back and he could feel the goose bumps rising on his skin. The day had been long, longer in that John had gotten in another fight with Kate, eventually arriving at Marcus' door looking for a fight as much as he was a fuck. But as usual, they'd ended up oddly tender, careful with each other in a way that Marcus had only ever felt with Allison.

But that was all difficult to focus on when he was lying prone under a bright light. Sneaking in here with Connor had been strange, but appropriate for what they were doing. Marcus took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I wanted you then.

( Fuck, you're going to kill me like this, aren't you? )

Cowritten with worlddescending