[ Dab, dab, dab goes the cloth in JL's hand, against his eyebrow (ouch) and his lip (fuck) and Marcel stands still against him, pressing back against the man's front - for the feeling of warmth and wet smoothness, his skin slipping up the shaft of Marcel's cock. Better be a fucking promise. He's getting needy here, yeah...

While working on his split bottom lip, JL tilts his head to the side for a moment, looking from the swelling of his mouth to his eyes while leaning in and Marcel's already ten steps ahead, knows what's coming, because they read each other like fucking books, that is - if Marcel were a big reader, though he's not. But JL he knows how to read, right? He reads him to the fucking letter and as such, he's already parted his lips a bit in fucking welcome. JL's presence and proximity like this, this close, their lips pressed together and the wound near the corner of his mouth smarting like all hell, but Marcel ignores it easily, grunting into the kiss as JL flicks his fucking tongue along the slope of it, sensing how he's taking some of the blood, some of the dirt and the shit, taking it away, and he's getting so hard at the thought alone that he has to shift from one foot to the other in an attempt not to just rub himself all over the other man's stomach. There's the taste of copper, blood, some clotting still left, sticking to his tongue as he pushes back, meeting JL halfway as is their habit.

They've got their middle ground. Theirs. Together. Co-rulers that they are gonna be eventually, fuck.

Tightening his hold around the back of JL's neck, he pulls him closer, deepening the kiss, although it's all more of an urging movement than a forceful one. You don't fucking force JL to come, to give, you wait like a good fucking boy and maybe you'll get lucky that he wants to. Such are the workings between them, always, especially naked against each other. Marcel could force him any day, no problem, the miracle is how he doesn't. Doesn't want to either. His other hand comes up, presses against the ridge of the other man's right hipbone, thumb digging in harshly, feeling him out. ]