Arlen gave a soft whine at the reoccurring nickname, genuinely wondering if Carson knew the effect he had on him. He was beginning to think that it would never go away, either, no matter how long they were together. Fleeting touches that left him wanting so much more, looks that made him weak in the knees. The way he could say some things so casually, as if he hadn't just turned his boyfriend into a tomato. Practically everything romantic he did left Arlen with butterflies in his stomach. …And admittedly, on occasion, other places as well.
Carson squeezed Arlen's hips lightly, slipping his thumbs under his shirt to rub circles into his hip bones. It was one of the few movements that kept Carson sane during times like this even though he knew it made Arlen anything but. And hey, just because he didn't do physical contact as much didn't mean he didn't know just how to drive his boyfriend crazy.
Arlen welcomed the contact, this time able to keep from making any noises. He broke the kiss, instead planting soft kisses along Carson's jaw and down his neck. Panting, he took a moment to regain his breath. "Maybe I should break your washing machine more often," he chuckled, biting down lightly on Carson's lower neck near his shoulder, tempted to leave a mark. He elected to leave that for another time though. Whether that time would occur in five minutes or a few days, he hadn't decided yet.
"Please don't, it's already on the verge of being unfixable." He chuckled with a roll of his eyes, his breath hitching when Arlen bit down. "Not…there, you know my neck's sensitive." He breathed, melting into his touch.
Arlen grinned. "That's the point," he murmured, continuing to trail kisses and gentle bites along his neck. After a moment of deliberation and a near evil grin up at Carson, he bit slightly harder. Then he shifted down, pressing his lips to hot skin. He pulled back after a moment to admire the fresh hickey on his neck before chuckling and going right back to it.
"You're evil, you know that?" He huffed through staggered breath, his mind going blank at the feeling of Arlen's lips and teeth on his neck. He slid his hands further up under Arlen's shirt, feeling his warm skin under his fingers and exploring the body he already knew so well.
"I could stop if you'd prefer," Arlen quipped, looking up at him with a knowing smile. He sighed happily as Carson's hands slid further up his chest, leaning into the touch. He left one more mark on Carson's neck before, having regained his breath, he leaned back up and reconnected their lips.
Carson was about to retort but the words melted in his mouth, his hands moving down to quickly wrap Arlen's legs around his waist so he could pin him closer to his chest before moving his hands back up his boyfriend's body.
Arlen's heart raced at the sudden step up in intensity but he quickly went along with it. Twining his hands back into Carson's hair, he eagerly pressed himself flush to his boyfriend's body. He was torn between pulling back to get shirts off, and staying just like this for as long as possible- while getting Carson shirtless would be absolutely amazing, he definitely didn't want to move away enough to do it right now.
(This is completely off topic but I really love your writing style. Okay that's all, moving on)
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Carson, begrudgingly, pulled back with a slight chuckle and an amused smirk. "I can almost hear the debate in your head. And as much as I love making you think, you get no more kisses until you make your choice." Was he teasing just to prove that he could? Yes. Did he care? Not at all.
(aaaaah tysm!! I get kinda self-conscious about it sometimes so that's really nice to hear lol. You're a super awesome writer too!)
Arlen huffed, giving Carson's hair a small tug in playful exasperation. It seemed like the decision had been made for him. "I just wanted your shirt off, but didn't want to stop to do it. Since you've so graciously given me time though-" He ran his hands down from Carson's shoulders to his hips, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it over his head.
(Thank you!!)
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Carson took a small step back to give Arlen room to pull his shirt off, shuddering as the cold air attacked his now exposed skin. "Well, two can play at that game." He narrowed his eyes playfully as he slid his hands down to tug Arlen's shirt off too.
He tossed Carson's shirt onto the dryer next to them, looking him up and down with a teasing whistle. He trailed his hands over the newly exposed skin, half-tempted to continue leaving marks all along his shoulders, his chest, his stomach… His gaze followed his train of thought, slipping further down than he'd care to admit.
Carson rolled his eyes with a slightly flustered smile, snapping his fingers in his face. "My eyes are up here, sunshine. It's been almost a year, I thought you'd remember that by now."
Arlen quickly pulled his gaze back up to meet Carson's eyes. "I- er-" He'd indulged himself in the moment, but he hadn't expected Carson to notice. It was hardly the first time, but it was just as embarrassing. "…Just kiss me."
"Don't have to tell me twice." He chuckled and pulled Arlen back into his lips, slightly harder than he'd been kissing him before although that was mostly out of need and the slowly growing burning desire.
Arlen made a soft, satisfied throaty noise, letting his hands continue to wander over Carson's shoulders, down his back, over his sides; practically everywhere he could reach. His legs quickly wrapped back around him tightly as well, pulling him closer.
Carson let his hands wander Arlen's body, absorbing all the warmth that he let off as he could. It was one of the biggest reasons why Carson called him sunshine, because his body reminded him of fire. Fire and ice. Although that may have just been because of his constant coldness.
Arlen once again arched into the touch, shivering and wanting Carson impossibly closer. His brain was slowly filling with fog, not that he minded much. He didn't really have plans for today, so time-wise, he had plenty. He couldn't recall if Carson had plans, but he doubted it since they were just lounging around today.
Carson moved his lips down, slowly trailing down his jaw to Arlen's neck, burying his face in the junction between his neck and shoulder to nibble at his skin and warm his face.
Arlen buried one hand in Carson's hair, laying the other on his shoulder as he exhaled shakily and tilted his head to the side to give more space. He gazed downward and watched Carson's movements with a loving, lidded gaze.
Carson lost himself in his work, showing as much love as he knew Arlen deserved in his kisses and bites. He scattered marks across his neck and collarbone. He always loved giving hickeys, mostly because it was usually the biggest sign of physical affection he would give before losing his mind.
He wondered vaguely how he'd cover those marks up later, but the majority of his thoughts about them were just excitement that he'd be able to look in the mirror later and admire Carson's work. He'd figure out how to hide them when the problem arose. Until then, he was content to make his soft whining noises while Carson left marks wherever he pleased.
He leaned harder into Arlen, gripping his hips tightly to keep him still. His breath was starting to come short, his desire taking over his mind before his logic could regulate it.
Arlen was trying not to seem too lewd, but he could only do so much with Carson pressed this close, panting as he left hickeys down his neck. And shirtless. His thoughts were running wild.
