His face goes soft and his breath changes and he's so so relaxed. 

(His posture is not at all dissimilar to Raine's, when Lev saw her being tied up.) 

"You're like me."

His eyes flutter closed and he ducks his head. "How so," and his voice is dreamy-soft. 

"You're broken too."

The idea of Lev being broken feels wrong but articulating that in a way that won't make Lev feel worse would be difficult at the best of times and his mind feels like it's moving through molasses. 

"Yeah," he says, and kisses Lev. 

Lev keeps pinning him down and kisses him.

He feels like he's melting from the inside out — it's okay Lev has him he doesn't have to fight anymore — he smiles up into Lev's mouth and lets his thighs spread apart.

Lev's hips are grinding against Marlo's hips-- it's so nice, it's so good, why did he ever decide to stop doing this--

The contact is so good, the weight of Lev on him is so good, the pressure is so good, he could stay in this moment half-floating and half-melted forever and that would be good. 

It occurs to Lev that it would feel even better if there were fewer pants.

Lev is so right. 

Marlo's breath hitches and he makes tiny little breathy sounds when Lev touches him. 

What if less pants and also more hands. 

Yes. Less pants and more hands. It's been much much too long since he got to touch Lev and he still very much enjoys doing it. 

He tries to say "I love you" while still kissing Marlo. It comes out as "mmmrmmph."

Marlo gets the intent anyway. 

Eventually his breath hitches and he accidentally bites Marlo's lip and he finishes.

Lev biting him is —

he gasps and his fingers tighten on Lev's sides and his hips stutter and he comes over his stomach and then goes still. 

Lev can bite him again!

He makes a soft broken ah sound and tilts his head back and clings. 

That is a really nice noise. Marlo should keep making that noise.

If Lev keeps holding him down and biting him he will absolutely — do that — 

He's hard again. 

Lev has already had sex twice today and is capable of resisting. 

"We should probably not just have sex all night."

"Probably," he agrees; his voice is a little shaky. 

Lev bites his shoulder.

He's shuddering, his breath uneven, his hands clinging to Lev's shoulders —