“Shh.” Oliver bites down on the thick of his shoulder, holds for a moment until Marcus relaxes. “Just let me do this for you, love.”

Oliver strokes Marcus’s prick, rolling over the head, using a tight fist just the way he knows Marcus likes it. He takes his time, lingering over the sensation, until Marcus bucks into his touch. Oliver pauses, shifts his hips so he can rut lightly against Marcus’s arse, his prick sliding against the slick mess surrounding the plug.

“Fuck, good….” Marcus pushes back, and Oliver bites back a whimper of his own.

“You’re so good.” Oliver strokes him harder now, lets Marcus move easily. Every shift of Marcus’s hips means Oliver slides against him. He goes faster with his hand, encouraging Marcus to fuck into his grip, slowing only when Marcus groans loudly and spills over his hand.

Marcus rolls over, moves down so that he’s under the blanket, buried while he takes Oliver’s prick into his mouth. He sucks lazily, holds him there like a pacifier. Oliver runs his fingers through Marcus’s hair, idly stroking to the nape of his neck, then his cheek. When Oliver lifts his hips, Marcus strokes with his tongue, and Oliver groans. “This is supposed to be for you,” he reminds Marcus.

Marcus pulls off without emerging from the blankets. “Green,” he says firmly. “And I want to….” His voice trails off, but his fingers are on Oliver’s prick, lightly touching him.

“You just want my dick in your mouth,” Oliver says quietly, and he feels Marcus’s nod against his thigh. “Okay. Can I come?”

“Yeah,” Marcus whispers.

It’s slow and lazy the way Marcus sucks him off, swallowing everything and keeping going until Oliver is soft. Then he just lies there, head on Oliver’s thigh and Oliver’s prick in his mouth, soft and warm. Oliver threads his fingers through Marcus’s hair, massaging lightly, and lets him be warm under the pile of blankets.

“You feel safe?” Oliver asks quietly, and Marcus nods again. And that’s all Oliver needs to hear. Safe, warm, loved. That’s all they need.