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[marcelloandtyler]

Levi's confirmation was all he needed was to slam into him. He pulled him back against himself as he pushed forward, his hips meeting him halfway. Marcello knew he would last for just minutes at most. It flowed through him, an instant building in his groin with each thrust. His legs were weak, but he managed to stay upright. He wasn't even aware of the sounds he was making, as he whined and cried out Levi's name over and over.

With a few snaps, he felt himself tipping over the edge. His body trembled from head to toe and he couldn't hold on anymore. He came hard and folded over on top of Levi, whimpering and laughing at once.

"Oh my god... I'm.... I'm so sorry. I can't-- move," he breathed.

Levi's whole body was buzzing, every part of him overwhelmed with the way pleasure pulsed through him. He gasped and writhed, trying to hold himself together as he finished coming. It didn't take long before Marcello was on his feet, lifting him.

He laughed a little at the action, breathless as he did so, every part of him feeling completely overwhelmed.

As he put him down and then pushed into him, he cried out, groaning at the sensation. "Fuck," he managed to croak out, nodding his head in response to his question.

[marcelloandtyler]

Stupid human brains.

I will but only because I want you to, too.

True enough. My brother had a great experience in high school, but you know. He's the exception.

I suppose that's something to look into.

What other shows do you watch?

-Marcello

Yeah. I mean, I think we all resist things. Even or... especially, things that are good for us.

Haha, looks like you shot yourself in the foot there. Well, I know you can do it. Be brave. :) Lead by example.

It's alright. I mean, it's high school. Do most people have good experiences in high school? LOL. The people I hung around with were fine. It was mostly the other people that sucked.

Yeah, I don't blame you. I think that would be a nightmare in and of itself. Maybe you need something you can take on and off.

-Levi

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Marcello nearly lost it himself a few times. Watching Levi was hot enough to get him off, he was quite certain. Instead, he focused on giving Levi as much pleasure as he could.

The kiss made him whine. He felt Levi's desperate need for him in that kiss, his tongue pushing into Levi's mouth. He rolled his hips as he felt Levi coming, wanting to draw it out, his body on fire.

As Levi was finished, Marcello gave him a few seconds to steady himself before he slid off the counter and picked Levi up. He walked him the short distance to the bed. He set him on the ground, kissed him quickly and then turned him, bending him over the bed. He gripped himself with one hand and Levi's hip with the other. Without pausing, Marcello thrust into Levi with a grunt.

"Fuck," he gasped. "You-- you good?"

Levi grunted, letting out a small whine as Marcello tightened around him. He gasped out and leaned forward over him, pressing his forehead against his briefly before catching his lips in a feverish kiss. He gripped at his hips, pulling them down tight against his own, crying out at the feel of him around him.

He moved, holding Marcello's gaze, sucking in a breath through his teeth.

"Fuck, fuck, I can't," he muttered, trying to hold himself back. It was no use. He thrust into Marcello a few more times, losing his rhythm, and came hard deep inside of him.

[marcelloandtyler]

Yeah. It does help. I know this. I've experienced it. But I still resist it.

Yeah? Okay. We can do it. I have therapy on Tuesday this week, so looks like I'm first up DX

Oh wow. Yeah. I'm sorry you didn't have a great experience there, then.

Sometimes I'm pretty desperate, though. Not sleeping night after night is really hard.

Me too.

-Marcello

That's true. I guess sometimes you need to talk things out to know where you stand with things. I guess it's easy to talk yourself into believing you're doing something for one reason when it's really for another.

No, that's not stupid at all. You know what? I'll make that deal with you. And if we need to talk to one another about it, we can, but we don't have to.

It was... not my favorite place in the world. I'm definitely glad I don't have to go back.

Oh, I see. Well, yeah, I don't blame you for being nervous if you had a bad reaction before. Even if it was a stronger drug.

I've been thinking I like talking to you from the start.

-Levi

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Marcello cried out as Levi snapped his hips. It felt so good, his body shaking with each thrust. He squeezed his legs tighter, forcing himself to stay there with him, to not get too lost in the pleasure. He watched his boyfriend, his eyes moving over his face.

"You're so-- so goddamn beautiful," he grunted. He squirmed, trying to arch his hips against Levi, willing him to let go.

"Fuck, Levi," he whined. "You feel-- so fucking good."

Levi grunted and then snapped his hips, pushing up into Marcello roughly. He leaned in, pressing a kiss against his neck, whining a little as he moved inside of him.

"Jesus, you always feel so good. How do you always feel so fucking good?" He muttered, shaking his head, taking in a deep breath. "It's fucking perfect, being with you."

He hissed as Marcello tightened his muscles around him, closing his eyes tightly. It was almost too much. He still felt sensitive, his whole body aching with pleasure and a little sting of pain, but he didn't mind. It felt good.

He slammed into him harder, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold on too long, his breathing already ragged as he hammered into him over and over.

[marcelloandtyler]

I guess that gets us back into the idea of talking things through even when it sucks. In therapy, specifically. But I suppose it's a Catch 22. Maybe we should make a deal with each other. Maybe we should both talk about something really hard in our next therapy sessions. We don't have to tell each other what it is, but... maybe it'll help knowing we're both facing something difficult? I don't know. Is that stupid?

Oh gosh. I'm so sorry. That sounds quite horrible. Did you hate it?

To be fair, it was a pretty heavy duty drug not meant for long term use. I could try something more mild, but I'm a bit nervous.

Yeah? I'm glad you think so.

-Marcello

Levi got himself a drink of water, getting changed into his nightwear. He made his way back to the couch, settling in with a blanket, checking the time. Max was still not home yet and he knew he would have to be up until he was. He rarely considered that when he was out though.

He liked talking with Marcello. It wasn't want he'd expected when he went into it, but it felt good. It felt like he could be open with him and he didn't know why that was. There wasn't much judgment, for one, but it just was easy with him. Conversation felt like it came with no problem and he was just so open back.

He wasn't sure what to think about everything they were discussing, it was something he was going to have to think on. But he felt like Marcello kind of saw through him in a way that others didn't.

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No, it's not weird. I think sometimes we try to ignore things we know will cause us pain, especially if the people involved are people that are close to us. Or people we feel like we need.

LOL. No. Thank God. But it was an 'elite' school for rich snobs and it was very competitive. The sabotage around the Ivy Leagues is 100% a thing.

Yeah, the side effects are kind of a shitty thing. It feels like sometimes you have to choose between the symptoms and the side effects.

Thanks, that's sweet of you. I think you are too. It just flows easily with you.

-Levi

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Marcello's eyes widened as Levi pulled him in and was fucking him just seconds later. He cried out, squirming at the sudden sensation. "Oh god!" he moaned.

When Levi told him not to come, he released a soft laugh. "You serious?" he asked, his expression schooling when Levi suggested he fuck him after and he nodded. "Okay. Yeah. Let's do all that," he gasped.

He tightened his legs around Levi, his muscles clenching around him. He knew that Levi likely wouldn't last too long as he was probably still sensitive. "God, Levi," he breathed, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, pressing his forehead to his. "Fuck me hard."

Levi laughed at Marcello's comment, considering it. "How about this," he murmured, shifting in closer to him, pulling his legs around him. He pushed up inside of him after lining up, letting out a loud moan.

He leaned over him, trying to adjust to the feel of him, gasping for air. He whined and then pressed a quick kiss against his lips. "Don't come," he whispered. "I'll take up until completion and then you can fuck me."

He began to move his hips, letting out a low groan, pleasure surging through his body.

[marcelloandtyler]

Marcello tucked his phone away while he got ready for bed. It was interesting, talking to Levi, hearing his perspective on things without Levi really knowing him. It was a bit of a wakeup call, if he was honest. Marcello didn't talk about things with anyone anymore. There were things he didn't tell Nico or his own therapist, but he felt like he could talk to Levi about them.

It took him some time before he had washed his face, brushed and flossed his teeth, and changed. He crawled back into his bed, feeling a little less panicky. Talking about some of the things with Levi and considering what the other had to say, specifically about Jake, was making him think, which he knew could be dangerous. He opened the e-mail as he pulled his blanket up, getting cozy.

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No. It's not your fault. It's mine for not thinking about it enough. I guess it's a little weird that I didn't think about it.

Oh no. Did you send mass texts and e-mails to everyone in your school about super specific bits of gossip?

No. I could get some kind of medication, I suppose. I used to take some anxiety meds that helped a bit, but then they had other side effects over time.

Well, I find you to be a gem in conversation. Maybe it's because it's easier through e-mail, but I don't know that it's entirely that.

I'm glad :)

-Marcello

Sorry. I didn't mean to make you emotional. You just seem like a really good guy with a good heart.

You're joking, but I'm a Gossip Girl. It's so awkward, lol.

Yeah, I can imagine that situation might cause some nightmares. Do you not have anything that can help with sleeping?

Don't worry about it. I spent the first half of our email change complaining about my boyfriend and whining about how hard therapy is. I'm not exactly a gem in terms of conversations, hah.

Absolutely. I feel like talking to you feels real. Like I can just be me and not worry and you give really good feedback.

Okay, cool. No worries. :)

-Levi

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Marcello looked down at where Levi left a mark and he smirked, reaching to touch it himself. "Mm..."

He nodded.

"Yes," he murmured. Then again, "yes..." He smiled, releasing a soft laugh. "I want both. All of it. At the same time." He tilted Levi's chin up and made him stand do their eyes were level again. "With you, I want everything. All the time. So just go for it. Whatever you want."

Levi grunted and then pressed a few kisses along his thigh, looking up at Marcello. He lifted a hand, lightly trailing his thumb over the spot he'd been sucking, taking in his handiwork for a moment.

"You want to?" He asked, licking a stripe along his cock. "Or you want me to fuck you right here?" He asked, raising a brow at him.

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Yeah. Maybe. I just... now this is making me emotional ha... Don't tell me you're a Gossip Girl ;)

Sometimes. Used to be more so. With that situation I mentioned. Some aren't really related to any real thing, specifically.

I guess I just find you easy to talk to and be honest with and it's making me realize that I'm kind of depressing lol

You have?

I'm going to get ready for bed and lay down, I think, but I'll be up for a bit.

-Marcello

I don't think it's a bad thing to care about people. I think you just... maybe need to care about yourself and your needs in the same way?

Haha, yeah, they weren't. Though my school was a little... high end. Snobby? Yeah. :P

Ah, man, that sucks. Are the nightmares because of what's happened? Having anxiety can be the worst.

Don't worry about it, I'm hardly all sunshine and rainbows over here.

You don't have to worry about me. I'm enjoying talking to you too. Way more than I have anyone else lately.

-Levi

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Marcello let himself fully relax, just enjoying the way Levi seemed to worship him. It continuously amazed him how good Levi could make him feel. He released a whine as the other kissed along his body and touched him. When the other spoke, he lifted his head and glanced down at him, chewing his lower lip.

"Mm. I love your body, too," he said, giving him a small smile. "I'm supposed to be fucking you over our bed." He ran his hand through Levi's hair, tugging his wet hair a little, chewing his lower lip.

Levi worked on his cock, sucking him harder, letting out a deep sound at the back of his throat. His whole body hummed with joy, happy to just be close to him, to have this intimacy with him. He pressed his tongue along the underside of his cock, pulling back slowly.

He pressed kisses along his hip, finding a crevice between his hipbone and his stomach, sucking on the skin there. He traced his fingers along his balls and then his cock, trying to leave a hickey on his skin.

"God, I love your body," he muttered.

[marcelloandtyler]

Yeah. That sounds like me.

Haha, I was going to say. What was your high school like if people were ballroom dancing at prom? ;)

No. I agree with you there. Anyway...

I guess it originated from having anxiety? And then the nightmares made it worse. And now it's just that I cannot fall asleep most nights.

Again, I'm a bucket of joy ;) Okay. I'm just enjoying talking to you. But it's okay if you want to stop or go to bed or whatever.

-Marcello

I'm not sure if a pushover is the right term. I think you just prioritize other people, it seems like. Like... what they want? Am I wrong? Like you want them to be happy because you want to keep the peace.

Haha. You never know. Especially in the environment I grew up in. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised. But yeah, it's kind of ridiculous, huh? I'm not really sure I've properly used it. Maybe vaguely at prom, but not really because... no one properly ballroom dances at prom.

I know, but it's just fucked up. No one deserves that.

Oh really? Why's that? Any reason?

Nah, we're good. I appreciate that. It's thoughtful of you.

-Levi

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Marcello cried out as Levi's mouth worked over his nipples. His legs squeezed shut on either side of Levi's waist. "Shit," he groaned. "Levi. I can't breathe."

He laughed, smirking at his boyfriend. He touched his face softly. "You always give me mind-blowing pleasure--" he cut himself off as Levi knelt down and immediately started sucking him.

"Ohhh," he whined, his chest heaving as his fingers curled around the lip of the sink, leaning back a bit to give Levi more room. "Fuck! Yeah. Keep doing that." He closed his eyes and let his mind clear, feeling and thinking about nothing except Levi and how good he felt.

Levi pressed kisses along his neck and down his collarbone, following the trail over the center of his chest. He nipped at each of his nipples, then lightly rolled one of them in his mouth with his tongue as he stroked him. He shifted Marcello, leaning him back, and then lifted his head to look down at him.

"Funny, I was looking to give you mind-blowing pleasure, not kill you," he teased, kneeling down in front of him, taking him into his mouth. He sucked on him, bobbing his head over him a few times to get him worked up. He licked along him, tracing his tongue over the head, then took him in as deeply as he could, moaning as he did so, his hand resting between his legs. He traced over his entrance wit his fingertip as he worked his mouth over him.

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Yeah. I think I'm a pushover.

Being prepared for all circumstances haha. That makes me smile. Imagining a circumstance where someone demands you ballroom dance on command.

It's not entirely about the sex for people like that. Thank you. No. I've got a touch of insomnia, actually.

Okay. Good :) Just wanted to check.

-Marcello

Yeah. I mean, it was kind of a shit move on his part to expect you to just be cool with it. That's a discussion, not a declaration.

Ha. It is kind of. I always thought it was the dumbest thing. Yeah, I can waltz. It's not that hard. I don't know why they bothered. I guess it's this illusion of being prepared for all circumstances? I don't know.

Christ. That's awful. What the fuck. It's not even that hard to get laid, why the hell do people do that, I'll never understand it. I'm sorry. I hope he got life, if that's the case.

Not yet. Are you?

Oh, you're not keeping me up, I'm good. Max hasn't even gotten in yet.

-Levi

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Marcello smirked as Levi set him on the sink, his eyes moving over his face and body, his heart racing. He chewed his lower lip and released a soft whimper, dragging his hands down his shoulders and biceps.

"Fuck," he groaned as Levi grabbed him. He felt himself getting hard almost instantly. He leaned back, hands resting on the counter and slipping a bit from the wetness. "You're going to kill me..."

Levi moaned into Marcello's mouth, lifting him up by his waist, placing him on the counter. He pressed forward, grunting, his tongue sliding along his, his hands moving over his slick skin.

He nipped at his lip, his hand moving between their bodies, taking hold of his cock in his hand, stroking it. He traced his lips along his jaw, nibbling on his earlobe briefly as he fondled him.

"God, I love your body."

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Yeah. I know. That's the hard part. Making it up to me.

No, that's actually kind of cute and funny at the same time. It's like a Victorian era pastime xD Can you do the waltz? Yeah. I think what gets me is that I wasn't the only one. He was a serial rapist. Which usually gets hefty prison time and his sentence was over twenty years, but... things change sometimes.

Are you tired? I have work tomorrow, but not til the later shift. I don't usually go at a specific time. I just don't want to keep you up.

-Marcello

No, it's alright. Talk about it all you want. I'm happy to listen. Or give advice. But it's ultimately up to you what you want to do and if you think it's too much to handle.

Ugh, yeah. My parents made us all learn. It's kind of embarrassing, ha.

Yeah, I can imagine it would stick with you. It must be hard, talking about it and going over it. It's fucked up people think they can do that kind of thing to another person.

It's a good one.

Whenever I want, really. I don't time it out. I just go when I'm tired. You?

-Levi

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Marcello pressed his forehead to Levi's.

"Have me," he murmured. He stepped back as Levi walked forward, moving them out of the shower. Their wet bodies slid together as they walked until his butt hit the sink. He held Levi's face in his hands and kissed him, his tongue slipping into his mouth.

Levi kissed him back slowly, allowing himself to bask in the feel of his lips against his own. They slid together, the water slicking their lips more, and he pressed a hand against Marcello's lower back, keeping him in close.

He took in a breath as their bodies aligned, every part of Marcello feeling so right against himself.

"Hi," he whispered, smiling at him. "Mm, I don't know, but the feeling is mutual. I want you so fucking bad," he murmured. "I know we aren't done showering but, fuck." He reached out, turning off the spray, walking Marcello backwards carefully to the sink counter so he wouldn't have to think about them slipping.