Bertolt makes a sound of approval low in his throat as he watches Reiner grab and pull at Marco's flesh, painfully aware of what their freckled 'tutor' must be feeling. His best friend-slash-life partner always had a way with his hands, whether it be from a simple back rub to having his ass played with like that. However as much as the taller man would've enjoyed sitting back and watching, he couldn't neglect them (and himself) forever. It took a bit of maneuvering, but sure enough he manages to straddle Reiner's shins. Marco had his lap occupied, but that's one of the nice things about the blond; there was so much of him to cover.
"He's got a nice grip doesn't he, Marco?" Even with Reiner's hand in the way, Bertolt manages to press his lips against the side of Marco's neck while his hands wrap around to rub at his chest through his shirt. Reiner may be an ass man, but he made up for that by being a breast man. Marco wasn't as built as his best friend was, but that's fine with him. He was perfect the way he was.
After a few seconds, he drops his hands down to Marco's waist and squeezes. "I still have bruises right here from the other night when I was in his lap just like you. We could mark you like that," a beat, and then Bertolt presses his chest against his back to get at his ear and whisper, "if you want us to. If you don't, that's okay too. I-It's your first time with a guy, right?"
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Date: 2014-07-27 10:23 pm (UTC)"He's got a nice grip doesn't he, Marco?" Even with Reiner's hand in the way, Bertolt manages to press his lips against the side of Marco's neck while his hands wrap around to rub at his chest through his shirt. Reiner may be an ass man, but he made up for that by being a breast man. Marco wasn't as built as his best friend was, but that's fine with him. He was perfect the way he was.
After a few seconds, he drops his hands down to Marco's waist and squeezes. "I still have bruises right here from the other night when I was in his lap just like you. We could mark you like that," a beat, and then Bertolt presses his chest against his back to get at his ear and whisper, "if you want us to. If you don't, that's okay too. I-It's your first time with a guy, right?"