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Steven is utterly distracted.
The Moon Knight suit does Marc absolute justice. The chest plate over his already large chest, the material tight around his thick thighs, the gold belt taut around his waist, the cape resting flat over his broad shoulders, shoulders that are emphasized with shoulder plates, thick gauntlets over his forearms, and the eyes. Cold. Unfeeling.
Gloved fingers snap in front of his face.
He blinks. “Hm?”
Marc tilts his head and shifts his weight, the cape swaying. Steven glances down at the curve of his hip. “You missed all of it?”
“No.” Steven crosses his arms and lifts his chin. “You said something about… meeting up at Penryn Ave tomorrow to disband a… um…”
Marc patiently taps his elbow, heavy arms crossed.
His arms are very nice. A generous curve of his shoulder, followed by another curve of his bicep under the linen straps, and Steven wonders, can he unwind each one? Pull the straps between his teeth one by one to expose more and more—
“...ven, Steven.”
He blinks again. “Child predators.”
“What?”
“To meet up… at… to hurt predators.”
They stare at each other.
Marc snorts and covers his mouth with his fist.
Steven scowls. “It’s not funny!”
“It’s adorable. Besides…”
Marc stalks forward, ethereal eyes blazing and Steven finds himself flat against a brick wall. Marc’s hands land on either side of his head, and he leans close enough for Steven to smell his cologne through the robes. “No one said it isn’t mutual, Steven. Every time you put on that tight little suit I want to rip it right off.”
Steven takes in a shaky breath. “We’ve got time.”
Marc lets out a low sound and presses closer—
Focus, worms.
Marc slumps against him with a begrudging sigh, his forehead landing on Steven’s shoulder. No damn privacy.
He wraps an arm around Marc and snaps at Khonshu’s lanky, decrepit form, lounged on the rooftop above them, “We’re busy!”
“Yeah,” Jake snaps, appearing next to Khonshu. His arms are crossed. Steven glances at them, then meets his ivory eyes again. The white offsets the rest of the black and gold suit. “Without me, huh?”
You three are not out here to have sex, you are out here to serve me. Now hurry up. A thief is escaping three blocks away.
Steven and Marc pull apart. Marc straightens his jacket and tie, pats his chest with both hands, and Steven knows he’s smiling as he turns and sprints away with his cape snapping behind him.
Jake sprints after Marc, leaping across rooftops, a streak of black and gold.
Steven takes one last calming breath, then races to catch up with them.