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“Mark what the fuck-“ Falcon didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Mark was climbing on him. He was used to this. Used to Mark's weight on him. But now? With Mark’s bony knee making hard contact with his thighs, it was not like the previous entanglements they usually shared. His hand coming out to brace on his shoulder and Falcon buckled under the awkward shift of Mark’s weight.
“I wanna order, babe.” Mark responded, shooting Falcon a grin, leaning in real quick to kiss him before pulling away and pushing off Falcon’s lap to stick his head out the window.
Falcon melted, he hated how quickly and easily Mark could reduce him to mush; a puddle of goo on the floor from a single kiss from the parrot. He relaxed, his head coming down to rest against the perfect curve of Mark’s beautiful ass. His hand coming up subconsciously to wrap against it, keeping him in place so he wouldn’t fall out of the window. His finger brushing against the exposed edges of Mark’s tail; he could definitely think of a few other places he would rather have Mark’s ass against.
But this would do.
For now.