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Martyn gestured to the door, opening it with a hint of excitement in his voice as he spoke.
"After you."
"My, what a gentleman." Scott teased, laughing lightly as he strode into the room, Martyn following with a small click as he locked the door.
As soon as he heard the lock, he spun around to face Scott.
"Impatient, are we?-" he was cut off by the feeling of Martyn's lips on his.
He was pushed against the wall; gently done yet capturing just how restless his dear pirate had been.
Martyn bit at his bottom lip, earning him a small gasp from Scott, the perfect opening. He leaned in further, deepening the kiss. Their tongues met, danced in a swirl of red. A crimson shade that stood for only one thing in this deadly game, but perhaps they could add another definition.
They separated; both sides breathless, and neither satisfied just yet (I will never be satisfied ahh), a string of saliva as one of the many results from their endeavor.
Martyn grinned, plenty happy with the look on his siren. The teal-haired man was flustered (A pretty shade of pink... Martyn and his very gay thoughts), panting but still yearning for more.
"It makes me feel good, knowing that I was the one who made you like this." He whispered on Scott's neck, the latter shuddering with pleasure. He flushed a little more (nearly crimson it was) as he felt Martyn's breath, an act that could only make him wish for more.
The pirate gently kissed his neck as Scott's eyes fluttered closed. After a bit more teasing, he finally decided to leave his mark on what was his, even if it was only temporary. A moan left the siren's lips as he drowned in pleasure.
Martyn whined as Scott pushed them apart, gaze filled with a raw, unfulfilled hunger.
"Not now, love. I just realized I have a gossip session planned with Cleo, and I know they won't be happy thinking of an explanation." He said, soft and gentle, rivaling Martyn's restless look.