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There's just no way to win, Marvelous thinks.

When Marvelous is on top of Don, leaning over him to loosen his tie, close enough that his breath is hot on Don's skin, he can feel the way Don is already trembling in anticipation beneath him.

Then he trails a hand down Don's front, undoing each of his shirt buttons as he goes, not bothering to look at what he's doing. He watches Don's face instead; his eyes are widening more as more of his skin is exposed.

He has a knee between Don's legs, resting much of his weight on it. He inches it forward gently, rubbing his thigh against Don until he starts to flush pink. All of a sudden he reaches up to fist his hands in Marvelous' jacket, clinging on for dear life, and gasps, "Marvelous! Y-you, I can't-!"

Marvelous slides a hand in under Don's shirt and rolls Don's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then Don isn't saying anything, just shuddering with pleasure and whimpering incoherently.

Marvelous smirks and presses a kiss to Don's jaw.

He is tasting his way slowly down Don's neck when Don manages to form words again.

"When you're," he says, cutting himself off to breathe sharply, "on... top. It's. You're everywhere, and it's like there's nowhere to go."

"Not-!" He adds hurriedly, cheeks darkening with embarrassment, "that I want to go anywhere!"

"Okay," Marvelous says with a shrug. He would hardly take offence - he doesn't ever feel it himself, but the overstimulation Don tends to experience in these situations is what makes it more fun! "So, this time, you be on top."

It's absurdly easy to roll them over until Don is straddling Marvelous' hips. Don's hands plant themselves in the middle of Marvelous' chest to keep him upright, but he still feels splayed out and off-kilter. There is suddenly so much space around him, instead of so much Marv.

It's not entirely comforting.

Marvelous watches Don's face as it falls a little. He is too lost for words, so Marvelous grabs him by the shirt collar and pulls Don down for a kiss.