Who Ya Gonna Call?!

Mars shifted uncomfortably.

"G-go ahead, it's not like I care..."

"Then why can I feel a bulge underneath where I'm sitting?"

Mars bit his lip.

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're hard," he said plainly, sucking the chocolate off of his fingers. "Don't lie to me when I can feel it."

He smacked Priestly (somewhat) lightly.

"It's your fault anyway!" He growled.

"Want me to fix it?" he said with a grin. "It's only fair, if it's my fault..."

He glared at him.

"Don't you dare."

He licked the last of the chocolate off of his hand.

"Or I can just make it worse until it hurts."

He groaned.

"...you're terrible."

He pulled off Mars's shirt in one quick movement.

"I can either satisfy you or torture you--which one would you prefer?"

"N-neither!" He insisted, trying to push Priestly off of him.

Priestly showed no signs of moving.

"One or the other, dear."

"N-no..." He mumbled, quite conflicted.

"Two seconds or I pick!~" he said happily.

"Wh-what? B-but..." He spluttered, unable to collect his thoughts.

"Satisfy it is~! Aren't I an angel?" He unzipped Mars's pants and reached inside, still pinning him to the chair.

Mars squeaked and struggled more.

"D-don't!" He yelped.

Priestly kissed Mars to shut him up as he stroked his teehee member.

It definitely worked, seeing as how Mars finally just gave in. He stopped struggling, though he was still quite tense.

"Relax," he whispered softly, licking Mars's nipple.

He squirmed, unable to stop himself. Even as he bit his lip, he couldn't stop himself from letting out a moan.

-xxx-

Priestly cuddled up to Mars in his bed, panting slightly.

"Was that so bad, my love? You're still a virgin, you know--I only went inside of you. It doesn't count unless it's the other way around."

Mars just looked at him, unable to form words for how he felt. Lots of emotions were swirling all around inside of him, and expressing them felt impossible. So he stayed silent.

He held him close with surprising gentleness, gently stroking his hair.

"I love you...I was so happy to see the look of pleasure upon your face."

"...Don't get used to it." He said quietly, and in quite the bitter voice.