Who Ya Gonna Call?!

"Silly Mars," he said, pulling into the driveway. "I meant seeeeex."

"I-it is NOT one of my favorite activities!" He lied defensively.

"Then you sure take a lot of joy in life," he purred, climbing into Mars's lap again.

He squirmed.

"N-no, Priestly..." He complained.

"But going inside of you will be difficult if you're no aroused," he said, groping Mars's perfect posterior.

He flushed red.

"Exactly!" He said fiercely. "I-I don't...want to."

He frowned, looking somewhat torn.

"...But I've been unsatisfied since before we left the wedding."

"At least, not in the car!" He chastised.

"How do I know you won't run?" he asked playfully. Pulling at Mars's collar, he sucked on his neck.

He let out a quiet moan.

"...I-I don't think I can, now..." He mumbled.

"Good response," he said, releasing Mars's seatbelt. "Come on--let's get you into a bed~"

He clung to Priestly out of habit.

"You're a real jerk sometimes." He pouted.

Priestly picked Mars up, beaming.

"I merely have needs, my darling Mars Bar."

He rolled his eyes.

"...I love you." He said, seemingly randomly.

Priestly blushed, for once; his smile widened.

"I love you too, silly~"

Mars smiled, unable to help himself when he saw Priestly's blush.

"Good."

Priestly hurriedly carried him into the bedroom.

"What's with all the clothes--strip, already~!"

Mars smiled wryly.

"If you're so eager, why don't you strip me?"

"Will it get you hot?~"

He flushed slightly red.

"Why don't you try it and see?"

"Rawr~"

He pulled off his shirt as sexily as possible, slipping out of his pants and underwear in a matter of seconds.

"What do you want to do, anyway--prefer something other than penetration?"

"Anything." He said right away. "It, uhm, doesn't matter."

He pouted, removing Mars's tie.

"I don't get to hear you beg for anything? Disappointing."

He chuckled softly.

"It's not my fault I enjoy everything."

"Then beg for everything," he teased, unbuttoning Mars's shirt.