#like he may be an overall kind of... WACK person but he at least treats his partners with respect and would do most anything for them SO

[mad-hunts]

barton grasped the ankle of the leg edward had once put atop his shoulder since he'd moved it back to its original position on himself. leaning down, barton then began to dust kisses up the other's neck; an almost intoxicated feeling blossoming within him. ❝ good. good, because i thought i'd take it just a bit slower this time around than last. and you're still so tight... can you feel how hard i am for you, edward? ❞

it seemed like barton kept his thrusts at a slow pace at that moment. this was because he decided he wanted to draw out as many moans as possible out of edward — nipping at the other's neck, as he ran his free hand down edward's body all the way down to his hip.

upon seeing he'd opened his eyes, barton successfully left a hickey on his skin in that spot. he lightly brushed his lips down edward's skin and was about to do the same treatment to his shoulder — though he stopped in the middle of it. there was this look in edward's eyes, and it made barton think that something might be wrong.

it took a moment for him to realize his phrasing probably wasn't the best as edward highlighted. the smile that spread across barton's lips was meant to be reassuring, ❝ oh, i just meant i want to leave a bunch of lovebites on you, that's all. sorry. sometimes i might say things, and they don't sound nearly as good as they did in my head. ❞ a slightly awkward chuckle crept through his lips.

now, after barton fully processed what edward had told him, multiple splotches of pink appeared on his face. warmth had completely enveloped his chest as all he could do was stare down at him for a few seconds. ❝ oh, wow... uhh — who knew you could be so romantic? i'm yours too, you know. for as long as you'll have me. ❞

Edward let out a slight moan as Barton slowly pushed his cock inside of him, it was an understatement to say that he was enjoying this. “Aah…thank you. This feels so damn good,” He whispered as Barton thrusted into his ass.

For a while he closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying all the feelings and sensations that were on his body. He then moaned a bit louder as Barton repeated his deep thrusting.

After Barton asked his question, Edward opened his eyes back up. He didn’t know what he meant by marking him up everywhere and was a bit wary of what that meant. His first thought was that Barton was going to cut him up physically, which kind of scared him.

“What do you mean by marking me up? If it’s what I think it is, you don’t need to do that. I already know that I’m yours, and I always want to be yours my love.”