forum Super Hero vs Super Villain one-on-one? (closed)

Started August 17, 2018 by @Sugar-Lover

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Wincing slightly, Marcos turned a shade of red deeper than humanly possible. He tugged on the shirt awkwardly, which still smelled like Justin, then stood sheepishly and looked at Justin’s feet because he was so nervous.

"I promised I wouldn't look." Justin didn't even look up from his phone.

“I’m covered now,” Marcos said, standing there awkwardly before remembering he needed to get on actual clothes. He wondered what he looked like in Justin’s large shirt, standing there with mostly bare legs. He shimmied through his drawers, tossing through a few clothes, unsure of what to wear.

"I know, but I really like my phone." Justin looks up to see Marcos struggling to decide what to wear.

Marcos smiled at Justin’s comment, then gave up looked over at him, “What do I wear?”

"What ever you want to wear." Justin got up and walked toward him.

To be honest, Marcos was actually very comfy in Justin’s oversized shirt, but sadly he couldn’t dare wear only that in public. He looked a Justin with puppy eyes, “Can you pick something out for me? Please?”

"What? Why? I probably won't pick something you'll like."

“You will! You always dress amazing!” Marcos pointed out, looking at Justin’s current clothes. They made him look really hot. “Besides, I can’t pick out anything.”

"Fine. Go sit down and give me a minute."

Marcos plopped on his bed, noticably more comfortable now than when he had been naked, and watched Justin pick out clothes for him. The way he hair set perfectly, the way he wore his clothes… Marcos loved Justin so much.

Justin rummaged through the closest looking for something nice. He found a white tshirt that looked like it hadn't been worn in years and threw it at Marcos. He then threw dark red jeans at him. "Put these on." Justin ran over to the dresser and threw a pair of boxers at him also. "You'll probably need these."

Marcos blushed slightly as he caught his boxers, then headed to the bathroom to change. He hardly even remembered buying the clothes. He slipped them on, and looked at himself. Gosh the outfit was perfect. He walked out of the bathroom, looking at Justin with a blush, “How do I look?”

Justin looked up as Marcos came out of the bathroom. "Good. Since I picked out the clothes." Justin laughed.

Marcos smiled, before throwing himself onto Justin with a squeal, “I love it! You could be a fashion designer, it’s amazing!” Marcos wrapped his arms around Justin’s neck, not realized hptheir faces were only a breath away from touching until after a few moments of just staring into Justin’s eyes. He blushed, but didn’t move away.

Justin smiled and pecked him on the lips before moving back slightly. "I could be."

Marcos grinned before pulling Justin back and kissing him deeply. Gosh he loved how he could do this whenever he wanted, just being able to kiss him. When he slowly pulled away from the kiss, instead of stepping away he lips brushed down to Justin’s neck.

Justin laughed at Marcos action and how cute he looked.

“You’re mine,” He whispered before started the trail of kisses up and down Justin’s neck, his tongue flicking the skin every so often, “And I’m yours.”

“Hey, save it for later. I don’t want to wrinkle my clothes before we go shopping.”

“Okay, fine,” Marcos drawled with a grin as he pulled away. He tugged Justin out of the apartment with a grin, “Where should we go first?”

“Gucci.” Justin smiles taking Marcos' hand.

Marcos smiled, “After you, love.” Gosh he loved how he could call Justin ‘love’.

Justin blushed and headed on his way. “Really? We can go to Gucci. I thought you would say it’s too expensive or something.”

“It is, I didn’t say I could buy anything there,” Marcos pointed out. But maybe if I saw something I could grab some cash from an unsuspecting person’s wallet when everyone’s heads turned… Marcos pondered the idea. He had rested enough to use his telekinesis again, probably.

“If you want something name it and it’s yours.” Justin smiled, thinking of what new stuff they could get.

“What? No, I couldn’t do that!” Marcos exclaimed, “I can’t let you become my source of cash! I want you to be my boyfriend.” Marcos wrapped his hand around Justin’s elbow as they left the building.

“I am your boyfriend. And what else am I supposed to spend my money on?”

Marcos gave Justin a look, “How about your own things? You could spend it on meals, I dunno, I’m just not worth all that. I’m happy just being your boyfriend, I don’t need to be spoiled,” Marcos tightened his grip on Justin’s arm, “Really though, I’m not worth the expense.”

Justin wined. "But I want to spend money on you."