Post-canon PSL

[buenpastor]

[ it's been over a year since the rances, months now since the vatican officially sanctioned tomas as an exorcist, twelve days since they— because it's they, even if marcus isn't officially working for the church. twelve days since bennett sent them to vienna, to see to a young man named jakob who'd been hearing voices.

marcus had warned tomas about the dangers of complacency, and tomas understood why now; they'd done two exorcisms since casey, and they'd both been simple in comparison. the demons hadn't taken tomas seriously.

this recent one had. there's a learning curve to becoming a good exorcist, or so marcus kept saying, and he'd let tomas fight the demon up until it became a danger to the host, then he'd stepped in.

god likes it better when they work together; the words flow more easily, their voices join in as one. tomas knows he can be strong on his own. with marcus he feels unbeatable.

they have a room in jakob's house, it's a single bed and a bathroom that have seen very little use since their arrival. when jakob's eyes clear up and his voice is his own again, after niceties are exchanged; thank yous, a doctor is called, the family reassured. tomas and marcus go to that little room and close the door behind them.

once they call bennett he'll have them on a plane outside the country within hours, but it's late and they can afford a few hours to take a breather. ]

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[buenpastor]

I'm relaxed now.

[ this is a lie, but he is considerably less tense. also yes kissing, kissing is the best. ]

[missio]

Oh, are you.

[ highly amused. ]

[buenpastor]

Mmh. I'll be even more relaxed once I know what you have in mind.

[ this might be a lie too, who knows? ]

[missio]

[ he grins. his hand is still on tomas’ butt, by the way. ]

You realize I’m not really a planner.

[buenpastor]

[ that's fine!! he's ok with that, it's abundantly clear that marcus is a butt guy. ]

But I work better when I know what to expect.

[missio]

Right then.

[ marcus rolls his eyes, but it’s a good-humored gesture. he looks like he has to think about it. (he may not actually have to think about it.)

after a moment he draws his hand out of tomas’ pants and strokes it over his hip. it’s a casual affectionate gesture, familiar by now. ]

I was probably going to suck your cock.

[buenpastor]

[ on the bright side, talking it out first has the unintended side effect of getting tomas really cranked. ]

— okay... uh. Probably?

[missio]

In all likelihood.

[ his voice is light and lilting, kind of a lazy tease. he’s reaching for the button on tomas’ pants like it’s just occurred to him, undoing it and dragging the zipper down by centimeters. ]

And then I’m probably going to rub one out on those thighs. If you don’t mind.

[buenpastor]

[ he doesn't know what that means. luckily, he can figure it out from context, though even if he couldn't, marcus ca do what he pleases.

he nods, reaching for him for more kissing. ]

[missio]

[ he’s learning so much. marcus is very proud.

he leans back down to crush their mouths together again, obliging. ughhhhh ]

[buenpastor]

[ they can kiss until tomas is chill again, that's a great idea. ]

[missio]

[ how long does that take

because he’s just going to keep cranking up the intensity of the kiss, incrementally, warm and sprawled over him, maybe grinding against him a little bit when it’s obvious he’s hard. ]

[buenpastor]

[ okay then, he draws back a little bit, a hand on the back of marcus' head, breathing hard and heavy. ]

There's stuff in the drawer.

[ lube, condoms, latex gloves??? all new and very neatly arranged. tomas does plan ahead. ]

[missio]

[ there’s a moment where marcus is obviously faintly chagrined at the kiss ending, but then he registers the words and just looks at him for a second. his expression is initially confused and then immediately passes into comprehension--and then slightly suspicious comprehension. they haven’t really gotten into the whole subject of escalation since the last time, and in fact they haven’t really discussed it thoroughly since that heated phone call when marcus was still in italy.

he shifts up onto his knees and reaches sideways. he keeps one hand spread on tomas’ thigh and pulls the drawer open, looking over. ]

Huh.

[ yep, he’s surprised. ]

Has this been here?

[buenpastor]

[ goddd, he considers taking off whatever clothes he's still wearing, but marcus seems to like that so he just drops his head back an breathes. ]

Mmh. I went shopping after that phone call.

[missio]

… that’s what I get for not snooping, for once.

[ marcus squeezes his thigh. considers asking about the gloves. but that’s not so good for mood, he supposes, so he takes the bottle of lubricant in-hand and examines it briefly, then sets it down and leans down to kiss him again. he’s got that smirk again on his face. ]

Has today not been unusual enough for you?

[buenpastor]

I'd like us to have sex before next year.

[ which is like two weeks away. not that he doesn't count blowjobs as sex but he figures marcus will understand what he means. ]

[missio]

[ marcus raises his eyebrows. and slides his hands down to start tugging tomas pants off the rest of the way. ]

Oh, you have a timeframe.

[buenpastor]

[ he lifts his hips so marcus can slide them down easily. ]

It's not a strict one, I just... want to.

[missio]

[ yes good getting the rest of his clothes off now, discarding the pants on the floor. marcus leans over him again when it’s all off. he’s still in his own jeans, sliding his palm up tomas’ chest for more kissing, more low murmuring against his mouth. ]

Well. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t optimistic about my odds.

[buenpastor]

[ instead of replying he just kisses him again, heated, while sliding both hands down to marcus' hips. ]

[missio]

[ of course, now that they’re talking about it marcus is thinking about it again. he’d be lying if he said the image didn’t steal its way into a daydream now and then before they so much as kissed: tomas with that soft pleading look in his eyes, flushed all the way down to his chest, taking cock like it’s his job. over the past month that picture gets more and more vivid, the real superimposing itself slowly over the fantasy.

it’s difficult to stay focused with that on the mind. marcus barely even tries, licking greedily into his mouth and leaning readily into the touch of his hands. in his jeans marcus is hard already, though it doesn’t seem to bother him just yet. his own hand clutches at tomas’ waist, fingers digging in slightly; then he’s kissing back down tomas’ throat, over the rise of his collarbones. ]

[buenpastor]

[ tomas gets as far as unbuttoning marcus' jeans before he's distracted by the kissing, so then instead of pulling marcus' pants down he slides a hand in to rub his dick of the fabric of his underwear. ]

[missio]

[ he groans thickly and pushes into tomas’ hand, rubbing into him as much as he can in the limited space, teeth catching on his shoulder. ]

--fuck, that’s good.

[ he reaches down, fingers tangling briefly with tomas’ to help strip off his own belt. ]

[buenpastor]

Strip properly.

[ he helps him pull his pants all the way down, following by pulling at his underwear too. ]