[Fox's fingers in his hair and the slightly ticklish brush of those tails against his neck are so soft and gentle that Mars feels himself struck with the exhaustion from his early morning exertion all at once]
[he stifles a yawn, hand pressed against his mouth, and mutters something unintelligible in return]
[. . . what was that Nitro had said earlier about him running out of stamina. . . all of a sudden, the idea of moving seems like an impossible feat, his arms and legs heavy like lead]
[Mars stifles a yawn, head tilting automatically into that touch against his temple]
[. . . makes his heart thrum in ways he can't yet put words to. but he says nothing, instead shifting to get comfortable, head tilted slightly towards Fox's stomach]
[he's tired enough to ooze into a sleepy cat puddle, that's for sure. especially as he slowly but surely drifts off to sleep]
[at any rate, he sleeps for a little over an hour, and when he eventually starts to come to he stirs in Fox's lap, making a few low purring sounds as he does so]
[mars will wake to most of fox's tails curled around his head and shoulders almost protectively, his hand lightly tangled in mars's hair but slack as fox himself has nodded off, head bowed]
[he does not mind at all, in fact, back arching into the feel of it and it's really all he can do to pull back to thrust into fox again. there's a part of him that wants to try to draw it out, leave fox begging and pleading for more but he's already so hard and wanting that he quickly abandons any pretense for anything slower, following the urging of quicker, deeper.]
[he can't help but writhe the more joker moves, especially when the pace gets quicker and harder. he lets out a choking noise and his legs around joker's hips squeeze hard, as though unwilling to let him go]
Yes...
[with one hand he reaches down between them to curl around his cock, jerking himself to full hardness, biting his lip as he watches joker with a heated gaze]
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