"Shhh, it's okay, I've got you, you're going to be okay —" 

"I love you so much it makes me want to cry--"

"I love you," another forehead kiss, "I love you, you're lovely, I'm here." 

Chris kisses him.

Oh. 

Chris needs him and everything else pales in comparison. 

Marlo kisses Chris back. 

Chris makes soft little noises into Marlo's mouth. He's still crying.

He keeps kissing Chris, keeps his hand in Chris's hair. 

(He's hard too. He is not examining this.) 

Chris squeezes Marlo tightly to him and keeps kissing him. 

Good. Good, that's — good. 

Kissing Chris is really, really nice.  

Chris kisses down his cheek and his jawline and his throat and his shoulder.

"I love you," a little bit wondering. 

(Maybe it's that they're soulmates — but Marlo has never enjoyed being kissed this much —) 

"I love you."

Chris kisses Marlo's shoulder. He suddenly notices that their dicks are in the same location, shifts a bit, and grinds against Marlo's dick.

He moans before he can stop himself — his hold on Chris has gone from protective to clinging —

"That's a good noise," Chris says, "you make such good noises, you're so good, I love kissing you, I love you."

"I love you — love how you sound when you're happy —" 

He doesn't stop himself from moving against Chris. He's not sure he could. 

Chris is too short for them to be able to kiss while still grinding against each other and pressing their entire bodies into each other, which is important. But Chris can lick and suck and bite his neck.

He makes increasingly desperate sounds into Chris's hair and presses himself further into Chris. 

Attention span is not really a thing Chris has a lot of when he's high.

He curls up on Marlo and puts his head on Marlo's shoulder. "Love you."

He's a little bit desperate but Chris needs him, it can wait — "I love you," he says, and cradles Chris. 

Chris bites his ear. "I like watching you draw. You're good at seeing the beauty in things."

He hisses and tightens his arms around Chris. "Love you — love how you smile — love how you look when you're concentrating — love you —" 

Chris remembers that kissing is a thing you often do with mouths.

Kissing him is wonderful. Marlo's happy to keep doing it for as long as Chris wants. 

Left to his own devices, Chris will alternate between kissing Marlo, cuddling up with him, and grinding his dick on Marlo's dick. He will occasionally absently touch Marlo's dick with the same attitude he uses to touch Marlo's back.

His sentences gradually grow more coherent. 

He's lovely. Marlo kisses him and cradles him and presses their bodies together and rests his forehead against Chris's.