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"Yeah, that'll be enough," he muttered, and placed his left hand high on Marcus' hip to steady himself as he finished with the outline, working a little quicker than he normally would have with his arm like it was to get that part completely done, the thought of Marcus is in my bed with his pants undone flying madly around in his head; if there was one good thing about his arm in a cast, it was that it stopped his hand from shaking.
The pen slowed as he moved higher up, gentle sweeping lines that filled out the outline getting a bit more languid as he scooted up Marcus' body, trying to press down as little as possible to keep from tickling him too bad. The tip of his tongue showed between his teeth, an unconscious gesture that meant he was concentrating, trying not to get overly frustrated at having to physically scoot up Marcus' body instead of allowing his wrist and arm to do the work for him. He was done in minutes, blowing gently on the long line of ink to make sure it was completely dry before he let Marcus put his arm down, then sat back to survey his work, happy enough with it to mutter it aloud.
"إله في السماء وصاحب ذلك كله هو حق مع العالم" he said, capping the pen. "What do you think?"
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei, The Arrangement.