"I don't have to go in until two this morning. We have plenty of time." Mark said as he sat down. Of course Ace was instantly on top of him, feeling him, kissing him. This is obviously not Ace's best attempt at sleeping. Mark had expected as much and he knew that Ace could be guided into sleeping. It wasn't impossible. But when Ace's lips found his own he gave in, pushing his chin up to meet the kiss. His hands found Ace's hips amd held him, felt the thin legs on either side of him. Ace was playing dirty.<br/>"you're my favorite pillow, Mar Mar." Mark looked up at Ace and slid his fingers through a strand of hair. He was so damn spoiled but so sweet when he wanted to be, warming Mark up and holding him still in ways he never thought he would enjoy.<br/>He rested back against the soft bed, the mattress hugging his body. Ace shifted a little on top of him and Mark's shirt rode up a little. He couldn't be bothered to care because the hands in his hair were hypnotizing and wonderful. He would have fought it, told Ace "No, not now, sleep," But he'd be a liar to say that he didn't like it too amd he wanted more. But before anything could or would happen Mark would alwys stop himself. He'd never be able to do anything Ace(and he) wanted without hurting and breaking him. But he could just... Pretend like this wasn't going anywhere. Because god those hands playing with his hair....<br/>"You take such good care of me..."<br/>"Because you're a child that won't take care of  himself." Mark answered in a low tone of voice. "you refuse to take care and make me do everything." he leaned up and gave Ace a small kiss on the lips and laid his head back down. He closed his eyes in hopes Ace might take the hint to do the same. He used his foot to kick a blanket up to his hand, careful not to jostle Ace. With a quick movement Mark covered the both of them up to keep warm. Mark rested his hands back on Ace's hips to hold him, show him he was not alone. 'I'm here, I promise, even if I don't say it. Don't worry I'm here.' he risked a little pressure from his fingers into those soft but thin hips. Ace had gotten a little more muscle it seemed. Impressive how his determination got him so far...<br/>The fingers in his hair kept pushing him down into sleep, the weight of ace atop him in turn comforting Mark. The soft kisses, qnother to his neck.... He surpressed a shiver.