Look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east

[plaguedrat]

The seventh day has come and gone. Despite others' reassurances that these things end, Rat's starting to despair he'll ever look his own age again. He'd gone to bed that night, still in the shape of his five-year-old self. The burns had still ached and sleep had been hard.

Drifting out of uneasy dreams, the first thing he notices is the lack of pain. Blinking his eyes open, Rat sees the hand that's half under the pillow. It's not a pudgy toddler's hand but that of an eighteen-year-old man. His own hands, his real body.

Rat sits up quickly, pleased that he doesn't have to stand gingerly. He swings long legs over the edge and stands up, hurrying to dress.

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[plaguedrat]

Sliding down, Rat braces a hand on Grey's hip, hovering over his cock in silent question.

[silenttrainbaby]

The moment Rat's mouth touches him, Grey knows he will spill. He should be embarrassed about that, but he can't be, doesn't think to be. He nods dumbly.

Please.

[plaguedrat]

He doesn't mind. Reaching out, Rat takes one of Grey's hands in his, weaving their fingers together. Then, maintaining eye contact, Rat sinks his head down, mouth open over Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey's mouth falls open, his eyes locked on Rat's and his cock jerks once and again and that's all it takes. His whole body convulses with it, with a pleasure that starts in his groin and shoots out to his extremities, leaving him light-headed.

[plaguedrat]

Rat doesn't stop, still watching Grey as he moves his head down again, squeezing his hand. When he makes some kind of indication, Rat will move away.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's too much; too sharp and Grey can't, not when everything feels too sensitive after coming. He pushes with his fingers at Rat's hair, biting his lip. He wants more of that mouth, but he wants Rat to feel what he feels.

Chest still heaving, he pushes to an elbow again and urges Rat to his back. Yes?

[plaguedrat]

Despite his name, the expression on Rat's face is a bit more like an especially pleased feline. Climbing up along Grey's body, Rat leans down to offer Grey a kiss, silently thanking him for his protection when Rat had shrunk down and for his presence now.

In a swift motion, he moves onto his back and hooks an arm around Grey's waist, pulling him over him.

[silenttrainbaby]

Just barely catching himself on an elbow, Grey kisses Rat: mouth, chin, neck and down. Rat's body is like a buffet: he can touch and kiss, even as he pulls at the fly of his pants.

[plaguedrat]

It doesn't take much more than the shift of his hips to pull away the boxers he's wearing, leaving him bare to Grey's attention. Leaning up, he touches Grey's face again, fingers in his hair.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey's tongue flicks over one nipple, then the other. He runs his tongue over his bellybutton. Then he could nuzzle his mouth in the hollow of his hip.

[plaguedrat]

Rat gasps softly, leaning up for him. It's a powerful touch, one he hasn't been able to enjoy in too long.

[silenttrainbaby]

He smells good. His bandaged hand around a hip, Grey breathes him in, then turns his head just a little, nosing against his erection. Kisses, then, run along the length; he flicks his tongue at the tip, catching a drop of fluid.

[plaguedrat]

Rat bites his lip, barely smothering a curse when he feels the wet of Grey's mouth. "Grey..." he mutters, hip shifting.

[silenttrainbaby]

Looking up, Grey does as Rat did, asking permission without speaking. There is a quirk to his mouth, too, an almost-smile.

[plaguedrat]

Rat leans forward, running a thumb along that smile, nodding. "Yeah, go ahead."

[silenttrainbaby]

There isn't a lot of finesse to it; Grey never learned that. But he knows what feels good on him and he holds Rat at the base and lowers his head over him, too, like Rat did to him. And he keeps his eyes as best he can on Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

Rat doesn't need much. Already, his his hips are twitching, pushing into the heat of Grey's mouth.

[silenttrainbaby]

Bobbing his head, Grey memorizes those expressions, that reaction. He urges Rat to move again, to take what he wants.

[plaguedrat]

Arching his back, pressing forward, Rat thrusts shallowly into his mouth. He watches, starting to get short of breath.

[silenttrainbaby]

Pressing his tongue along the length of Rat's cock, Grey breaths out a silent hum.

[plaguedrat]

"Grey!" He's not going to last much longer himself. It's been too long.

[silenttrainbaby]

He's already lasted so much longer than Grey did. Grey does like the sound of his name from Rat, though, that thread of need in it. Grey sucks, his mouth watering with the taste on his tongue.

[plaguedrat]

Rat curses, hips stuttering as he jerks forward, giving in to himself and release. He groans, falling back into the mattress, hands over his face as he breathes raggedly.

[silenttrainbaby]

The taste coats Grey's tongue and he rests his cheek against Rat's thigh, peering up at him. He feels a peace he hasn't yet felt here in this place. A place where he might fit.

[plaguedrat]

Panting, Rat looks over at Grey, tracing him mouth with his thumb. There's something deep in his face that Rat can't quite read that stirs something in him beyond lust.