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]

He doesn't mind pressing into those hungry kisses, realizing that he's wanted this too. It's been a long time, amplified by what he lost in No. 6 and dealt with arriving here.

The city has a way of hurrying things along.

Not planning to be here long, Rat hadn't thought to get lube or condoms. There were things that would have to wait. Kissing isn't one of them.

[silenttrainbaby]

Those were things Grey doesn't know existed; he wouldn't know to miss anything. He might make a small sound against Rat's mouth, though, and ghost fingers along Rat's arm.

[plaguedrat]

They do and Rat will make sure to get them soon enough. For now, he rolls his hips down, smiling at him through the kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh.

The material of Grey's pants is so thin that he feels everything, the pressure, the friction. All of it. There's an exhalation that could be a whimper as he slides his casted hand down Rat's side, over his ass. Please do that again, the movement says. And again. He hooks a leg around Rat's hips.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods, repeating the motion, staying pressed against him as he watches Grey's face intently.

[silenttrainbaby]

The friction sends tendrils up Grey's spine and he looks back at Rat, not knowing to school his features, showing everything he feels.

On the train, mostly, it was rushed, furtive. Even this, through material but in the light, the clean, feels decadent, almost too rich.

[plaguedrat]

Rat leans up, braced on one forearm so he can look at Grey, cupping his face. Quickly, he glances down between them, at shorts and scrub pants, and raises an eyebrow at him.

[silenttrainbaby]

Why did he stop? Grey - Oh.

A bobbled nod. Yes. He even reaches between them, pulling at the tie of his pants.

[plaguedrat]

Rat sits up a little, helping Grey out of his pants. Bending forward, he drops kisses down the line of Grey's chest and slowly down his belly.

[silenttrainbaby]

Propped on his elbows, Grey watches his stomach clench, watches his erection jump. It even tickles a little to feel Rat's hair on his skin. He's breathing open-mouthed, wanting making his toes curl.

[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."