[Grey - Continued from NYE]

[plaguedrat]

It's that department store dressing room all over again. Rat grabs Grey's hand and grins wickedly, sneaking with him to the nearest empty space they can squeeze into.

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[plaguedrat]

It's too tempting and Rat returns the kiss, shameless and hungry. He wants Grey, any way they can have it.

[silenttrainbaby]

Fingers tracing along Rat's jaw, then along that sweet mouth, Grey kisses him once more, then looks around.

He tugs Rat by his shirt, even as he turns, moving to his knees, then his hands and knees, reaching down to undo his fly and push down his pants.

[plaguedrat]

Running a hand down the expanse of Grey's back, he can't help that soft groan at the sight of him. "I don't have any lubricant with me," he warns, already sticking two fingers in his mouth.

[silenttrainbaby]

On the train more than not, they used spit anyway. Grey smiles at him over his shoulder, getting his pants down around his knees. As he waits, he strokes himself.

[plaguedrat]

Rat's more careful this time. It doesn't matter that they do this often. They've had space and proper lubricant before. No matter how eager and how much they want it, he won't do anything to hurt Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

Reaching down further between his legs, Grey reaches for Rat, to feel him coming inside. To feel him.

He gasps just a little when he's breached, pushed open, and he feels his body give.

[plaguedrat]

He stays careful and thorough, working at him with one and then two fingers. Listening for those minute sounds and indications, Rat bends over him to kiss his spine.

[silenttrainbaby]

They are young and resilient and Grey wants, reaching back to touch what he can, to urge Rat further. He's fine - he's fine. Yes? Please.

[plaguedrat]

"You're sure?" He knows it can be rough and painful this way and it's not what he wants, but he also knows that neither of them will be patient much longer.

[silenttrainbaby]

He's sure. If it hurts a little, that will pass. As long as Rat starts slow, it will be fine. Grey goes up to his knees to tangle his fingers in his boyfriend's hair and kiss him.

He's sure.

[plaguedrat]

Yes, he trusts Grey to tell him what he needs. Carefully, he moves back behind Grey and guides himself in.

[silenttrainbaby]

By closing his eyes, Grey can feel it; feel how Rat pushes into him. His back arches like a cat's; it feels good, even if it's a bit rough.

[plaguedrat]

The curve of his spine is mesmerizing in this movement and Rat can see exactly how it curves thanks to the tattoos that follow his spine and shoulders, letting Rat see the way muscle twists and curves.

Slower, more control. He has to hold himself back just a little longer.

[silenttrainbaby]

His cock jerks and Grey pushes back. A little sharpness makes the pleasure that much more, doesn't it?

He gasps out the smallest, quietest sound.

[plaguedrat]

He laughs and starts to move, savoring the sound that Grey makes. It encourages him on and he tugs him closer.

[silenttrainbaby]

There is little that feels like this. So intimate and good. Palming over his cock again, Grey moves with him, his hips bumping against Rat's.

This is sneaky, wasn't it? He likes it.

[plaguedrat]

Noticing the gesture, Rat moves a hand around and joins it with Grey's, encouraging him to stroke.

[silenttrainbaby]

That's even better. It makes Grey shiver, makes him push back even more.

If the situation were different, he would face Rat, but it's not convenient here; he misses looking at his boyfriend's face.

[plaguedrat]

When they get home, they can properly greet the new year in their bed, facing one another. He'll make up for that current lack.

For now, he'll just stroke Grey off in counterpoint to his own thrusts.

[silenttrainbaby]

As it almost always is, it's ovewhelming. Pleasure from different points. Grey is gasping, exhaling through gritted teeth; he's holding on to Rat's hip, urging him deeper.

[plaguedrat]

It doesn't take much urging. Rat fucks deeper into him, curled over so that his chest slides along Grey's back.

When they emerge from this closet, there's not a single person who won't know where they've been. And he likes it that way.