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.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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He gasps just a little when he's breached, pushed open, and he feels his body give.
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He's sure.
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Slower, more control. He has to hold himself back just a little longer.
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He gasps out the smallest, quietest sound.
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This is sneaky, wasn't it? He likes it.
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If the situation were different, he would face Rat, but it's not convenient here; he misses looking at his boyfriend's face.
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For now, he'll just stroke Grey off in counterpoint to his own thrusts.
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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.