[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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[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.