[cont'd for Grey - NSFW]

[plaguedrat]

As he walks with Grey into their bedroom, Rat reflects that he doesn't think it actually does make a difference. Like they said before, he loves Grey and Grey loves him and whether or not he speaks doesn't change that. It'll be fun to find out what sounds he can coax from Grey, but that won't make the sex inherently better. It'll still just be them when it comes down to it.

That's all he wants.

Smiling, Rat peels off his shirt and nudges Grey into bed.

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[silenttrainbaby]

"Ohhhhh," comes out, the sound breathed more than spoken. Already, Grey's hips are rocking forward into that tease of a tongue, into the wet heat that he knows is in Rat's mouth.

[plaguedrat]

He chuckles and then plunges his head down, determined to take as much of him at once as he can. Welcoming the taste, Rat hums just a little, looking to him.

[silenttrainbaby]

"Ohhhh... "

All of Grey shudders and he holds, trying not to pull, at Rat's hair.

"It f-feels," he manages, "good."

[plaguedrat]

Sliding his fingers up, Rat slots his thumbs into Grey's hips before dragging them back down. There's another language in the marks they make, he wants Grey to enjoy it.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's good, that. It makes Grey feel grounded when at times, it feels like he could rattle away when things are so good. He looses one hand from Rat's hair and covers his hand instead there: a "good" and a "thank you."

He flexes his hips forward, then back.

[plaguedrat]

Accustomed to their rhythms, he knows how to move his head in counterpoint. Carefully, he slides down just a little further on a thrust, pushing his own limits for Grey's pleasure.

[silenttrainbaby]

There are no more words for Grey, just sounds, throaty sounds that would normally be breathed out; now they are audible. Grey tenses, urging Rat back. "I - " He says and his throat is dry. "I - you."

Inside, him yes? So he can come like that.

[plaguedrat]

Pulling off slowly, Rat makes sure to keep eye contact. "Hmm?" he asks, head tilted with a smile.

[silenttrainbaby]

"Inside me," Grey whispers, and for some reason, saying and hearing the words sounds dirtier than thinking them; he blushes, his olive skin darkening even as he backs toward the bed.

[plaguedrat]

It really does. Rat is gong to savor the memory of that sound for days to come. Slowly, he advances over Grey and undresses before leaning down to bite and kiss up marks on his neck. "On your back? Like this?"

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey nods, canting a leg up to offer himself. So they can look each other in the eye. He's hard against his belly and he rubs a palm over himself, gasping.

[plaguedrat]

Smiling, he advance along Grey's body, reaching over him to grab the lube they just kept by the bedside. "I love you," he murmurs, because it just seems especially important to tell him now.

[silenttrainbaby]

"I love you," Grey says, too, his voice echoing Rat's tone without even trying, parroting it back, but not in a way that is mocking, but one that is most true.

[plaguedrat]

He grins and spreads some of the lubricant over his palm so that he can press two fingers in right away. They don't need too much so soon after last night.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's true; they hardly need any these days. Grey surprises himself by moaning. "Hurry," he whispers.

[plaguedrat]

For a second, Rat just closes his eyes and savors the sounds of Grey moaning, pleading with him. It makes him tease deep into Grey, wanting to open him up quickly but wanting just as much to hear him moan.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey's breathing is ragged, sharp and moaned; it even makes his throat hurt just a little because he is unused to making any noise at all.

But he doesn't care, reaching for Rat, pulling him up, pulling him closer.

[plaguedrat]

"You ready?" he asks, mouth right next to Grey's ear. Even as he poses the question, Rat doesn't withdraw his hand. Grey's pleasure is too good to see. To hear.

[silenttrainbaby]

Fervently nodding his head, Grey licks over his own dry lower lip. Yes. Now, yes, now.

[plaguedrat]

With one more kiss, Rat pulls away just enough to align himself with Grey. Hands on his hips, Rat pushes, always enraptured by his face.

[silenttrainbaby]

"Ahhhhhh."

The word comes out barely breathed - an exhalation. He brackets Rat's hips and helps him move deeper and deeper still. Until he can feel Rat's hips against his.

[plaguedrat]

He likes that sound and doesn't bother to hide it, smiling as he jerks his hips forward and bottoms out. Skin to skin, connected intimately like this, he can feel Grey's heat, his breath.

"I love you."

God he does.

[silenttrainbaby]

"I love you - I love you - I love you," Grey whispers. "I love you - " He digs his finger into the meat of Rat's ass, urging him deeper even though he can't go any deeper. "Ah ... !"

[plaguedrat]

He smiles, repeats it with Grey like a prayer as he slowly pulls back, begins to move. They feel so good, tangled up like this and almost breathless.

[silenttrainbaby]

It lets Grey touch whatever he want, feel whatever he wants. To hook his ankles behind Rat's back, to urge him deep each time, to taste his kisses and feel his skin.

He never thought he'd know love - didn't know what it was, not really. Now he has Rat.