now the Hunting Winds are loose...

[silenttrainbaby]

The piece of paper - the waiver - fluttered from Grey's hand as he pushed his way into Rat's rooms. He looks for the other boy, finds him and comes over. His clothes are dirty, pieces of gravel still sticking to them, something still in his hair. His hands are dirty, but his cheeks are flushed and he kneels before where Rat reads, pressing his cheek to Rat's hand.

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[silenttrainbaby]

Fingers graze along Rat's balls as Grey strokes and sucks; there might be small noises in there: hums that might vibrate along the length of Rat's erection. Grey wants to taste Rat's climax; he wants it to coat his tongue.

[plaguedrat]

He curses a little, fingers tight in Grey's hair. Grey means to undo him, just like this, and he's close.

"Shit...Grey..." he says, biting down on his lip.

[silenttrainbaby]

There's a rumble of a laugh, perhaps, as Grey speeds up what he's doing, tightening the grip of his almost-healed hand.

[plaguedrat]

It makes him smile too, knowing that Grey is laughing and teasing. There's something livening about the lack of desperation and furtiveness that makes him push harder into his mouth, panting as he spills over.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's swallowed down, and when Grey pulls away, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips swollen, tongue coated. His own cheeks are flushed, though it's hard to tell and he reaches up to touch Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

Rat bends forward to pull Grey into his lap for a kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

Licking at his tongue, Grey loops his arms around Rat's neck, holding on.

[plaguedrat]

"Good day?" he asks, running his thumb along Grey's jaw.

[silenttrainbaby]

Good day, yes. Grey nodded, leaning into the touch. Made even better now.

[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles, hands sliding down Grey's back to cup his arse, squeezing. An offer to make it better.

[silenttrainbaby]

There's a dipping of Grey's eyelids and a nod. Yes, please. Yes, if Rat wants to?

[plaguedrat]

Yes, yes he does.

He kisses Grey's throat and then pulls back, shifting under him, and smiling with mischief in his eyes.

[silenttrainbaby]

That look sends a drizzle of anticipation down Grey's spine. He moves, lifting if Rat needs to get from under him, but his eyes never leave Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

The lift is all Rat needs to surge forward, Grey bent over his shoulder. Laughing, he pushes to his feet and hurries them to his bedroom.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oy! Grey braces himself, a hand in the small of Rat's back. At least he gets a new view of his bum! There's a wheezing out of Grey's laughter as he jostled along the way.

[plaguedrat]

Laughing, feeling carefree and eighteen instead of beyond his years, he dumps Grey onto the bed and crawls up over him for a kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

Landing with a bounce, Grey grins as freely as he ever has, arms and legs spread wide. He is at Rat's mercy, happily so.

[plaguedrat]

Rat bends down over him for a kiss, snaking a hand down into Grey's pants, watching his face.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey's breath catches and he arches into the touch, heels and hands in the bed, back bowing.

[plaguedrat]

Rat slips his other hand under Grey's back, supporting him and pulling him closer so that he can help to undress him properly.

"You're terrible," he teases through a kiss. "I've forgotten everything I was going to do or say when you're here."

[silenttrainbaby]

Is that bad? Should they stop?

It takes a moment for Grey, in his haze, to determine that Rat is teasing: slowly, he's getting better at it. Perhaps later, Rat will remember what he was going to do.

[plaguedrat]

No, not bad at all. Rat props up over him, smiling before he slides down Grey's body, kissing marks all the way down.

[silenttrainbaby]

It sends tingles and sizzles down Grey's body and he bites his lip, hand fisting in the covers.

[plaguedrat]

Rat laughs, kissing up a mark on Grey's hip where others won't see. A secret mark, just for him.

[silenttrainbaby]

Gasping, Grey lifts his head to see. Oh, he likes that, likes that they have secrets. Secrets are grand commodities, aren't they? To be hoarded and kept safe. His cock jumps.