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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[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.

[plaguedrat]

He notices that, reaching up to wrap his hand around it and stroke. Smiling, he lays his head on Grey's hip, looking up at him.

[silenttrainbaby]

The sight is enough to make it hard for Grey to try, still, to catch his breath. He strokes fingers over his lover's cheek, over his hair.

[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles again and then turns away, bending his head forward and taking Grey into his mouth.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh. Warm and wet and ...

Grey's eyes roll back in his head and his toes curl. There are even goosepimples along his back.

Rat's smile makes his chest feel warm.

[plaguedrat]

His smile is stretched wide around Grey, cheeks gone hollow as he slides his head downward.

[silenttrainbaby]

Mouth in a silent 'oh,' Grey slips his fingers through Rat's hair - not guiding, but just feeling, just knowing. He even slits his eyes open to watch.

Yes, please.

[plaguedrat]

He makes no motion to stop, shameless in the way he lavishes attention on Grey.