Tis the Season (for Rat)

[silenttrainbaby]

The cheer and the color of the holiday had an unexpected effect on Grey. That most things didn't seem terribly expensive made it nearly irresistible. He'd just gone looking for two more knives and had left with a large bag of things from the store.

He's carrying this bag when he taps his fingertips on Rat's door. Unbeknownst to him, he's like Santa, bringing his gifts in a sack for Rat, who's been very, very good.

Of course, what's in the sack is a hodge-podge of things that caught his eye in the store. Something called an "Elf on a Shelf," two stockings with spangles on them, a string of lights, a package of tinsel, among with some other things.

Ho-ho-ho, indeed.

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[plaguedrat]

Rat nearly purrs and presses at Grey, enjoying the heat and the kiss.

[silenttrainbaby]

That gives Grey a chance to sprinkle more tinsel in Rat's hair, even as his other hand slips up under his boyfriend's shirt.

[plaguedrat]

"Bah, humbug," Rat mutters, even as he grinds against him a little more intently.

[silenttrainbaby]

The grinding prompts Grey to push Rat back just a little. Enough so that he can turn them and Rat's shoulders are against the wall and Grey can slip to his knees pulling at the fly of his boyfriend's pants.

[plaguedrat]

"I don't think this is part of the decorating," Rat teases. He cards his fingers through Grey's hair.

[silenttrainbaby]

It isn't. But it is part of the celebration of being them. Of being in love.

Grey pulls Rat's fly open and gently urges him up. He kisses along the length, urging him to full hardness.

[plaguedrat]

Rat grins, canting forward a little toward Grey's mouth, showing him just how interested he is.

[silenttrainbaby]

That makes it easy to let Rat's cock slide along his tongue until it bumps the back of his throat. Then he sucks.

[plaguedrat]

"Shit," he mutters, fingers tightening in his hair and encouraging Grey on

[silenttrainbaby]

That's a compliment, Grey knows. He starts to bob his head, using one hand to cup Rat's balls, the other to curl around an ass cheek, urging Rat to thrust.

[plaguedrat]

He doesn't need much more than that to push him on. He rocks his hips, thrusting into Grey's mouth.

[silenttrainbaby]

Using his tongue, using suction, Grey flickers his gaze up to Rat's to watch him. His mouth waters as he tastes the tang of precome.

[plaguedrat]

Rat groans, pulls on his hair again. Grey knows him so well. Too well. He's going to undo him, surrounded by Christmas lights and tinsel.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's beautiful in its special way. Rat is beautiful. Grey wants to undo Rat so that he can feel how it is to put him back together.

[plaguedrat]

It won't take much longer. Rat's so wound up, the way that only Grey can do to him. He needs him, badly.

[silenttrainbaby]

Palming over Rat's balls, Grey can taste his oncoming orgasm, the tang of it. His own body is tight. It doesn't matter, though, what he's feeling. Rat is all that matters in this moment.

[plaguedrat]

"Grey..." he warns. "Grey."

He doesn't have any other words left before spilling.

[silenttrainbaby]

It's swallowed down easily. And Grey only eases off when Rat is truly spent. Then he urges him down to his knees for a kiss.

[plaguedrat]

He crashes into Grey, kissing him hard and deep. Already, in the sam motion, he's sliding a hand down Grey's pants to grip him.

[silenttrainbaby]

He gets a gasp for his efforts. Grey grips his shoulders, eyes closing as they still kiss. As much as he has so much of Rat memorized, even his hands, he's always surprised, too, at how warm they are.

[plaguedrat]

His other hand works quickly, opening up Grey's jeans and pulling him free.

[silenttrainbaby]

Gasping, Grey leans back, letting Rat see his face, letting him see the anticipation and the pleasure. Yes, please.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods, pushing Grey back to lie on the floor so that he can move over him, working kisses over the length of his cock. Always, he keeps his eyes on Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey, too, keeps his eyes on his boyfriend, wanting to see things as much as he wants to feel them. He brushes a light hand over Rat's hair.

[plaguedrat]

Rat pauses, tilts his head into Grey's hand to enjoy that little affection. He smiles at Grey, sliding down openmouthed over him.