for plaguedrat - continued [possibly nsfw]

[silenttrainbaby]

[from here]

They are both whole, they are both young, and alive. And a tear may fall-just one- for Gilliam who isn't here, Grey can run his hands down Rat's front, the body much like his own.

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[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles a little, feeling compelled to tease as he moves in another finger, twisting them a little but never going quite as deeply as he can. Grey doesn't strike him as a patient type.

[silenttrainbaby]

He isn't. He is used to not having much time, so even though they have the whole day, he wants now, gripping Rat's arms.

[plaguedrat]

Rat raises an eyebrow at him, almost challengingly. He teases for a moment before sliding his fingers out and leaning back to spread the remaining lubricant over himself.

He tilts his head. Ready?

[silenttrainbaby]

There is the tiniest hum in the back of Grey's throat as he nods. He reaches between his legs, holding Rat's wrists and pulling him forward.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods and moves forward again, hands on Grey's knees to push his legs back and hips up. It takes him a second to press in, groaning at the heat between them.

Even as he sinks in, he keeps his eyes locked on Grey's.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey's mouth falls open and he lets Rat see just how intense this is. He has had sex before, yes, with more than Gilliam, and each time, it seems to surprise him, the intimacy. He reaches down, fingers digging in to the meat of Rat's buttocks, pulling him deeper.

[plaguedrat]

The rough grip drags a sharp sound out of him, surprised and almost delighted. He is wanted, allowed to want. The pleasure of that is almost as intense as what he feels across his skin.

He rolls his hips, sunk in all the way and pressing intently, still waiting and watching.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey's chest moves as he heaves in a breath. Oh. Another breath as his body adjusts fully and he lunges up to kiss Rat, fingers urging him to move.

[plaguedrat]

Rat jerks forward, meeting him in the kiss, biting a little n his haste. He can't keep still any longer, not when all of Grey is inviting him in. Rat shifts his hips back so he can start to move.

[silenttrainbaby]

That's good, that rhythm. Being flexible allows Grey to fold up more, lunge into those kisses. The sounds he makes - if they can even be called that - are low and keened, breath more than sound.

[plaguedrat]

Rat tussles back a little, teasingly pushing Grey but never really telling him to stop. He bends forward where he can to kiss Grey's throat, gripping his shoulders roughly so that he can hold his angle and keep himself from giving in to the temptation to just bury himself, to fuck and make this even more intense.

[silenttrainbaby]

But isn't fucking what they should be doing? Oh, this is a kind of exquisite torture. Grey's toes curl, his fingers dig in to Rat's arms. The ground is hard - solid - under his back.

[plaguedrat]

He takes Grey's hard touch as a signal, urging him to move harder and faster, to give in a little. God, he wants to so badly. All it takes is that little permission to hurry him on.