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]

When Grey darts toward him, Rat closes his arms around the other boy and falls back into the grass, holding him tight in his grip.

[silenttrainbaby]

There's a moment when Grey toys at getting away, but he wants more than he does to play and he pecks little kisses at Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

Rat keeps one arm locked securely around Grey's middle. Not enough to actually hurt him, but if Grey tries to squirm away again, Rat will stop him. He doesn't think he has the patience for games, not when Grey is so close and he can feel him.

[silenttrainbaby]

He can feel him most certainly. He can feel Grey's straining erection, feel how his kisses change and deepen become more questing.

[plaguedrat]

Again, Rat nods, inviting Grey between kisses as the answer to his questions. They're free to enjoy themselves.

[silenttrainbaby]

As they kiss, Grey rolls them so that he is on his back, his legs spreading instinctively, hooking his ankles around Rat's slender hips.

[plaguedrat]

Rat exhales and looks down at Grey, admiring his lean form and how good it looks sprawled beneath him. He traces his fingertips up Grey's chest and throat, along his jaw, asking silently what it is he wants to do and how they should do it.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey rocks his hips up, giving Rat permission and urging. His cock lies hard against his belly.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods, kissing at Grey's jaw, up to his ear to whisper. "How do you want it?" It's almost too loud, no matter how quietly he asks.

While he waits for an answer, he slides a hand over Grey's chest, tracing over his ribs and slowly down.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey catches Rat's chin, so their eyes meet. Face to face. He wants to look into Rat's eyes when they are like this. To see how it feels, to show Rat how it feels. Like this. There are goosepimples on his arms.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods and turns to the jacket he discarded last night, thinking he'll have something to make this comfortable, good.

Searching through the pockets with his fingertips, Rat turns back to Grey to kiss him.

[silenttrainbaby]

Spit for slickness is what Grey is used to. Between kisses, he watches what Rat is doing, curious but not alarmed.

[plaguedrat]

They're in luck. Rat finds a few small tubes of ointment and lotion that Shion had stuffed into his jacket when he'd cut the bullet out of him. It's been a while since but apparently he never thought to check...taking it for granted that Shion wouldn't have been so thoughtful.

Taking a few of the samples in his hand, he moves back over Grey, contemplating what will work best.

[silenttrainbaby]

Reaching for one of them, Grey holds it, smells it, his brows drawn in question. What is this?

[plaguedrat]

"It'll make things easier," he explains, trying not to be perturbed that Grey hasn't ever used any of it before. The more of the picture of the train he draws in his mind, the less Rat likes it.

[silenttrainbaby]

It will? How? Grey is watching Rat closely, as he lets the package fall, rubbing a palm against his erection.

[plaguedrat]

Rat tears one packet open and squeezes the contents into his palm to warm against his palms. One hand slides around him, slick as he moves. The other he moves between Grey's legs, eyebrows raised again in question.

[silenttrainbaby]

Shivering, Grey nods, pulling his knees up closer to his chest.

[plaguedrat]

Rat watches for his reactions as he tests one finger into Grey, keeping his motions careful. He likes watching Grey's face, the warmth and curiosity in his eyes. It makes him want to make this good.

[silenttrainbaby]

It doesn't take much for Grey's head to fall back, a low gasp escaping. Rat is gentle; it makes him want more.

[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.