hi Rache

[inhandcuffs]

Room 390.

Sherlock Holmes is not here.

The decor is very modern, very sleek, very black-and-white. Stark isn't interested in it; he's interested in kissing Rache, which he hasn't done since, oh, they left the stairwell at the third floor.

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[tohearthesound]

Ages and ages ago, that stairwell.

"Lovely place you have here," Rache murmurs.

(He hasn't even looked.)

[inhandcuffs]

"Mmmhmm."

Kisses.

"It's great."

More kisses.

"Wanna see the bedroom?"

Terribly unsubtle kisses.

[tohearthesound]

"It would only be right."

Kisses.

"To get the full tour."

[inhandcuffs]

"Mmmhmmm."

He breaks away only far enough to start leading Rache down the short hallway.

[tohearthesound]

Rache follows right on his heels, trying to lay a kiss on the back of Stark's neck as they go.

[inhandcuffs]

If he perseveres through the first few misses, Stark will turn around and kiss him properly when he finally succeeds, half a step past the open door of the bedroom.

[tohearthesound]

Ah, the joys of perseverance.

Rache is not looking much at the bedroom, either.

[inhandcuffs]

Neither is Stark, but the bed is a pretty big target. If they keep walking they'll hit it eventually.

See?

[tohearthesound]

Rache's breath huffs out when his legs hit the bed. He falls and pulls Stark down with him.

[inhandcuffs]

Stark follows happily enough. Rache doesn't mind being straddled and thoroughly kissed, does he?

[tohearthesound]

Not in the slightest.

His hands slide up beneath Stark's shirt and over his back, pulling him closer.

[inhandcuffs]

He makes a happy sound, breaking away from the kiss-not far; just far enough to nuzzle Rache's cheek, in fact. The contrasting textures of facial hair are interesting.

[tohearthesound]

It does not tickle.

(Rache refuses to admit that it tickles.)

He nips at Stark's ear.

[inhandcuffs]

"Mm," he says appreciatively, and turns his head to give Rache a proper kiss again. With nibbles.

[tohearthesound]

Rache lets his mouth fall open, inviting.

His nails scrape over Stark's shoulder blades.

[inhandcuffs]

Moaning softly, he slides his tongue between Rache's lips.