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[rage_andlove]

The narrow room looks pretty different from the way it did the last time he brought Neil back here. Tunny doesn't dwell on it; people tell him that his shit'll come back, and he's hanging his hopes on that. Neil's was right: he's freezing by the time they get back and he wastes not time before he's reaching in to pull Neil in close against him,

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[little_moons]

Smiling crookedly, I stick close, my forehead resting against his and my hand slipping up between so I can work open the buttons on his waistcoat.

"Yeah, me too," I say, and maybe it sounds like a line, and it is, to a point, but right now there's not really anyplace else I'd rather be.

[rage_andlove]

Shrugging out of his jacket as Neil works on his buttons, Tunny cradles his face with both hands and pulls him into a kiss. It definitely sounded like a line, from both of them, but here they are. And he doesn't want Neil anywhere, right then, but pressed in tight against him.

[little_moons]

Popping open the last button, I shove both his jacket and waistcoat off his shoulders, the heavy fabric catching on his elbows. I've got his tie off, half the buttons on his shirt already open, when I tear my mouth away from his, latching to the crook of his neck and stepping backward toward the bed.

[rage_andlove]

Off-balance, he's pulling at Neil's clothes, pushing one hand inside his half-open shirt, edge of his thumb grazing over one nipple as his other hand presses into Neil's dark hair. The backs of his legs hit the bed and he sits, pulling Neil with him.

[little_moons]

Pulling back just far enough to shrug out of my jacket and waistcoat, I let out a shutter of a sigh, sitting astride his lap and tipping his face up into another kiss.

"Fuck," I breathe, rocking my hips down against his, our dicks half hard and grinding against each other.

[rage_andlove]

One hand is still inside Neil's shirt, the other on the mattress, supporting his weight. He rocks his hips, pushing back against Neil and he scrapes Neil's nipple with the edge of his thumb before he pinches, lightly.

[little_moons]

"Jesus," I gasp, scrambling at the last of his shirt buttons and shoving the fabric out of the way, my hand dropping to his waistband, wasting no time at all.

"God, I hate these fuckin' clothes," I laugh, stopping to open the cuffs of my shirt.

[rage_andlove]

Neil's hands are busy with his shirt and Tunny's hands drop to his waistband, starting to unbutton his pants. The heel of Tunny's hand grazes against the hard line of his dick. He fumbles his hand inside, curling his fingers around Neil's dick and stroking. He leans in, pressing a kiss against Neil's bare chest.

"I want to fuck you," he mumbles.

[little_moons]

"You better," I gasp, hips bucking, my teeth catching my bottom lip and muffling a helpless moan.

Stripping the rest of the way of my shirt, I toss it aside, reaching into my pocket and tossing a rubber onto the sheets. One of the few things that's stayed the same around here, thank God.

His hand is firm and confident around my dick, and I flash him a crooked grin and say, "You're gettin' the hang of this."

[rage_andlove]

Looking up at Neil, watching him all but squirm, it just encourages Tunny. He strokes, swiping his thumb across the head of Neil's dick. Last time, it was Neil on top, Neil in charge, but, this time, Tunny's feeling bolder.

He leans up, pressing a kiss to the underside of Neil's jaw.

"How do you like it?"

[little_moons]

It's always been a tough question for me to answer. Even after all these years, my instinct is still to say whatever. Whatever you want. Whatever you're paying for.

"Was hopin' you'd fuck me 'til I can't fuckin' see straight," I murmur, teeth catching on his bottom lip. "Just do it. Don't ask fuckin' questions."

[rage_andlove]

For a moment, the possibility is slightly dizzying, but then he takes his hand away from Neil's dick, skimming his hands down Neil's sides and back, squeezing his ass. He slaps the underside of his thigh.

"Pants off," he says, leaning his weight back on his hands. "And then...get back in my lap?" He winces, slightly, at the note of question. "Definitely in my lap."

[little_moons]

With a sly grin, I get unsteadily to my feet, kicking off my shoes and then stripping out of my pants and underwear in one go. When I climb back onto his lap, I'm completely naked, dick heavy and hard and my hair hanging down over my face as I lean over him, lips hovering just above his.

"Like this?" I ask, playing at innocence, which is pretty hilarious, the way I'm spread out and eager above him.

[rage_andlove]

"Exactly like that," he says, biting his lip and then leaning up to press another kiss to his mouth. Neil's naked and Tunny's decidedly not, which is somehow hotter. While Neil was stripping, he'd retrieved a little bottle that'll do as lube.

"Gimme your hand," he says. "I want to watch you get yourself ready."

[little_moons]

"God... Yeah, okay," I murmur, holding out my hand, and the wool of his trousers is rough on the back of my thighs, but somehow, that's even hotter than if he was completely naked.

[rage_andlove]

It doesn't take long to get his fingers slick and slippery and then Tunny's leaning back on his elbows so that he can get a better view. He looks at Neil in his lap, skinny and naked, lovely, wanting.

It's fucking beautiful.

"Go on, then."