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[willbewonderful]

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Duck peels himself away from Geoffrey, snatching up his hand to tug him along the side of the building. It's dark, and the shadows are deep and tempting, but if they stop again they're gonna stay, and that won't do

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[legendarymadman]

"Don't worry," says Geoffrey, just as grabby as Duck is, already sliding a hand up under Duck's shirt. God, he's missed this, he's missed how easy this is, with them. "If you put in a window, the first thing I'd do is make you a blind."

[willbewonderful]

"We're so fucking domestic," Duck breathes, fisting his hands in Geoffrey's own loose shirt to tug him close. And they are. Even after a month and a half of everything off its kilter, it feels good to have Geoffrey like this, good and right, talking about sewing and fucking and it's that thought that has Duck pressing an easy kiss to Geoffrey's lips. He'll get his shirt off soon enough.

[legendarymadman]

Geoffrey's never doubted it, not once, but it's still nice to have some evidence that Duck wants him just as much as he always did. "We need to start keeping cushions in here," he says, one hand still under Duck's shirt, the other sliding down the back of his pants, "if you think we might make a habit of this."

[willbewonderful]

"Might," says Duck, "Might just have to stay upright." He yanks Geoffrey's shirt up and undoes his belt, jerking at the touch of Geoffrey's hand. "Has it been a long time?" he breathes. "Feels like forever."

[legendarymadman]

"Too long," says Geoffrey, pausing a moment to just press in close, to breathe deeply at Duck's throat to remind himself of the smell of him, to feel Duck's warm, breathless body in his arms. "Never going to wait that long again."

[willbewonderful]

"I'm sorry I been distant," says Duck, unable to stop a soft roll of his hips when Geoffrey draws them together. "It doesn't mean - " He sighs and presses his forehead into the crook of Geoffrey's shoulder, slipping his hands beneath Geoffrey's shirt and to the smooth skin of his back. "You know it doesn't mean anything."

[legendarymadman]

"It means you're human," says Geoffrey, sliding his hands around front to work on opening Duck's pants. "And I like you that way. We don't have to be perfect to be... perfect for each other. Jesus, is it me or did you crazy-glue your pants closed this morning?"

[willbewonderful]

"The damn clasp sticks," Duck grunts, reaching between them to try to help out. All it does is bring him in closer contact with the heat radiating from Geoffrey, and Duck groans outright, shifting his attention to Geoffrey's pants instead. "If you wore pants that fit we wouldn't have to dick around with a damn belt."

[legendarymadman]

"I'm not the one who apparently put a chastity belt on this morning," says Geoffrey, laughing against Duck's throat and then sighing in relief when he finally gets into his pants. "It's like Christmas. I just want to tear the wrapping off and get at my present."

[willbewonderful]

"Well, spare the shirt," says Duck, doing his best to shrug out of it. "I just got it out of the box this morning and it's my colour."

Grinning, he shoves his hand down the front of Geoffrey's pants, hissing at the sudden, shocking heat against his palm. "God, Geoffrey."

[legendarymadman]

"Jesus," breathes Geoffrey. "You don't want me to tear your shirt and then you go and do that?" It takes all his concentration to get Duck out of it without tugging, tearing, or biting it out of his way. He saves the biting for Duck's earlobe as he reaches into Duck's pants in return.

[willbewonderful]

Duck stumbles forward, trapping Geoffrey between him and the workbench. "This thing served us pretty well before, eh?" he murmurs, finally, finally succeeding in yanking Geoffrey's shirt over his head. He presses in after, hot skin of their torsos flush, and kisses Geoffrey deep enough to suck the air from his own lungs.

[legendarymadman]

With a kid around the house now, Geoffrey hopes it'll serve them not only now, but many times in the future. "So what do you want?" he says, his voice low, his hand curling around Duck's cock and stroking slowly. He's up for anything, anything, as long as it's something.

[willbewonderful]

Duck pushes his knee between Geoffrey's legs, heavy work boots kicking them further apart. "What do you think?" he breathes.

[legendarymadman]

"I think you want me," says Geoffrey, stroking hard and slow, "which means I should stop before this gets too far." But he doesn't, just meets Duck's eyes and keeps going.

[willbewonderful]

Duck's breath hitches along with his hips, and he wraps his fingers around Geoffrey's hard enough to bruise. "Or you want me to stop you," he says. "Is that it?"