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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.