The portal leads to a park that has been very obviously neglected. "My building's about a block away," Garret mutters, digging through his pockets for a cigarette. He needs one, just now. "You mind smoke?"
Cyric is starting to have problems controlling his body; it's taking considerable effort not to nibble the man's neck. He starts estimating distance and time and figures he can handle a block and however many stairs they end up climbing. "Not at all; not like it's going to kill me," he murmurs in reply.
"Good." He lights up, hands shaking a little from nervousness and suppressing the urge to just jump this man here and confusion as to why he wants to. "So, wanna tell me 'bout yourself a little?"
He inhales the smell of the smoke, the odor of that pollen still strong in his nose, and only just keeps from pressing his nose to the human's skin. He's also a little confused why he wants to kiss Garret so badly; he hasn't wanted this in years, why does he want it now? "Not much to say. Only child, and my parents died a long time ago. The man I now call father took me in after that. Did some mercenary work for a while and now I redistribute resources for my boss." Which is the severely-truncated and technically-true version. "What about you?"
His skin tingles and he wants, wants Cyric to kiss his skin, to feel those lips he keeps casting furtive vlances at when he thinks Cyric isn't watching--and then it turns out he is and Garret keeps frowning because he's embarrassed and looking away.
"Twin brother. Stayed at home, I left when I was young, the hometown, I just had to get out, yanno?" He smiles crookedly at him.
Warm and sweaty and starting to drip, just a little, just around his temples. "Hn. Ah. All right," he gasps after a minute, adjusting his grip on Cyric's back. "S-slow, please?" Normally he'd kick himself in the nuts rather than hear that begging tone in his voice but this is a special case.
He leans his head up to lick that sweat off his temples, smoothing back his hair. He hums at the taste, nodding a little. "Slow." Almost everything in his body screams otherwise, but he (strangely) doesn't want to hurt Garret. "Hrng... dig into my back... mmmmuch as you need to." He moves his hips slowly, back and forth.
The welts won't be there for long, any pain from it pushed to the back of his mind, and he slips his hand around Garret's cock, rolling his thumb over the head.
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"Twin brother. Stayed at home, I left when I was young, the hometown, I just had to get out, yanno?" He smiles crookedly at him.
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