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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."