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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."

[legendarymadman]

"I want you," says Geoffrey, his breath coming hard, "to make it very clear what you want from me." And he definitely doesn't mean by talking about it.

[willbewonderful]

Duck grabs the front of Geoffrey's open pants and yanks them down, not even letting Geoffrey all the way out of them before he's spinning Geoffrey around to face the work table.

"This is a fair hint?" he asks, dropping to his knees, kissing a path up the back of Geoffrey's bare thigh.

[legendarymadman]

"Crystal clear," murmurs Geoffrey, his voice trembling just enough to be noticed. He spreads his legs as wide as they'll go with his pants still around his ankles.

[willbewonderful]

Duck's kisses stop when he reaches the sudden, warm swell of Geoffrey's ass. It's a beautiful ass, especially full and round for a man and just the sort of ass Duck had had wet dreams about growing up. Only fits that it'd have walked into his adult life worn by an unsuspecting Geoffrey.

"I ever tell you how I much I love your ass?" Duck breathes, biting the place where thigh gives way to it.

[legendarymadman]

"Usually your appreciation is... decidedly non-verbal," says Geoffrey, hissing a little when Duck's teeth sink into his skin, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his groin. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

[willbewonderful]

Duck rubs his hands up and over it. Geoffrey's ass looks smooth and perfect, but this close Duck can see every tiny hair raising beneath his fingertips.

Duck bites him again, fumbling blindly for the leather working oil he knows is nearby. Thank god for new hobbies. "I could write you a poem," Duck breathes, ghosting a slick finger between Geoffrey's cheeks, "but I bet you'd rather I did this."

[legendarymadman]

"No more poems," says Geoffrey, biting down hard on his lip as Duck's finger slides into him. God, he knew he was missing this, but sometimes you don't know just how much until you have it again. "More of that. Jesus."