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"I'm thinking we should probably get out of here," says Priestly when John's reaction is definitely not one that suggests Priestly is going too far. He slides his hand further under his shirt, so it rests just above his hip, and moves in close enough that their jaws are brushing up against one another. The feel of faint stubble against faint stubble is not one he's felt since Yorick, and he's missed it more than he realized. "Take our few successes and leave this for another day. Unless you just want to duck into the caves for a little while."

It would be so easy to turn his head, to press his lips against skin, but he doesn't. He drags in a shivering breath and nods. His shirt's open, but he feels completely naked in that moment.

"What's in the caves?" he asks.

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Priestly shifts, he adapts, he definitely does not stop. Maybe there are a dozen other things he wants to do to him but right now he's doing this and it's shot like a rocket to the top of the list. His knees are going to hurt like hell after and he doesn't care, he pushes them even harder into the ground as he pins John to the wall and swallows him as far as he goes.

He can't possibly last much longer. He can feel everything starting to unravel and he might have his hand in Priestly's hair but he's also not the one in control.

And it's glorious.
"Priestly," he breathes. "I can't. I won't...."
There isn't much longer.

Good, thinks Priestly, exactly like that: an emphatic voice saying 'good' in his head. If he's doing this right, John should be trembling and breathless and right on the edge right now, and he knows he's doing it right. He presses with the flat of his tongue, then flicks and swirls it and sucks him down again, one hand still grinding into his hip and the other between his legs, cupping and stroking his tightening balls.

It's too much; it's been so long and so little that he's starting to feel dizzy with it. He manages to keep his feet but only just and then he loses himself, completely. He comes into Priestly's mouth, eyes screwed tight.

Even though he knows it's coming, it still—always—takes him by surprise when it does. He grips him a little tighter, just for a moment, then lets a shudder go through himself, releasing all that tension, and moves back just enough to swallow.

He's known fellows that spit and never thought any less of them, but he feels a soft, not-at-all sated thrill go through him when Priestly swallows instead.

He swallows, forcing his eyes properly

He takes his time, then. Trying not to shoot off in his pants. Trying to catch his breath. Trying not to think about just how long it's been and how the hell did he ever go so long without that. He lets John rest in his mouth until he's nearly soft before leaning back on his heels and feeling a sharp ache go through his legs.

"Don't you dare," he murmurs, and he means comig or coming or going. He looks down at Priestly, kneeling at his feet. He's only just come but there's heat still at his core.

"You need to get out of those," he says, his foot nudging Priestly's thigh.

"I need a minute," says Priestly, and then looks up at John and grins sheepishly and wonders how one says 'if my pants brush against my cock I might come' without sounding like a loser. "I think my legs might've frozen in this position. You might have to just tip me over."

"Would you like it if I did?" he asks, eyes sliding down Prieslty's body again. "If I tipped and spread and took what I wanted?"

Priestly has to physically close his eyes and dig his fingernails into his own palm to keep from nearly coming just at the way he says that. And still, he knows his body visibly trembles, even in the dim light of the caves.

"Yes," he manages to finally get out. Nothing else. Just 'yes'.

It's a game that they're playing - the roles that they''ve fallen into...the look on Priestly's face. Granby's always been good at going whichever way the mood takes him. He grins.

"Maybe later. For now, though - Naked. If you please."

Priestly takes another few moments, then slowly shifts his body, stretching out his legs carefully because wow would a leg cramp be really inconvenient right now. Finally, once he's standing again, he wipes his palms against his shorts and then pushes them down to his ankles, kicking them off.

Granby's not entirely sure what's more distracting; the look on Priestly's face or the expanse of his tan skin or the evidence of his desire. For a long, lingering moment, Granby can't do anything other than look but then he's reaching out, curling his fingers around the back of Priestly's neck to pull him in, skin against skin.

"Tell me," he breathes, hot against Priestly's ear. "Tell me what you want right this moment. Tell me how you want it."

"Fast," says Priestly, without even thinking about it. He should say slow. He should say something about wanting it to last. But gut and instinct have taken over and the words just come as they will. "Fast. Hard. I want to feel it."

He'd already got his fingers curled around Priestly's cock, jerking with practised grace, fist sliding quickly, just this side of harsh. He swipes his thumb across the head, groans softly when it makes everything slicker.

"Tell me," he echoes. "I want to hear that you wish it was my cock that was going to do it. Tell me that's what you want."

He's barely even aware of what he's saying, he's so wrapped up.

Jesus H. Christ, and Priestly was worried that this guy was going to be conservative and old fashioned? Boy did he have the wrong end of it.

"I. Want. It. All," he says, not emphatically but with a gasp between each word. "I'm crap at dirty talk."

When it all comes down to it, Granby's had a lot of practise. He grins, leaning in to catch Priestly's mouth with his, rolling his wrist.

"You have to not think about it," he murmurs, lips brushing Priestly's. "Let it run away with you."

"How about noise?" he says, still punctuating with gasps. "I can do noise." And he does, leaning in with his lips against John's cheek, gasping and panting and letting out choked cries and hitched breaths and not holding any of it back.

"Noise is good," says Granby, who's almost always had to do this in silence. He misses his other hand, right then. He wishes he had his other hand still, wants to hold onto Priestly while he's stroking him, wants to curl his fingers around the back of his neck.

"Plenty of time to get to the rest."
Because he desperately wants to think that this isn't all he gets of this.

"And maybe on something other than rock," says Priestly, and then he laughs as much as he's able when he can barely catch his breath and clutches onto anything close at hand as John brings him off. He doesn't even warn him, he can't, one moment the sensation is building and the next it just explodes.

"I don't remember the last time I did this in a bed," he says and then Priestly comes and Granby's pressed so close that he feels it against belly and stomach.

He moans softly.

"There you are," he murmurs.

Priestly rests his forehead against John's shoulder and just breathes for a little while, until he starts to actually feel the cool and damp of the cave again.

"We're going to have a hell of a time finding our clothes in here," he says, then he lifts his head and looks and realizes what a disaster they've made of John's new shirt.

He huffs a laugh, warm against Priestly's skin and then follows it with a kiss, pressed against his temple.

"Lord," he says. "If I go shirtless, and Laurence sees me, he'll be scandalised for life."

"Hard to tell in here," says Priestly, "but if he sees you right now, he's probably going to scandalized by more than your shirtlessness."

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