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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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"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."

"I truly and honestly don't care," he says, and then he does curl his fingers around the back of Priestly's neck, pulling him in for a warm, wet kiss.

He imagines that he can still taste himself on the tip of Priestly's tongue.

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