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It's been raining on and off all day and, finally, Granby gives up on trying to be productive. He abandons his sketchbook and sprawls on his bed instead, wounded arm pillowed under his head, hand resting on his belly. He dozes, idly and, somewhat inevitably, he thinks about Will. It's a pleasant enough way to spend an afternoon, even if he does feel worn tight in every muscle, like something waiting to explore.

The rain is almost enough to make him homesick.

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Laurence couldn't not react to a kiss like that. He kissed back eagerly, almost gladly. Despite certain highly apparent particulars, it was rather like being with Roland, no thinking, no questioning, just action easy enough to follow and anticipate. And that was very, very good.

He makes a soft sound against Laurence's mouth, pure want. His thumb smoothed against Laurence's pulse and he kissed him deeper, nudging his mouth open and, God, urging him on the whole time.

At that moment he was very glad that the bulk of his experience had been with an extremely forthright woman, as he doubted anyone else would have properly prepared him for this. It was heat and it was want and it was extremely indelicate and it was clear that neither of them cared. Laurence made an answering noise into the kiss, hands wrapping firmly around Granby's arms.

It's a step towards what he's wanted but it's not the whole.way there, not yet. His knee presses forward between Laurence's and, when he rolls his hips forward, there isn't any conscious thought behind it. His body goes on without him.

Laurence moved instinctively against the other man's movement, a low sound of approval in his throat. His body was now going on quite without his brain, not caring in the least about differences or consequences.

More than anything, what he wants is Laurence's body spread out beneath him, wants him naked and longing and his but, for now, he just wants to kiss him like this, just like this. His cock is well on its way to making itself known and, when he rocks forward against Laurence again, it's enough to make him moan.

The more physically obvious sign of Granby's interest gave him momentary pause, but he did not have much time to dwell on it. Luckily, Granby was keeping him occupied with other things, namely a good deal of kissing, and, as time went on and he grew bolder, a fair bit of exploratory touching on his end. One hand rested on the back of the other man's head, fingers tangling in curls, as his other hand continued gripping his arm almost hard enough to bruise.

It's already more than Laurence has touched him since they were stuck in Anahuarque's palace and it's all that Granby can do to keep moving despite the relatively chaste touches. He breaks the kiss again, all but gasping for breath.

"God, Will."

Laurence paused in his tracks, looking curiously at Granby. Was he somehow doing something wrong? He hadn't thought he was, but then, he hadn't truly been doing much thinking at all.

The look's enough to make him smile, crooked. He ducks his head.

"Please tell me I can take you to bed," he says, hoping, hoping. "Mine or yours. I don't care which."

For a short span of time there seemed to be an argument behind Laurence's eyes. But it was very brief and he nodded quickly, almost violently, before kissing Granby, making the move entirely on his own.

That's entirely new and it sends a thrill through Granby. He shivers. Still kissing Laurence, unable to stop, he starts to tug Laurence towards the open door of his bedroom.

Laurence followed eagerly, half-tripping over himself in his desire to follow, to do this, to not stop contact even for an instant. At any other time he might have wondered if the fact that all of his liaisons seemed to go along those same lines was evidence of some greater failing of his, always led and pushed, but, oh, always enjoying it in the end.

But those were thoughts for other times when he was not so... preoccupied.

Once they're through the door he breaks contact for just a second, long enough to peel the thin stuff of his shirt over his head. His fingers start in on Laurence's buttons, fumbling them open between kisses, fingers skimming over revealed skin.

At the break in contact, Laurence made a soft sound of disapproval, more an aching intake of breath than anything else, pressing towards Granby before beginning to help with his own buttons. Even in the midst of such a thing he still had enough mind about him to know that the other man did not treat clothing half as well as he did, even when suitable dress was such a precious commodity as it was on the island.

One handed, he's grateful for the help. He bends, kissing Laurence's neck and his collarbones, down over his chest, hand skimming the shape of his waist as he sinks down onto his knees in front of him.

That caused a thrill to shudder through Laurence's whole body. His hand reached down to touch Granby's hair, gentle as he could be despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to keep on just as rough and heedless as before.

The suddenly gentl touch is jarring, enough to make Granby huff a laugh as he fumbles Laurence's trousers open one handed.

"I won't break, Laurence," he says, yanking down first trousers and then underwear, laying Laurence bare in front of him. For a moment, he just stares; he's had Laurence's cock in his hand, yes, but seeing him stripped? It's different. He sways in on his knees and presses a kiss right against the flat on Laurence's belly.

Laurence shuddered slightly, he fingers in Granby's hair twisting. He felt exposed, almost more than was completely comfortable, despite the fact that both he and Granby had seen one another unclothed on multiple occasions. This was far more than that though.

The pull in his hair is good, and Granby groans softly, the hot, soft skin of Laurence's cock brushing against his cheek. He doesn't waste any more time, curling his fingers around Laurence, stroking once before he slides his mouth over the first inch.

At that warm touch, small and preliminary as it may have been, Laurence gasped, his grip on Granby tightening. Thankfully he had some experience with what was likely to come next, but that did not stop him from reacting as he did. Despite all of his earlier fretting and deliberations he wanted this, badly. After all, it had been a very, very long time since anything similar had occurred.

He doesn't waste any time. He's had enough practise at this to master his body, so he swallows Laurence as deep as he can, hand slipping down to cup his balls, squeezing gently. Laurence's fingers tight in his hair feel beyond wonderful. He moans and the sound comes out muffled.

"Good God, John."

It took Laurence a good deal of time to get that much out and even then he sounded shaken. Nothing he had done, no one he had ever been with, could quite have prepared him for that. It was of another class entirely.

For a long moment, Granby doesn't acknowledge that at all. There's no sound in the room but Laurence's ragged breathing, the liquid slide of Granby's mouth. His other arm rests against the wall, giving him support as he bobs his head. There are ways to drag this out, he knows that but, right now, he finds himself needy and desperate. Hungry.

Laurence was doing his utmost to hold onto a small measure of composure. Yes, he was in a somewhat delicate position, yes, Granby was incredibly good at what he doing, yes, he had already committed himself quite fully to this thing. But none of that meant that he had to play the part of a complete wanton. Though the longer that Granby continued as he was, the closer he came.

"John." He looked down. The other man showed no signs of stopping. "I--" He shuddered, just barely resisting the urge to thrust forwards. "John," he repeated, having apparently lost coherent speech.