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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 returned the kiss, noting the taste, but not realizing it for what it was until a while later. Realization made him blush anew, but he did not break away from Granby.

"Oh, God, Will," mumbles Granby, smudging the words into the kiss itself, hand resting against Laurence's bare thigh. "You'll be the death of me."

"I sincerely hope not," he answered, pulling away from the kiss enough to look Granby in the face. It was clear the other man was not finished with himself, but Laurence did not know precisely what he intended to do about it and he could not inquire outright.

He pauses for a moment, just looking at Laurence like he can't quite believe his luck. Then, very carefully, he stands up. It's awkward, one handed, but he's got smoother at it. He strips his jeans off, strips himself naked and stands there,ncheeksflushed but not through any sense of shame.

"You don't have to," he says, because that needs to be said, here. "But I'd very much prefer it if you did."

Laurence looked up at Granby, wetting his lips anxiously. While he had greatly enjoyed what had been offered to him, he very much doubted he could return the favor, both through lack of skill and a good deal of lingering reluctance. "I-- I am not certain I can. Not the way you might prefer it."

It takes Granby a moment to catch on but then he huffs a laugh, shaking his head.

"Let's not run before we can walk, shall we?" he says, getting on the and holding his hand out to Laurence. "Just come and lie down with me."

To say that he felt some relief would be an understatement, but luckily he did not let it show too much in his face. Instead, he took the offered hand and nodded, as calm and collected as he could be under the circumstances.

He's got Laurence's hand in his and, when they're both settled, he guides that hand to his hip.

"Simple might be better," he says. "We're in no particular rush."

"No rush at all," he repeated, though he was vaguely aware of the fact that it was still the middle of the day, a time hardly fit for such activities, or so he always believed. His hand rested lightly there on Granby's hip, still except for his thumb slowly stroking.

The slight,nlighttouch is maddening and Granby collapes against the pillow, idly chewing on his lip as he looks up at Laurence.

"This much, at least, you must have done for yourself," he says, one eyebrow raised. "Same as in the palace only now neither of us is drunk or married."

"Thank goodness for that," Laurence said in reply, choosing not to bring up the fact that Granby had been the one to be both of those things the last time while he had been entirely sober. With almost no hesitation he took Granby's cock in his other hand, trying to do the thing much as he would for himself.

His eyes immediately slip closed and he lets his breath out in a shaky sigh. He rolls his hips, once, pushing through the circle of Laurence's fingers.

"Slower," he says, fingers grazing the back of Laurence's hand. "Please."

Of course. Of course, Granby would want it slower, after all, when it came to his own relief Laurence usually tried to make it go as swiftly as possible, used as he was to a general lack of privacy for much of his life. "Sorry." He obligingly slowed down, watching Granby's face closely to judge his reactions.

Better. He bites his lip harder, trying to keep his movements to a minimum,

"That's good, Will," he says, nodding. "That's perfect."

The encouragement set Laurence smiling and his strokes grew steadier, more confident. He wanted to do this. He wanted to see Granby come and know that he was the one who had brought him to that state. The thought made his hands speed up for a moment, before he remembered himself and returned to his established rhythm.

It's been much more recent for him than it has been for Laurence but, despite that, it's not going to last long. He doesn't really want it to. He leans up, leans in, his mouth grazing against Laurence's, as much to breathe him in as anything. His hips are moving smoothly now, rocking forward against Laurence's hand, pressing into his grip.

Laurence wondered vaguely if he ought to be saying something. But he was no good at things like that, not when he was working hard enough just to get the motions right, and words could wait. Undoubtedly there were other things he might do. Emboldened by Granby's own movement, he leaned down for another kiss, his hand still moving steadily.

The novelty of Laurence being the one to lean in for a kiss hasn't worn off yet. Granby groans against his mouth, his fingers skimming up Laurence's arm to his bicep.

"1ould you believe," he says, voice a little breathy, "that I've dreamed of this exact thing?"

"Of this exactly?" Laurence looked at Granby with a somewhat doubting expression. He knew by his own admission that the other man had harbored feelings about him for some time, but he could not quite get used to the fact that they had apparently been so... detailed.

"Among...other things."

He leans in for another kiss but doesn't quite get there, his breath catching in a soft moan, his lips almost against Laurence's. His hand tightens on his arm.

"I...Forget I said it."

Though he very much doubted he would forget it any time in the near future, Laurence nodded his head and obligingly quit the subject. A man's private thoughts were his own and Laurence would respect his privacy and not intrude.

He pulls Laurence in for another kiss and then there's nothing but his body, friction and want and, when he comes, it feels almost wrung out of him, as he comes across Laurence's fingers and both of their bellies.

"Oh, Jesus."

Laurence smiled, nowhere near as smug as Granby's expression could be, but visibly pleased with himself nonetheless. He stayed right where he was for a brief time, gazing at Granby with a rather tender look before rising to go and find something to clean up with.

If there was a look on Laurence's face then Granby misses it entirely, still in the middle of it all. When Laurence gets up off the bed, Granby sprawls back against the pillow, hand across his eyes.

"Good lord, Will."

"It was satisfactory, then?" Laurence asked, returning to the bed to begin cleaning up. Even though he had lately finished an act that he would never have dreamed of doing with another man, let alone twice his mind was already on to matters of neatness.