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There is always paperwork to be done. Granby has handwriting typical of an Aviator - educated by the Corps from the age of seven, there had always been more exciting things to do than practising making letters, especially once he'd started to show promise as a Mid. It's not that it's illegible, just that it's a bit of a scrawl and he does have a tendency to spread the words out more than they maybe need to be. Still, he's grateful of something to be doing, something to keep his mind occupied. He's been aware of being something of a scrub for the last week or so, but it really is impossible, unable to tell what way Laurence is going to go from one minute to the next.

Files? Are much easier to predict.

Granby glances up towards the clock. Not long until dinner, but time to finish what he's doing.

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"Well, thank God for that," says Granby, reaching for him, tugging him down for a kiss, fingers against the side of his neck. "I suppose you've completely lost interest in the other?"

He's teasing. He sincerely hopes that Laurence has not lost interest.

"Not completely," Laurence replied, knowing the teasing for what it was and smiling the slightest bit even as he returned Granby's kiss. Despite how exposed they both were, he did not feel half as uncomfortable as he might have otherwise.

"I'm going to show you," he says, quietly, but firm - sounding exactly like he knows what he's doing. "How do do that when you've got time. How to take your time. Because I want to be like this, Will. I want to spend time like this."

The backs of his fingers skim against Laurence's bare belly.

Laurence shivered slightly at the touch, nodding and looking Granby full in the eyes, unwavering. He trusted him completely in this and most every other thing, and knew beyond doubt that Granby would not steer him false. It was comforting to know that at least one of them knew precisely what they were meant to be doing.

The shiver is good and, this time, it's the length o Laurence's cock that he grazes with his fingers. He swallows, glancing down between their bodies.

"I understand, you know," he says, quietly. "I've spent my whole life rushing. But...I ind myself wanting to take my time over you."

Laurence shivered once more at that, harder that time, his mouth falling open in a small gasp. He was uncertain of how to reply to Granby's words or if he was even meant to.

Honestly, he wasn't expecting Laurence to answer him. He kisses along the other man's jaw, curling his fingers around him and stroking, slowly.

"Seems we both suddenly have all the time in the world, Will."

They did. For the first time in quite a long time, Laurence had no near constant demands on his time. It was strange, however, if the newfound free time was to be spent in a manner such as this, he was sure he could adapt himself to it rather readily.

"It appears we do," he answered, one hand curled around Granby's upper arm, the other resting on the bed near his thigh.

"Does that feel good?" asks Granby, sure that it does but testing his boundaries, tightens his grip for emphasis.

Laurence bit back on the sudden sound that Granby's action produced from him, but only just in time. Unwilling to trust his mouth, he nodded, fingers tightening in response on the other man's arm.

It's his eventual aim to have Laurence makes sounds like that without biting back on them, especially when they're in the privacy of their own home, but, right then, he'll take what he can get.

He shifts his grip, stroking Laurence slowly, mouth against his skin, sucking lightly.

The small groan came back unbidden before Laurence could stop it, and, though he flushed a little darker, he did not appear as embarrassed as he might have been. He shifted towards Granby, into the touch of both his hand and mouth.

Granby can't help the small flicker of triumph that he feels, not at the small sound and not at the way that Laurence presses closer. He keeps the movements of his hand slow but steady, just this side of maddening.

For a time, Laurence was able to keep himself under control, but Granby was very persistent and very thorough, and before long his hips pressed towards the other man once again, seeking something, anything more.

The shift of Laurence's hips is another small victory and Granby almost gets carried away, gives Laurence exactly what he clearly wants...

But he's also got a point to make, and he keeps his hand slow, teeth nipping at Laurence's shoulder.

Laurence shudders, both of his hands on Granby now, just trying to feel, to have contact with some part of him. "John, please--" The rest of the sentence died on his lips. He did not know entirely what he wanted. Just more. Something, anything more.

It's enough to send a jolt straight through him - to hear Laurence all but beg him like that. He takes mercy, though, tightening his grip, stroking a little faster as he presses a kiss against the corner of Laurence's mouth.

"Still good?"

"Yes," Laurence said, his breathing a bit ragged, shifting into the touch and trying hard to catch Granby's mouth for a proper kiss. "Yes, John. Very good."

The rock of Laurence's hips is spectacular and Granby finds himself watching, for a second before he lifts his head and presses his mouth against Laurence's.

Laurence kissed him back almost hungrily, seemingly seeking to get as much from the experience as possible. He may not have been entirely certain of what he wanted, but he knew that this was most definitely a part of it.

The kiss is enough to leave him breathless, his cock on its way to getting hard again but not enough to distract him. He changes his grip slightly, stroking the full length of Laurence's cock with quick motions. There's no sound in the room except for their breathing, and skin on skin and the distant sound of the waves.

It was good, far more than good really, and the longer that it continued the less capable Laurence was of controlling himself. "John, I--" He bit his lip once more, swallowing back what would have been a louder sound of pleasure than those that had come before.

He wishes that he had two hands still, wishes that he could be touching Laurence with both, but he can't and he doesn't, so he makes do with what he's got. He squeezes gently, kissing Laurence's jaw.

It isn't much longer before Laurence comes with a strangled groan, holding back most of the noise only at the last moment and even then not entirely succeeding. "Lord, John..."

Granby can in no way help the triumphant grin as Laurence comes, spilling hot over his belly. Granby kisses his again, hard, his hand still moving, coaxing him through the last of it.