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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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"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.

Laurence nearly collapsed against Granby once it was over completely, breathing hard and heavy. "Good Lord, John," he repeated, somewhat unnecessarily before kissing him once more, slower now.

Kissing him gently, Granby shifts his grip, fingers sliding against Laurence's belly to his hip and pushing him to lie on his back.

"Stay there," he says, lifting his head for a moment before he starts kissing down Laurence's chest.

It was an easy enough command to obey, as Laurence was fairly certain that he had no more energy to rouse himself than he had energy to go off and fight a duel. After a moment or so he did lift his head to look at Granby though.

He lifts his head, meeting Laurence's eye and grinning before he puts his mouth back on his skin, kissing his way down until he gets to the come splashed on his belly and then sucking, lightly.

He groans, softly. He almost never had chance to do things like this before the island.

Laurence was torn between the part of him that was utterly scandalized by Granby's current behavior and the part of him that, somewhat shamefully, found it to be something of an enjoyable image and sensation. "John, I--"

"I know," he murmurs, but his mouth stays busy against the yielding muscles of Laurence's belly. "It's appalling behaviour. I don't care."

He dips his tongue into Laurence's navel.

Laurence resisted the urge to reach down and twine his fingers in Granby's hair as he moved. It was, however, something of a close thing. He would trust Granby to continue as he would, though he was no longer certain of what direction that path would take, if he had ever been certain at all.

Once he's satisfied that he's got most of it, he comes back up the bed again, pressing a kiss against Laurence's mouth.

He returned the kiss almost automatically, tasting himself on Granby. It was enough to turn him even more red than before, a little out of shame, but mostly from something undefinable and far stronger. That something that kept him kissing back.

That reaction, that deeper kiss, is entirely pleasing and Granby makes a pleased sound against Laurence's lips.

Granby's sound was echoed by Laurence as he pulled Granby closer. In that moment, he was entirely, utterly satisfied.

Granby's got no plans to stop just yet, especially when Laurence is tugging him closer and making sounds like that. His fingers push into Laurence's hair, holding him to it.

He kept kissing a while longer before pulling back as far as Granby's hold would let him, looking at him with a satisfied smile. "That was... quite enjoyable, John."

"Only quite?" asks Granby, arching an eyebrow. "Jesus, Will. I shall have to try harder."

"Of course not," Laurence said, not wanting Granby to think his efforts had not been more than satisfactory, though the vague idea of what his trying harder might entail was enough to send a tiny shiver through him.

He's grinning as he leans in, taking another kiss, his hand sliding along the length of Laurence's thigh to pull it a little higher on his hip, drawing their bodies closer together.

"And what would you like best, I wonder," he says, playing at musing.

"I can honestly say that I have no idea," he replied. That smile on Granby's face was very familiar, but he was left with very little courses to what it might possibly foretell. But he trusted Granby nonetheless.

Edited 2012-09-17 00:49 (UTC)