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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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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.

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"It's just a case of trying things, I suppose," says Granby, thoughtfully. He leans in for a kiss, slowly and thorough and deep, mostly because he can and he's not sure that he's ever had Laurence so willing and pliable in his arms before.

"Everything I've ever done has been so helter-skelter. It's something of a relief to have the time to be methodical, if I want."

Laurence thought back to his own experiences with women, most of which had been rather rushed in pace as well. The opportunity to take things slowly was something of a nice change compared to that. "Well, as I am fairly certain that neither of us has any pressing business to attend to, I suppose you may take a good deal of time, if you wish."

"That sounds awfully like permission, Laurence," says Granby, teasing gently. "Are you sure that you want to give me that much free rein?"

"I trust you, John," Laurence said, looking Granby straight in the eyes with a bit of a smile, but still serious. It was the truth. What better answer could he give?

"That's your first mistake," says Granby but there's a world of emotion in the look he gives Laurence. "What happened to very small steps?"

He leans in for a kiss, hand grazing against Laurence's hip.

"I trust that you will remember it," he replied simply before moving to return the kiss. And he did put absolute faith in that statement. After all, Granby was as much a gentleman as he, though of a slightly different kind.

He'll do his level best, which isn't saying mich with Laurence spread out naked and all but entirely under him.

He groans softly, kissing down Laurence's throat. "There's so much that I'd like to do to you."

Laurence's head tilted back as Granby's kisses moved across his throat. It was an automatic motion, instinctive. A hand came up to rest against Granby's side as he made a small, contented sound of pleasure in the back of his throat.

It's difficult for John to decide what comes first. He's rarely had Laurence so pliable and it's somewhat dizzying. His habd skims down Laurence's belly, slipping between his thighs to cup his balls as Granby's mouth works against smooth skin.

At that Laurence made another noise in the back of his throat, glancing up at Granby a bit curiously. It was not that he had any particular complaint against Granby's actions, far from it in fact, but they had just finished something very much along those lines, had they not? Though still relatively unused to such affairs, Laurence found it a bit difficult to believe that he was endeavoring to repeat it so soon.