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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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"I'm sorry, Will," says Granby, gentle and genuine, leaning to press a kiss against Laurence's temple, another against the corner of his mouth. "I forget that your idea of 'slow' might be very different from mine."

He pauses for a second and then rolls off the bed, offering his hand.

"Come on. I have an idea."

Determined to preserve some dignity, Laurence rolled over and off of the bed with the minimum amount of assistance from Granby's offered hand. He did not know what the other man had in mind, but presumably it was to be slower, as he had said.

Once they were both standing, Granby pulls Laurence in against him, pressing the lines of their bodies together, arm curling around Laurence's neck, a touch possessive.

Laurence relaxed into the touch, fairly at ease, but still very much himself, blushing and just a bit uncertain. It was not by any means a bad sensation, this almost intense closeness with another human being, especially after his having gone for such a long span of time without it, indeed without even a pale reflection of it.

He shamelessly grinds his hips forward against Laurence before he pulls away. He turns and walks towards the back of the hut, where there's an open door, a little shower-room. Which, honestly, might be his favourite modern thing to date.

He turns the water on and steps under it.

"C'mon then."

Laurence followed. Though he did not personally agree with a good many of the island's 'modern' trappings, the shower was one that he had come to adapt to fairly readily, in spite of its queerness.

The pressure's not anything to write home about and, honestly, Granby misses the hot baths back at Loch Lagan. He pulls Laurence into him, under the warm water.

For a time he simply stood there, letting the water rush over him, enjoying the feel of it. After a few moments, he kissed Granby, one hand resting lightly on his arm.

The kiss is good, different, with the water sluicing over them, making skin slippery and warm. Gently, he nudges Laurence back against the wall.

Laurence went back easily, putting up no real resistance to Granby's directing him. For, though he may have outranked the man and may have been older as well, he was smart enough to give precedence to experience in such a situation.

He doesn't waste any time before he's pressing against Laurence again, the flat planes of their bodies. He arches an eyebrow, grinning.

"Nearly ready to go again?" he says, asking though he can feel the proof of it himself.

"I do not think it may be entirely out of the question," Laurence answered, meeting Granby's almost devilish grin with a carefully impassive expression and tone. It might have been more effective and believable had his body not betrayed him by furiously blushing even as he spoke.

Laurence's blush isn't the only part of his body that's betraying him. Granby shifts, slightly, hand sliding down Laurence's belly, grazing against his cock bt not settling.

That barest, teasing touch was enough to put all possible doubts to rest. Laurence almost wanted to grab Granby's hand and try directing it where he would, but he did not, instead remaining still, his breath a bit unsteady, hands at his sides, and trusting that Granby had some better thing in mind.

Granby's hand came to rest against Laurence's hip, keeping him close as his lips graze against his jaw, close to his ear.

"I do wish you'd tell me what you want, Will," he says, quietly, almost a whisper.

"If I knew-- If I was able to put it forth in words I would tell you," he replied, voice low, turning his head to try to catch Granby's mouth for a proper kiss.

He kisses him, leans into it, in no particularly hurry now that they're in the shower. His fingers graze against Laurence's skin.

"So show me instead."

"I am not certain even that would be adequate," Laurence said, but he nonetheless moved forward to kiss Granby once more. It was a slow kiss, he had said that he wanted things to go slowly, but heated and a bit fierce.

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It's something, enough to make Granby shiver, down his spine and all the way to his cock.

"That's perfect," he murmurs.

Laurence made a muffled noise in the affirmative and continued kissing, pressing his body against Granby now, gripping him with slick hands, moving off the wall, moving the other man where he wanted to go this time even if it was not very far.

Granby is completely pliable, pushed against Laurence snuggly, utterly willing to be moved. He kisses him deeply, a small soft sound creeping out past his lips.

Eventually, Laurence's kisses slipped lower, kissing along the line of his jaw and down his throat, moving slowly. There was no hurry now and he was determined to take as much time as he pleased.

His back is against the wall, his hand against Laurence's shoulder. He tips his head back, face to the spray, giving Laurence all the room he wants and all the time he needs.

And take his time he did, seemingly prepared to explore nearly every inch of Granby that he could reach with mouth or hands. If was the sort of thing that he might happily continue for quite some time if not interrupted.

He makes a soft, breathless sound as Laurence's hands roam over him, determined to let him touch wherever and whatever he wants.