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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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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.

Laurence continued, almost exploratory with his touches and very thorough. He wanted Granby to enjoy this thing almost more than he did himself.

Other than the little sounds that he makes when Laurence's hands brush across something particularly sensitive, Granby bites his lip. He's hard but its not pressing and he's content to let Laurence make his own choices, here.

After a what must have seemed an insufferably long time to Granby, Laurence's hand finally came down to grasp the length of him. He took a moment to adjust to the addition of a great deal of water, everything now wet and so very slick, making him want to go a bit fast once more, but he held back and remained steady. He would try to do this as Granby had.

It does seem like an insufferably long time. Laurence's fingers curl around him and Granby's breath comes in a soft, sharp gasp.

"God, Will," he says, shifting his hips just barely.

Laurence paused, looking up for a moment before going back to his task, a look of rather serious concentration on his face. He was going to do it correctly this time, Granby deserved that.

The look of concentration would be almost comical if what Laurence was doing with his hand didn't feel so damn wonderful. Granby rocks his hips, pressing into the touch.

His breath catches. His fingers skim against Laurence's shoulder.

Laurence was only vaguely aware of how foolish he must have looked, dripping wet, flushed, and as focused as a freshly arrived midshipman trying to preform some new task for the first time. Granby sounded and acted as though he appreciated his efforts, but a part of Laurence wanted more.

To Granby's mind, Laurence didn't look foolish at all. Not even a little. His fingers curl around the back of Laurence's neck, pulling him into a kiss, wanting more of Laurence, wanting him closer.

Laurence returned the kiss enthusiastically, not pausing in his touches even for a moment. The reactions he was getting from Granby were all well and good, yet a part of him wanted to hear those same noises from earlier in the evening and know that he was the cause.

No sounds, not yet, but his breath does catch against Laurence's lips, a little whimper, his hips jerking forward. It's all verging on too much - wet skin gone slick and Laurence's grip and his mouth and the heat of everything together.

At that, Laurence added a soft sound of his own to the kiss. It was good. Despite years of tutoring and training to be an articulate, well-spoken gentleman, good was truly the only word that he could think of to describe that moment. Everything was good.

It's becoming more and more difficult to maintain any sense of decorum. His hand skims over Laurence's wet skin, looking for purchase and finding it against his hip before moving again, fingers grazing against the length of Laurence's cock as they kiss.

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