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He has never been a good patient. He becomes impatient and twitchy, hates the requirement to rest and spend hours in bed. The wound in his shoulder has already started to heal, itching fiercely. He's done his best to stay put, to mind Laurence when he's told but, after a week, enough is enough.

"I can't bear this a moment longer," he says, collapsing into a chair and huffing a sigh.

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"I meant what I said before," he said, reaching for Laurence's hand again, needing that point of contact between them. "I can walk you through it if...if you don't know..."

Laurence frowned slightly, shaking his head. "I am not so helpless, John. I was merely-- taken aback momentarily by your phrasing. Not by the request." It had made the whole thing sound so illicit and crude, with very little real emotion behind it, at least to Laurence's ears.

"I'm sorry," he said, brows drawing together briefly, cheeks flushing as he stares unhappily at Laurence's face for a second.

"That's...what it's always been," he said. "But...it's not what I want it to be with you. Not all. Does that make sense?"

"Yes." Laurence nodded, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Granby's lips. "I believe I understand." He kissed him again, a bit deeper this time.

He felt vulnerable, suddenly, in a way he'd almost never felt around Laurence before. His hand was trembling slightly as it cradled the side of Laurence's neck.

He paused, pulling back enough to look at the other man's face. The tremble in his hand worried him. "Are you quite all right, John?"

"I'm fine, Will," he promised, nodding. "I am absolutely fine. This is the effect you have on me."

He grinned, but the tremble was still there, utterly genuine.

In the end, Laurence decided that perhaps it was best if he declined to press the issue any further. After all, it seemed to be doing Granby no harm even if it did alarm him somewhat. "If you wish me to continue in this vein I must presume you came prepared, John," he said, knowing that he must have. He clearly remembered his rummaging through the drawer.

Granby nodded, letting go of Laurence long enough to reach for the bottle discarded on the blanket. He picked it up and offered it.

"In truth, I've been prepared for it for a while, but unsure how to broach the subject."

"You have never seemed overly unsure of it before," Laurence said, uncorking the bottle and beginning to slick his fingers. This part he was getting used to doing on his own, though Granby's instruction and advice was, as ever, still greatly appreciated.

"This part, perhaps," said Granby, shifting his hips and spreading his knees wider in anticipation. "But not what comes after it."

"Really?" The idea of Granby being unsure of nearly anything regarding sex (women excepted) was a foreign one to Laurence, particularly when he compared it to his own experience and thoughts on the subject. "I find it rather hard to believe."

"Not the act, obviously," said Granby, his fingers trailing idly against the bare skin of Laurence's thigh. "But with you?" He shrugged. "I haven't been a virgin in a long time, Will, but this...it feels...bigger."

"That is good though?" Laurence asked as he finally began preparing Granby. It was a process that he was slowly losing his uncertainty with, though not entirely. It might never disappear entirely, no matter how capable he might become.

"It is. It's very good." His back arched slightly as Laurence's fingers pressed into him. It was familiar, it was fantastic. He tipped his head back and moaned.

Laurence could not help a blush at how very unselfconscious that sound had been. However, he would not let it distract him from the matter at hand. After what had been said, he felt that there was now a certain amount of pressure upon him to make certain that he remained worthy of Granby's feelings. The other man only deserved the very best.

No reason to be self-conscious around Laurence. Not anymore. Granby rocked his hips, pushing down onto Laurence's fingers, not impatient, not yet, but wanting everything that he could get, all the same.

And Laurence did his utmost to provide what Granby needed. At the very least he was quite thorough, making certain that the other man was as prepared as he was capable of before seeing to himself. It was, after all, to everyone's benefit if the proceedings went as smoothly as possible from that point.

"That's enough, Will," said Granby, arching his back, reaching up to tug Laurence down for a kiss. "I want you. Come on."

Laurence returned the kiss fully, very nearly hungrily. Though he may have been willing to go a good deal more slowly than Granby was, he still wanted it just as much as the other man. He broke the kiss momentarily as he began moving into Granby, still going slowly.

He was experienced enough that it was no surprise to have Laurence sliding into him like that, inch by inch, but it did feel like he'd been longing for it for the longest time.

Laurence, for all his self-control and reserve, felt much the same way. He groaned, leaning down to kiss Granby once more. "Good Lord, John--"

"Don't stop, Will," he said, mouth still almost against Laurence's. He hitched one leg against Laurence's thigh, nudging him deeper.

And he complied, moving deeper, inch by inch until he was settled in Granby fully. Then Laurence paused, taking a deep breath and looking at his friend-- no. His lover. Just thinking about the word was strange, yet it was the only term that properly described this thing that they were both in the middle of, seemingly without his knowledge until so very recently. The prospect was a little frightening. He kissed Granby again, then began to move.

Mostly, he let Laurence set the pace and do the work, at least at first. More than anything, he didn't want to hurry him. His hand rested lightly on Laurence's bare shoulder, thumb stroking against his skin. His hips rocked, but barely.

"That's it," he said, eyelashes fluttering. "That's perfect."

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