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[sunburned]

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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[sunburned]

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

[geniusofdisaster]

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.

[sunburned]

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.

[geniusofdisaster]

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--"

[sunburned]

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

[geniusofdisaster]

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.

[sunburned]

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."