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[m_pinocchio]

"Better use the time I have, then," he breathes, the hand at Neil's cheek sliding around to the back of his neck and tangling in wet hair, dragging his head back just a little to expose his throat. In the water all his movements are at half speed, and he slowly rolls his hips forward, already starting to harden, pressing Neil's legs further apart

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[little_moons]

"Mm, what?" I murmur, the question slipping out along with a moan, breath coming a little more ragged than before.

First time I ever came here, I learned how to swim. Hidden up in the rocks, behind the falls, Logan told me he loved me. Told me he was still confused about Veronica. Asked me to move in with him. Two years, it seems like a lifetime ago. Sometimes I can't believe how fucking stupid I was.

[m_pinocchio]

"I let Hobbes fuck me." The words come out in a breath as he rocks forward again, everything he'd felt that day coming back in a warm rush. Everything had still been so new then, but not so new that it had been frightening. Up behind the waterfall with his hands slipping and scraping against the wet rocks, spray cool on his face as Tom pushed into him.

He runs his tongue lightly up the arch of Neil's throat, stopping with a nip just above his adam's apple. "Haven't thought about that in a while."

[little_moons]

Well, isn't this just a place of firsts.

I would laugh, but I can't. I'm moaning instead, the sound breaking free from my throat, almost startled. "Jesus..." I breathe out, hips rolling forward against his and light fuckin' spangling behind my eyelids. Hips shifting, grinding teasingly against him, pulling him tighter into the cradle of my thighs, I smirk, head tipping back with a dull thump against the rocks.

"First time you'd been fucked, or just the first time with Tom?"

[m_pinocchio]

"First time with him," he murmurs, slipping one hand into the water and lifting Neil's leg against his hip. He can feel them both, hard and rubbing together with each roll of their hips, and this is something else that he and Tom had done that day, out here in the open without a care for who might see them.

He smiles and grazes his teeth against Neil's lower lip, capturing it for a second and biting gently before he releases it. "I don't top all the time. I'm... flexible."