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[m_pinocchio]

[from here]"God, just fucking..." He's laughing again, tugging at the hem of Neil's shirt, because it's a warm night and he wants to feel bare skin under his hands. They could do this mostly clothed, and it might be a little safer that way, but if they're going to fuck on the goddamn Compound roof he doesn't see much point in doing things in half

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[little_moons]

The laughter's infectious, even though I can't remember why we were laughing in the first place anymore. He smiles, and I can't help but smile back, warm little knot swelling in my chest every fucking time.

I pull back, just enough to tug off my t-shirt and toss it aside, dogtags jingling around my neck. Then I dive back in again, reaching between us and grinding the heel of my hand against his cock, wanting to get all these fuckin' clothes out of the way, but still finding the time to tease him, just a little.

"So are you."

[m_pinocchio]

"Am not," he mutters, leaning up to suck at the base of Neil's throat, light, But hard enough to leave a mark that might not completely fade by tomorrow. He sighs shakily at the pressure on his dick, just enough to be maddening, head dropping back again. Not that he minds the teasing. Not even close.

[little_moons]

"Yeah, you are," I say, meaning it, the weight behind the words making them lodge in the back of my throat. One hand sliding up to cradle his jaw, my forehead drops to rest against his and my hand flicks open his fly, fingers slipping over the warm skin of his belly, lower, just grazing the base of his cock.

[m_pinocchio]

"Shit," he breathes, not even worrying about arguing anymore. It would be unfair, Neil being able to make him feel like this, if he wasn't sure there would be plenty of followthrough. He moans lightly, trying to keep himself relatively quiet, one hand settling on Neil's hip and tugging half-heartedly at his waistband. They're both too dressed. And he absolutely doesn't care anymore who can see what.