In the Black

[manusgemini]

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"Not even," he breathes, low and fast and rough as his hand works. "Know exactly what I'm fucking doing." As if his hand wasn't making that obvious. His other hand settles on Neil's chest again, his thumb flicking hard at a nipple as he grinds up with his hips.

Not enough room. Not enough fucking room."Get the fuck up," he

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[blackhole_heart]

Practically dumped out on my ass, I somehow manage to get my feet on the floor before he stands up, climbing over the side of the chair and half fucking stumbling backward toward the stairs. Frantic. I don't even fucking know why. Grinning in this playfully smug sorta way, and the look in my eyes is somehow a challenge.

I'm up, now come and get me.

Back-stepping up the steps, my hand falls to my waistband, flicking open the button with one practiced move and slipping my hand inside to palm my cock, soft groan just loud enough for him to hear over hum of the engines.

[manusgemini]

He's up and moving forward, and when Neil slips his hand into his pants and he hears that little sound it's enough to make him almost lunge forward, one hand finding a bony shoulder and the other closing around his waist and he's shoving him bodily back, following so close he almost trips.

"Tease," he growls, and at the entrance to the corridor his teeth find Neil's earlobe and for just a second he stops moving, though his grip doesn't loosen one bit.

[blackhole_heart]

"Not a tease," I say, hooking an arm around his waist and yanking him closer, even though we're basically plastered to each other already. Stroking my hand over my cock once... twice, I slide my hand free, going straight for his waistband again and the sound of his button popping free and his zipper lowering practically echoes in the cramped corridor. Still hanging on, I step back until my spine hits metal, drawing a sharp gasp half muffled by the curve of his neck.

Only be a tease if I was planning to back out anytime soon. I figure it's pretty fucking obvious I'm not.

[manusgemini]

The walls are uneven, dotted here and there with access panels and cables, and ordinarily he'd be sort of absently thinking about sharp edges, but just now that's a little beyond him. This time he doesn't swipe Neil's hand away, pressing forward instead with a low groan, pinning Neil to the wall with one arm while the other hooks around and his hand slides under the waistband of his pants, groping at the curve of his ass.

"Fucking touch me then." It comes out in a rapid hiss, and he's not actually sure he's ever said that to someone he was fucking. Hasn't... demanded that openly. Usually he barely talks at all.