extendedmetaphor | (no subject)

If at all they made it to his hut, Guy thought fleetingly as the other kissed him back eagerly.

It should be confessed that Guy deepened the kiss quite eagerly himself, a hand passing through the other's hair. It had been far, far too long.

It was so easy to get lost in, so easy to give yourself over entirely to sensation and not really think about it. Any of it.

It was sort of glorious in that regard.

Professionalism, no, but comfort perhaps was worth worrying about. Guy, however, was not worrying about anything at all. There was only hair under his fingers, then a neck and a shirt collar, then a shirt button that he undid. Not because of a master-plan. It was a button and buttons needed undoing.

It was only a button but it felt more than that - it felt like something with weight. He pulled back from the kiss, his breath shivering against Guy's lips.

"Not here," he said. A part of him thought that it ought to be a question. But it wasn't, in the end. Some evidence of a backbone, at least.

Guy smiled. "Not here," he agreed and with the same hand that had undone him, buttoned the button again.

He pulled him out of his chair then. "It's not far." And with another kiss, guided him outside. Work would have to wait.

He walked with Guy in a sort of haze, sure that what they were about to so (what he hoped they were about to do) was ringing out of him like a bell.

But God, he wanted it.

As promised, it wasn't too far to the hut he and Anthony shared. He turned around sharply before entering the hut, paused for a moment, then kissed the other again, whilst opening the door with his free hand.

He stumbled, a little, on unfamiliar ground as he kissed Guy back eagerly, fingers curling around the back of his neck to hold on.

If Anthony was there, Guy neither noticed nor cared. He was otherwise engaged. Rather urgently.

Guy refused to let go and so they stumbled to his bedroom where once more Guy unbuttoned that same button. "Better?" he breathed against Tom's mouth.

"Much." There wasn't much room for words with the crush of their mouths, his fingers pressed into Guy's hair. He found himself not caring how many buttons Guy undid.

It should be put down to great restraint on Guy's behalf that he undid the buttons at all. He had half a mind to just rip the other's clothes off. Instead, he unbuttoned the rest and slipped the shirt off his shoulders.

His own hands were busy with fumbling with Guy's clothes but he stopped long enough to let Guy half strip him. He was intensely aware of his own bare skin versus Guy's clothing, the imbalance and a shiver went through him, straight to his cock.

The shiver was noted and Guy did not pause, instead undid Tom's fly and as the trousers dropped to the floor, cupped his arse. Being the one clothed at the moment, sent similar shivers to his cock.

Nothing but thin cotton between his skin and Guy's hands and he couldn't help the way his hips rocked forward. How he all but squirmed.

"God, it's been a long time," he said, almost laughing.

A snort, a kiss. "Yeah," almost inaudibly between a kiss and a nip. Hands toying with the band of the underpants, letting it snap once before disappearing underneath, touching bare skin. "I want you stark bollock naked," he confesses, before pushing the last piece of fabric down.

A shuffle, to get out of clothes and shoes altogether and then there he is, stark naked, well on his way to being hard. He was never embarrassed by this, not by his body or what it wanted, and he just there, letting guy look.

"And what else do you want, I wonder?"

And Guy looked, and Guy admired, and Guy grinned. "I thought I'd fuck you," he drawled and walked forward, leading the other to the bed. "Eventually."

The scrutiny made him blush, just a little. The fact that he was still wearing his glasses made him feel even more naked. He let himself by led.

"Should I have blocked off my entire afternoon?"

Guy snorted. "Did you have plans?" He asked, huskily. "Because yes. You might want to cancel your appointments." He felt such a reply would be appreciated. "You're otherwise engaged." He said, letting go of his arse for the purpose of guiding him into a seated position.

"No plans," he said, shaking his head as he sat down on the bed, knees automatically falling apart as he leans back and looks up, catching his weight on one hand.

"I wouldn't mind knowing what you have planned, though."

A throaty "Hm." Then a wink as he closed in on him. No kiss yet though, only a whisper. "I'm amendable. Tell me what you'd like."

It took a lot not to lean forward and take the kiss that was so close. He swallowed, eyes flickering over Guy's face.

"Oh, Jesus, I don't know," he said. "Sometime. Anything. Whatever you want. However you want."

"Good answer," Guy complimented and allowed the kiss. "I could just bend you over, but I did promise an afternoon program."

He undid his tie then, Trinity colours, a bit tattered, but still strong enough.

The sound wasn't exactly words, more strangled, almost a moan. His hips shift against the bed.

"You did," he said.

"Mind grabbing that tie for me?" He asked, nodding to a red tie carelessly hung over the bedpost.