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[renaissanceman]

Continued from here...

"So, apart from getting me naked, what else you got in mind?"

"I hadn't really made a list," says Priestly, though he certainly could if he tried. Actually, he didn't even really have to try. "You sure you want to give up...drawing whatever you were drawing there? Reminds me I need to get you to draw on me again some time soon."

"It's only a sign," says Tunny, arching an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I can leave it for a while. I got an hour or so until I've got to pick the girls up."

"A guy can do a lot in an hour," says Priestly, blatantly looking him up and down again and barely resisting the urge to just crawl on top of him. Jesus. "But maybe not on the lawn.

"It's a little bit public, isn't it?" says Tunny, getting to his feet and dusting off the seat of his shorts, stretching his arms up over his head and arching his back. "You not into that, man?"

Jesus God is he ever into it; if he wasn't already turned on, he would've been just thinking about that. But. "Only when there's not a good chance of kids stopping by," he says, reluctantly. "Upstairs?"

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[rage_andlove]

"Upstairs," says Tunny, walking up the steps ahead of him. "I put clean sheets on the bed and everything, you want to get that far."

[renaissanceman]

"In a bed?" says Priestly, following right on his heels. "Shit, you're gonna make me feel like a princess or something. They're not going to stay clean for long, I'll tell you that."

[rage_andlove]

"Nobody's saying we've got to use it," says Tunny, walking straight through the front room and into the bedroom at the back. "You can put me on all fours on the floor for all I fuckin' care."

[renaissanceman]

"You're saying that like I can't do both," says Priestly, snagging him by the shorts as soon as he's within reach again. "A whole hour. I can have you in a half dozen different positions by then."

[rage_andlove]

Tunny arches his eyebrows, letting Priestly tug him in by his waistband.

"Promises, promises."

[renaissanceman]

Priestly knows Tunny knows he's got more than enough follow through. "Position one, up against the wall," he says, and puts him there, pinning his shoulders with both hands.

[rage_andlove]

Tunny grins, his bare back pressed against the wooden wall. He doesn't struggle - he likes being exactly where he is. He tips Priestly a lazy salute.

"Sir, yes, Sir."

[renaissanceman]

Since he's taken the lead for the moment, Priestly unbuttons Tunny's shorts, gets them out of the way, and strips his own shirt off over his head. He really is going to need to get some new ink soon, but not today. Not when they're on a schedule.

"The question is, do I blow you or fuck you?"

[rage_andlove]

Stripped naked, Tunny squirms his hips a little and grins.

"You fuck me," he says. "Hard."

[renaissanceman]

"I'm glad one of us is still clear-headed enough to be making decisions," says Priestly, stepping back to strip his own pants off and holding Tunny against the wall through his gaze alone.

[rage_andlove]

Tunny doesn't even try to move away from the wall - he just stays exactly where Priestly's took him.

"Stop asking me what I want, anyway," he says. "I don't want to think about it, man. I just want to fuckin' do."

[renaissanceman]

"Then that was the last time," says Priestly. "I'm going to do what I want, and if you don't like it, you're going to have to tell me because I'm not going to ask."

He pins Tunny to the wall at the waist, leans in and licks up his throat, slow and wet, the calm before the storm.