"Five minutes," Grey predicts. "You're not exactly known for your ability to keep it in your pants."
He's teasing but he's not much better when it comes to keeping it in his pants in regards to Midnight. It's a good thing they have such passion for each other after being together for such a long time.
"Now, shut up and kiss me," he murmurs as he yanks the artist down and claims his booze tasting mouth with a sloppy, eager kiss.
The artist's laughter is muffled by the kiss and he's more than happy to lean into it, hands shifting to tangle in Grey's hair while cradling his head. While it's doubtful whether they'd succeed in making the windows fog up as Grey had 'promised', Midnight's certainly happy to make a good effort of it!
His fingers tighten a bit, fingertips lightly pressing against Grey's scalp like an affectionate cat kneading away. Judging by the soft moan hummed against Grey's lips, Midnight's definitely feeling very affectionate, cuddly and warm in the bigger man's lap and not too bothered about getting to bed any time soon.
Grey is in no hurry to take his lover to bed. They have nowhere to be but in each other's arms. He knows Midnight will pass out eventually and he'll probably carry his unconscious lover across the yard to the boat and bed, but that's fine too.
He doesn't give much quarter, though, and instead of continuing with an easy, languid kiss, he dips his tongue into Midnight's mouth and yanks him closer, kissing him with determination and passion. His arms fit around the smaller man, squeezing him nice and firm against his own body.
It's hard not to feel safe and so completely happy in Grey's arms like this, and Midnight makes it clear from his little moan into the kisses, tugging at the mechanic's hair lightly in the process. He only regrets that he's not going to last as long as he'd like, feeling a touch like a fussy child that's too tired to stay up but wants to.
He complains a bit into the kiss towards the end and breaks it to rest his brow to Grey's. "Why're you so damn sexy, cher?" he grumbles, tweaking at Grey's hair in 'punishment'. "You're honestly making me regret drinking so much, because now I wanna stay up all night with you, damn it."
Grey laughs against Midnigh's mouth, his voice quiet but obviously amused and relaxed. H slips his hands down to Midnight's ass and squeezes it fondly, drawing the smaller man flush against himself.
"Happily there is a whole life of days after this one," he murmurs quietly. "We could just stay in bed the whole day tomorrow and fuck like rabbits."
It sounds pretty perfect actually. Though, Midnight probably will want to see his bothers tomorrow as well, which Grey thinks is wonderful. If Aidan were away for a year, he wouldn't want to let the man go either.
"Oh, don't you tempt me like that," Midnight hisses, all attempt at appearing irritated lost as he grins and then giggles. "I've got a client after lunch, otherwise I'd tie you to the bed to take you up on that offer."
Rolling his eyes with a dramatically put upon sigh, he stroke back some of Grey's hair from his face and hums, "We'll just have to set a rabbit fuck date, I guess. How's your weekend schedule looking, hmm?"
"Oh, I think we can stretch it over the week too," Grey murmurs as he turns his face to Midnight's palm and kisses his wrists. "Every day like our lives depend on it."
But since he has nothing against the idea of spending a whole day in bed, he actually responds to the question. "I've got a prior engagement with Aidan on Saturday, but Sunday I could be all yours. And my Monday is looking mighty easy so we can make this a moonlight affair as well."
Midnight's answering grin could outshine the sun, beaming and bright as he stares at Grey with clear adoration in his eyes. "You, cher, are spoiling me," he comments with a carefree laugh. "All right, I'm booking you in for Sunday. I'll even meal prep for us so we can just fuck and eat without any effort like a proper pair of hedonistic assholes."
He considers asking after what Grey's got planned with Aidan, but holds his tongue and just shakes his head with a sigh. He doesn't ask where Grey goes for those diving sessions, or why he and Aidan come back looking simultaneously satisfied and tense, sometimes paying attention far more closely to the news and keeping an eye on the harbour as though he's half-expecting someone to show up unannounced. While he might have his suspicions, Midnight gets the feeling if he knew the full details, he'd just worry more. So he stays half in the dark, content in knowing he can trust Grey to be careful.
"Take me inside?" he suggests with a fond smile. "Fun as it might be to pass out kissing you, I'd also like to snuggle in bed, babe."
"All right," Grey replies easily as he starts to gather the artist and all his things neat and close to himself. As he's slipping them out of the truck and grabbing the keys from the ignition, he hums under his breath, "One of these days we'll fuck in this truck. I sometimes daydream about bending you over the steering wheel."
It's an easy confession that ends with Grey smiling up at his boyfriend. It's a quick smile that fades away as he looks away, locking the doors of the truck and then starts the careful trip towards the shore and their boat, picking up his trail carefully while bearing Midnight's weight on his hips.
There's a stunned silence as Grey plucks Midnight up out of the truck, and then the artist glances back, squinting at the truck steering wheel. "... Hot as that is, I dunno that I'm that small to make that work, babe," he muses, giving the matter far more consideration than it probably deserves.
Then he brightens and glances up at Grey's face, point out, "But you could fuck me across the seats?"
"Maybe, the seat moves back, though..." Grey has thought about it too, you see. Or he's just yanking Midnight's leg, which wouldn't be at all unheard of.
There's no time to measure the free space though, because Grey is already carrying his boyfriend across the yard towards the boat.
"Right, so you just want to fuck me while making sure the whole street can tell from the rhythmic honking of your horn?" he teases, giggling as his fingers curl into Grey's shirt. "You exhibitionist~"
"You caught me," Grey admits easily, even if he might be lying through his teeth. "I've always wanted my own sound track for fucking you. That sounds like an invigorating thing. If I could get you to draw into the fog on the windshield your name, too, just in case someone missed it..."
"I think after that one night when we just decided to fuck on the pier, everyone and their mom knows it's me you're fucking." And he sounds quite pleased about that. So maybe he's a little possessive of his boyfriend...
Yawning, Midnight nuzzles in against Grey's jaw, asking, "Want me to make us some tea to take to bed? I think I'm sober enough to do that much."
Grey has absolutely no problem with making plenty enough of claims over Midnight, so letting him serenade his pleasure out in the open is just one of those things that make him rather satisfied over the way things are going.
"I think you're done for tonight," Grey hums as they finally get to the peer, his steps clomping against the wooden planks. "You'll have a tall glass of water and then sleep."
"As much as I would love to say yes," Grey snorts as he steps off the peer and into their little boat, feeling something small and warn wind up around his feet as he shuffles about in the dark, groping for the door handle so he can enter the little cabin without putting Midnight down. "I would rather not see you pass out while trying to drink me and choke in the process."
"You're no fun sometimes," Midnight sighs, though he's immediately distracted from even attempting to pout by their cat's meowing. "Hey, sweetie. Careful not to trip Grey. Man, it's gonna be chaos in here when the kittens arrive..."
Ah well, something for him to be concerned about in the future.
He yawns and stretches, doing his best not to jostle Grey. "Are you gonna put me down to clean up for bed?" he jokes, teeth flashing in a wide grin as the dim lights from the pier filter through their windows.
"You gonna be able to stay on your feet?" Grey asks teasingly as he walks to a table and gently lowers Midnight onto it, seated on the edge.
"Fine, I'll grab you a drink while you go brush your teeth. But then it's in you go to bed, party girl. Time for you to tuck in."
There's a soft kiss brushed against Midnight's brow before Grey steps back and into the kitchen, chattering down at the cat, who twirls around his feet, knowing that she'll get something to eat too.
He thankfully doesn't have to, in the end, and manages a quick shower, too, so he can at least rinse off the sweat from the bar. He's sat at the end of their bed, then, sleepily towelling at his slightly dampened hair but otherwise content to remain naked as he waits for Grey to finish up with the kitchen and the cat, smiling to himself as he hears the big man's soft voice as he keeps conversing with the critter.
Midnight's drink has been placed on the tiny bedside table already when the artist was taking a shower. Grey murmurs low to the cat in the kitchen, the words incoherent but his tone of voice distinctly gentle. When he has fed the critter, he pops into the bathroom for a quick rinse and wash, leaving the engine oil and workshop dust behind as he finally slips to bedroom, just as naked as Midnight is sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only the heavy ink on his torso and arms.
The tea has long since been consumed, sitting warm and comforting in Midnight's gut as he waits for his lover to return. Seeing Grey in all his naked glory, though, has the artist staring and then sighing regretfully.
"You're such a cocktease, I swear," he bemoans, letting his eyes happily wander along Grey's body before ending at his face. Midnight wrinkles his nose and huffs, "And I'm supposed to just sleep when you're coming here looking like a snack?"
"If it makes you feel better, I can put my cock in you before you go to sleep," Grey replies with a small, fleeting smile that really should be a smirk because yes, he's teasing.
"Then it's ready and waiting for you to wake up in the morning..."
Grey leaves the tea mug where it is for now. He is generally too neat for that but can't be fussed right now. He sits on the edge of the bed and wraps his arm around Midnight's waist, pulling him in to bury his nose in damp, dark locks.
"You know I almost never manage to sleep when you try that, right?" Midnight snorts, happily tucking himself against Grey and grinning as his hair is nuzzled at. "So if you wanna go that route, you might as well just go the whole way and let us both cum once or twice before we pass out..."
But Grey can be annoyingly responsible and it is late, they do have work to get to in the morning, and Midnight is rather annoyingly tipsy, still, and likely to pass out mid-fuck. So... he gets the feeling sex isn't in the cards, tonight.
"That's because you're impatient," Grey replies with a soft huff. "And you might feel energetic now but once we get into it, you'll fade like the day in the north, quickly and without a warning. So, I'd much rather you crawl under the covers and we'll put the lube on the table. Whoever wakes up first can start ahead..."
He presses a kiss on top of dark crown of hair and then pulls back just enough to pull down the covers, gesturing towards the bed.
"Go on. If we sleep in, I'll fuck you in the shower. In the morning."
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He's teasing but he's not much better when it comes to keeping it in his pants in regards to Midnight. It's a good thing they have such passion for each other after being together for such a long time.
"Now, shut up and kiss me," he murmurs as he yanks the artist down and claims his booze tasting mouth with a sloppy, eager kiss.
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The artist's laughter is muffled by the kiss and he's more than happy to lean into it, hands shifting to tangle in Grey's hair while cradling his head. While it's doubtful whether they'd succeed in making the windows fog up as Grey had 'promised', Midnight's certainly happy to make a good effort of it!
His fingers tighten a bit, fingertips lightly pressing against Grey's scalp like an affectionate cat kneading away. Judging by the soft moan hummed against Grey's lips, Midnight's definitely feeling very affectionate, cuddly and warm in the bigger man's lap and not too bothered about getting to bed any time soon.
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He doesn't give much quarter, though, and instead of continuing with an easy, languid kiss, he dips his tongue into Midnight's mouth and yanks him closer, kissing him with determination and passion. His arms fit around the smaller man, squeezing him nice and firm against his own body.
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It's hard not to feel safe and so completely happy in Grey's arms like this, and Midnight makes it clear from his little moan into the kisses, tugging at the mechanic's hair lightly in the process. He only regrets that he's not going to last as long as he'd like, feeling a touch like a fussy child that's too tired to stay up but wants to.
He complains a bit into the kiss towards the end and breaks it to rest his brow to Grey's. "Why're you so damn sexy, cher?" he grumbles, tweaking at Grey's hair in 'punishment'. "You're honestly making me regret drinking so much, because now I wanna stay up all night with you, damn it."
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"Happily there is a whole life of days after this one," he murmurs quietly. "We could just stay in bed the whole day tomorrow and fuck like rabbits."
It sounds pretty perfect actually. Though, Midnight probably will want to see his bothers tomorrow as well, which Grey thinks is wonderful. If Aidan were away for a year, he wouldn't want to let the man go either.
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"Oh, don't you tempt me like that," Midnight hisses, all attempt at appearing irritated lost as he grins and then giggles. "I've got a client after lunch, otherwise I'd tie you to the bed to take you up on that offer."
Rolling his eyes with a dramatically put upon sigh, he stroke back some of Grey's hair from his face and hums, "We'll just have to set a rabbit fuck date, I guess. How's your weekend schedule looking, hmm?"
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But since he has nothing against the idea of spending a whole day in bed, he actually responds to the question. "I've got a prior engagement with Aidan on Saturday, but Sunday I could be all yours. And my Monday is looking mighty easy so we can make this a moonlight affair as well."
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Midnight's answering grin could outshine the sun, beaming and bright as he stares at Grey with clear adoration in his eyes. "You, cher, are spoiling me," he comments with a carefree laugh. "All right, I'm booking you in for Sunday. I'll even meal prep for us so we can just fuck and eat without any effort like a proper pair of hedonistic assholes."
He considers asking after what Grey's got planned with Aidan, but holds his tongue and just shakes his head with a sigh. He doesn't ask where Grey goes for those diving sessions, or why he and Aidan come back looking simultaneously satisfied and tense, sometimes paying attention far more closely to the news and keeping an eye on the harbour as though he's half-expecting someone to show up unannounced. While he might have his suspicions, Midnight gets the feeling if he knew the full details, he'd just worry more. So he stays half in the dark, content in knowing he can trust Grey to be careful.
"Take me inside?" he suggests with a fond smile. "Fun as it might be to pass out kissing you, I'd also like to snuggle in bed, babe."
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It's an easy confession that ends with Grey smiling up at his boyfriend. It's a quick smile that fades away as he looks away, locking the doors of the truck and then starts the careful trip towards the shore and their boat, picking up his trail carefully while bearing Midnight's weight on his hips.
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There's a stunned silence as Grey plucks Midnight up out of the truck, and then the artist glances back, squinting at the truck steering wheel. "... Hot as that is, I dunno that I'm that small to make that work, babe," he muses, giving the matter far more consideration than it probably deserves.
Then he brightens and glances up at Grey's face, point out, "But you could fuck me across the seats?"
Isn't he such a helpful bird?
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There's no time to measure the free space though, because Grey is already carrying his boyfriend across the yard towards the boat.
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"Right, so you just want to fuck me while making sure the whole street can tell from the rhythmic honking of your horn?" he teases, giggling as his fingers curl into Grey's shirt. "You exhibitionist~"
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"I think after that one night when we just decided to fuck on the pier, everyone and their mom knows it's me you're fucking." And he sounds quite pleased about that. So maybe he's a little possessive of his boyfriend...
Yawning, Midnight nuzzles in against Grey's jaw, asking, "Want me to make us some tea to take to bed? I think I'm sober enough to do that much."
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"I think you're done for tonight," Grey hums as they finally get to the peer, his steps clomping against the wooden planks. "You'll have a tall glass of water and then sleep."
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Midnight hums in quiet agreement, but has to point out cheekily, "You're a tall glass of water. Does that mean I get to drink you before bed, cher?"
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"You're no fun sometimes," Midnight sighs, though he's immediately distracted from even attempting to pout by their cat's meowing. "Hey, sweetie. Careful not to trip Grey. Man, it's gonna be chaos in here when the kittens arrive..."
Ah well, something for him to be concerned about in the future.
He yawns and stretches, doing his best not to jostle Grey. "Are you gonna put me down to clean up for bed?" he jokes, teeth flashing in a wide grin as the dim lights from the pier filter through their windows.
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"Fine, I'll grab you a drink while you go brush your teeth. But then it's in you go to bed, party girl. Time for you to tuck in."
There's a soft kiss brushed against Midnight's brow before Grey steps back and into the kitchen, chattering down at the cat, who twirls around his feet, knowing that she'll get something to eat too.
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"I'll sit on the toilet if I have to."
He thankfully doesn't have to, in the end, and manages a quick shower, too, so he can at least rinse off the sweat from the bar. He's sat at the end of their bed, then, sleepily towelling at his slightly dampened hair but otherwise content to remain naked as he waits for Grey to finish up with the kitchen and the cat, smiling to himself as he hears the big man's soft voice as he keeps conversing with the critter.
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"We ready?"
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The tea has long since been consumed, sitting warm and comforting in Midnight's gut as he waits for his lover to return. Seeing Grey in all his naked glory, though, has the artist staring and then sighing regretfully.
"You're such a cocktease, I swear," he bemoans, letting his eyes happily wander along Grey's body before ending at his face. Midnight wrinkles his nose and huffs, "And I'm supposed to just sleep when you're coming here looking like a snack?"
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"Then it's ready and waiting for you to wake up in the morning..."
Grey leaves the tea mug where it is for now. He is generally too neat for that but can't be fussed right now. He sits on the edge of the bed and wraps his arm around Midnight's waist, pulling him in to bury his nose in damp, dark locks.
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"You know I almost never manage to sleep when you try that, right?" Midnight snorts, happily tucking himself against Grey and grinning as his hair is nuzzled at. "So if you wanna go that route, you might as well just go the whole way and let us both cum once or twice before we pass out..."
But Grey can be annoyingly responsible and it is late, they do have work to get to in the morning, and Midnight is rather annoyingly tipsy, still, and likely to pass out mid-fuck. So... he gets the feeling sex isn't in the cards, tonight.
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He presses a kiss on top of dark crown of hair and then pulls back just enough to pull down the covers, gesturing towards the bed.
"Go on. If we sleep in, I'll fuck you in the shower. In the morning."
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