"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."
There's an admittedly sleepy giggle and Midnight takes a little time to smack a loud, sloppy kiss right to Grey's cheek before crawling up the bed. "You spoil me, cher~"
Once he's shuffled in under the covers, though, that playful energy is quickly dissipating and his face splits with a wide yawn. Grey definitely knows him too well at this point.
"C'mon, teddy bear, get in here," comes the sleepy 'demand', arms held up and open in invitation.
Grey reaches for the nightstand and as he promised, he pulls the lube out, putting it on easy reach for them both before he stretches out on his back. His arm slips under Midnight's neck and then pulls the artist close.
"Good night, little bird," Grey murmurs into the dark crown of curls as Midnight settles on his chest. "If you drool on me, I expect you to clean it."
Midnight had looked over on hearing the drawer open and then laughed with delight on seeing the lube set out. Then he curls up comfortably on Grey and teases, "So that's a 'no' to morning blow jobs, then...?"
"Here I thought you wanted to be fucked," Grey rumbles out with a touch of amusement. "Do I need to build you a fucking machine one of these days to spitroast you properly?"
"Don't threaten me with a good time," Midnight giggles, arms loosely wrapping around Grey's torso and giving a warm squeeze. "Kinky bastard. You're so lucky I love you and your little 'threats', cher."
Grey doesn't mention that a machine would be able to fuck Midnight all day long, never ceasing or becoming raw. As much as the topic tickles his sense of humour, there's a point where they'll just have to stop talking to let Midnight actually sleep.
"I'll wake you up early enough for work," Grey promises with a soft little huff as he squeezes Midnight against his side and presses a soft kiss to the artist's brow. "Sleep now."
"Love you too," Grey replies in a soft murmur, which he's pretty sure Midnight doesn't hear. But it doesn't matter, the man knows perfectly well Grey adores him.
It takes him a moment longer to fall asleep but it's not all that difficult with his adorable little bird snuggled against him and breathing heavily against his chest.
Midnight isn't often an early riser, but somehow, whenever he's been promised a dicking in the morning, he manages to get up before the alarm. He'd once joked to Grey that it's his internal vitamin D alarm. This morning is no different, the petite man stretching out on top of Grey and slowly coming to, blearily glancing to the side to the clock to check the time. Though even without the clock, he could guess that it's somewhere before 6, given the grey light of pre-dawn.
Kissing at Grey's chest, Midnight contemplates how to wake the man. His hips are already shimmying about, though, testing the waters to see if Grey might be half-hard this morning or not. If not, maybe he'll just go wash up first... Choices, choices.
It's definitely nicer waking up to this than the alarm blaring away on the nightstand. Grey doesn't bother opening his eyes as he reaches up to wrap his arms around the man draped on top of him.
He hums under his breath, a sound very similar to a big cat's purr and just as satisfied. His hands find Midnight's hips, drawing down those subtle thighs to frame his own hips before Grey helps Midnight to grind down against him, pushing him down and then pulling him up, helping him align their cocks together.
"Impatient..." Grey murmurs under his breath, teasing just a little.
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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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There's an admittedly sleepy giggle and Midnight takes a little time to smack a loud, sloppy kiss right to Grey's cheek before crawling up the bed. "You spoil me, cher~"
Once he's shuffled in under the covers, though, that playful energy is quickly dissipating and his face splits with a wide yawn. Grey definitely knows him too well at this point.
"C'mon, teddy bear, get in here," comes the sleepy 'demand', arms held up and open in invitation.
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"Good night, little bird," Grey murmurs into the dark crown of curls as Midnight settles on his chest. "If you drool on me, I expect you to clean it."
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Midnight had looked over on hearing the drawer open and then laughed with delight on seeing the lube set out. Then he curls up comfortably on Grey and teases, "So that's a 'no' to morning blow jobs, then...?"
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"Don't threaten me with a good time," Midnight giggles, arms loosely wrapping around Grey's torso and giving a warm squeeze. "Kinky bastard. You're so lucky I love you and your little 'threats', cher."
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"I'll wake you up early enough for work," Grey promises with a soft little huff as he squeezes Midnight against his side and presses a soft kiss to the artist's brow. "Sleep now."
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There's another of those sleepy little giggles and Midnight nuzzles in against Grey's chest. "Yes maman," he teases. "Good night."
And then, just because it's habit for Midnight, there's a muffled little "love you" as he lets himself drift off.
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It takes him a moment longer to fall asleep but it's not all that difficult with his adorable little bird snuggled against him and breathing heavily against his chest.
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Midnight isn't often an early riser, but somehow, whenever he's been promised a dicking in the morning, he manages to get up before the alarm. He'd once joked to Grey that it's his internal vitamin D alarm. This morning is no different, the petite man stretching out on top of Grey and slowly coming to, blearily glancing to the side to the clock to check the time. Though even without the clock, he could guess that it's somewhere before 6, given the grey light of pre-dawn.
Kissing at Grey's chest, Midnight contemplates how to wake the man. His hips are already shimmying about, though, testing the waters to see if Grey might be half-hard this morning or not. If not, maybe he'll just go wash up first... Choices, choices.
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He hums under his breath, a sound very similar to a big cat's purr and just as satisfied. His hands find Midnight's hips, drawing down those subtle thighs to frame his own hips before Grey helps Midnight to grind down against him, pushing him down and then pulling him up, helping him align their cocks together.
"Impatient..." Grey murmurs under his breath, teasing just a little.
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