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[thirtythird]

I'll confess that I'm rather partial to the thought of you already sweaty and dirty, darling.

Unless that's an invitation.

[ettersberg]

Your shower, then.

[ perhaps-- after other activities. or twice, he supposes. the logistics are less important by far than the anticipation curling low in his gut. ]

[thirtythird]

[At least twice? At least twice.]

Shall I start without you?

[ettersberg]

[ oh, what a terribly appealing notion. ]

Only if you'll describe it to me in detail.

[thirtythird]

What, the function of the shower?

[ettersberg]

Now that you mention it, I am rather curious how it works. But no.

[thirtythird]

How neatly I've folded my shirt since removing it?

[ettersberg]

Terribly interesting, but again: no.

[thirtythird]

How warm the water is?

How lovely the soap smells?

How hard it is not to touch myself while I'm thinking of you?

[ettersberg]

Yes. [ immediately. the network cannot convey his sense of breathless urgency, but - ]

The latter.

[thirtythird]

It's excruciating, darling.

At the best of times, really, but so much more difficult when I'm already naked.

[ettersberg]

[ thomas is still in public and it's only age and years of self-control that have him keep his body's reactions down (literally).

after a breathless pause: ]

What if you did? Touch yourself, that is. Only gently, of course, not to get you anywhere until I'm here.

[thirtythird]

Shall I imagine it's you stroking me, Thomas?

[ettersberg]

Yes. So you'll have to go as slow as I would, in this moment.

[thirtythird]

Will you call me?

[He can't actually type if he's going to follow directions, after all.

And, well, this would be much, much better with Thomas's voice in his ear.]

[ettersberg]

[ the call comes a moment later, thomas's voice low and intimate, although the first words are ] I'm still in the corridors. [ in public. a warning, an apology, something in between. ]

[thirtythird]

[William's laugh is soft, likely blending slightly with the constant patter of the shower.]

Bit naughty of you. [A slow, contented sigh punctuates.] You ought to be here.

[ettersberg]

Mh, quite. [ confirmation and agreement that he ought to be there, yes. confirmation and agreement that it's a bit naughty, too. ]

I plan to be, in a moment.

[thirtythird]

Good.

[Needy; heedless; faintly breathless.]

Shall I... speed up, then?

[ettersberg]

[ the breathless note has thomas pick up the pace, fanning his own sense of urgency and need.

but, ]

No.

No, I want - [ he's in public. ] If anything, you ought to slow down.

[thirtythird]

[The next noise is less of a laugh and more of a low purr, interrupted by the faintest hitch of breath.]

Say you want me to.

[ettersberg]

[ he cannot in good conscience move any faster. ]

I do. [ oh, how he does. wants william to slow down, wants him to speed up, just wants him, full stop. thomas makes a noise in return, a hint of frustration, mostly need.

in truth, ] Quite desperately, if you must know.

[thirtythird]

Of course I must.

[That's more than half of what's got his voice so terribly giddy, although the lazy attentions he's paying himself aren't hurting.]

It... ah, it feels wonderful, Thomas.

[ettersberg]

Your door is unlocked, is it?

[ with some measure of urgency. the answer is about to become immediately relevant. did he ask this before? his mind is somewhat blank right now, admittedly, or hyperfocused. ]

[thirtythird]

[This laugh is faintly giddy, a rush of pleasure with all the myriad realizations the question sparks up in him at once.]

It-- is. [Another purring edge of teasing as he adds:] Are you close, Thomas?