[AU OOM] Gym. (Warning for explicit content.)

[stuck_mynock]

Atton is in the gym, in a grey tank top and shorts, wailing on a punching bag with considerable vehemence.

The vehemence most likely isn't really anger, per se - more just enthusiasm combined with another sort of frustration stemming from being away from the bar for several months.

Either way, he's been there long enough that he's literally dripping with sweat: His hair is stuck flat to his head, his clothes are soaked through and clinging to him, it's flying off in droplets every time he makes a sharp movement.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton laughs, sliding his fingers out and back in, kissing the back of Sam's neck.

[necessary_child]

This time the sound Sam makes is closer to a moan that sounds like Atton's name, his fingers skittering over Atton's hips.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton moves his fingers back and forth more forcefully, several times, before sliding them around again.

"You sound like you're enjoying this," Atton notes wryly.

[necessary_child]

Sam squirms against the tiles, gasping.

"You noticed?" he asks, voice low and heavy. "Bastard."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I'm very observant," Atton replies, sliding a third finger in and driving his fingers back and forth."

[necessary_child]

"Observant - fuck!"

The extra finger and the force makes him moan outright, head tipped right back as he gasps, lips parted.

"Atton," he manages, pushing his hips back against Atton's fingers and just about matching the rhythm. "Atton..."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton keeps going, rhythm moving faster and faster, then just stops abruptly, withdrawing his fingers and sedately slicking himself.

[necessary_child]

Sam rests his forehead against the cool tiles of the shower, gasping until he gets his breath back.

"You're such a bastard," he says fondly, when he can talk.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's response is to lean in, gently kissing the corner of Sam's mouth.

In the same movement he pushes in, bucking his hips back and forth hard.

[necessary_child]

Sam's lips part again as he moans, at once pleased and pleading, his own hips bucking back against Atton's to drive him further and harder in.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton keeps going, until he eventually slows to a gentle thrust, slowly back and forth.

[necessary_child]

"Mmmm, Atton..."

Sam's body moves in time with Atton's, one hand slipping between his own legs.

"Mine," he says softly, panting-laughing. "Mine all mine..."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton grins, picking up the pace, gripping Sam's hips tighter.

"Yours."

[necessary_child]

Sam arches his back again with a gasp in response, hissing his pleasure and laughter.

"Mine."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton leans down a little, kissing his neck before moving to murmur in his ears.

"All yours."

[necessary_child]

Sam grins with his eyes closed.

"Good."