[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 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."