Urq and Atton // Gym. (Mature content).

[stuck_mynock]

Thoughtfully: "Wanna fuck on the weight machines?"

"If you don't mind anybody else walking in on us?" Urquhart says. "Why not?"

"Awesome."

Atton gives the bag one last punch and turns, resting his back against it lightly while he unwinds the wraps on his hands, grinning at Urquhart.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart grins, and quickly drops his clothes, throwing them over a nearby weight machine.

"Better?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Much," Atton chirps.

[scots_wolf]

"So," Urquhart says. "Which weight machine should we start on?"

[stuck_mynock]

Atton peers around, shifting closer to Urquhart to trail a hand over his hip.

After a moment: "Bench press machine. S'a classic."

It's nearby, so Atton doesn't bother too much with decorum, he just settles his hands on Urquhart's shoulders and moves to shove him onto his back on the machine.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is very willing to be pushed, and sprawls on the bench press machine, long muscular legs slightly apart.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton straddles him, settling his feet on the floor on either side of him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pushes his hips up against Atton, sliding length against length.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton wriggles out of his shorts, kicking them to one side.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart grips his hips and pulls him closer, now he's naked.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton laughs, pressing up against Urquhart, bending to kiss him lightly.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart pulls him down to kiss him harder, and thrusts upwards.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton groans loudly, tangling a hand in Urquhart's hair.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart laughs, pleased, and thrusts upwards again.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton groans louder, thrusting downwards, hand winding tighter in Urquhart's hair.

[scots_wolf]

Urquahrt's hands slide around to grasp Atton's buttocks.

[stuck_mynock]

The grasping makes Atton grunt, his hips jerking forward hard. He settles a hand on Urquhart's hip, gripping it hard enough to leave marks.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart thrusts upwards, searching.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton groans, shifting his hips slightly.

[scots_wolf]

There must be a way in there, somewhere...

Urquhart's fingers explore, somewhat frantically.

[stuck_mynock]

He finds his target before long, heralded by Atton moaning softly, lifting his head up and biting his lip, rocking slightly against Urquhart's fingers.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's fingers push upwards, probing.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton gasps, rocking down onto his fingers a little harder.

"I - ergh, think we might have to swap positions," Atton laughs.

[scots_wolf]

"Sit on me," Urquhart suggests.

[stuck_mynock]

"Don't blame me if I end up collapsing onto you," Atton grins, setting his hands on Urquhart's shoulder and shifting over his length.

[scots_wolf]

"I can hold you up," Urquhart says, pulling him down by his hips.