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 almost howls with pleasure at that counter-force. This isn't going to take long.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's not even trying at coherence at this point, he's just getting louder and louder.

"- Harder," he manages to gasp out.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart complies, thrusting harder and faster and then even more.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's not going to be managing words again - it's all just gasping and crying out now. He keeps hold of the bar with one hand, while the other moves down to pump frantically at his own length.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's hands are on Attons hips, pulling greedily in time with the thrusts.

[stuck_mynock]

With a long groan and a shudder, Atton comes over Urquhart's stomach and chest, shoulders sagging slightly, thrown back head shifting to hang forward.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart thrusts upwards one last time and spills himself into Atto with a long drawn-out shout.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton groans softly and flops down onto Urquhart, breathing deeply.

[scots_wolf]

"Great pleasure, as always," Urquhart finally manages to groan.