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 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.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton shuts his eyes, opening his mouth wide to let out a long, ragged groan, trailing off into heavy breathing.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart gives a long moan, impaling steadily.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton groans again, wincing heavily, tightening his grip on Urquhart's shoulders as he settles all the way down onto Urquhart.

(He's going to be limping for a week, he can just tell.)

With a slightly shaky deep breath, he reaches up, settles his hands around the bar of the machine for leverage, and pulls himself upwards before starting to lower himself down again.

[scots_wolf]

"These machines," Urquhart groans, with gritted teeth, "are so damn useful!"

Atton is nice and tight, and feels very good from the inside.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's response is just an agreeing moan, as he sets up a rhythm of rocking atop Urquhart, a low moan escaping through gritted teeth.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart's groan sounds more like a wail now, as the pleasure is so very intense.

[stuck_mynock]

"Harder."

Atton might regret that one later.

[scots_wolf]

He might. But just now, it's just delicious when Urquhart bucks up his hips, thrusting harder and faster into Atton.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's moans are definitely more like screams now. Happy screams, because even if this hurts like all hell, it's a good kind of hurt, and he's more than happy to meet the force of Urquhart's thrusts with his own rocking.

[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.