[His nose wrinkled a bit along with his upper lip to slightly bare his teeth—]
I could always say screw your technicalities and fuck me because it's a lot more worthwhile.
[His hand moved up so he could get a hand slicked up, all to return and use it to grasp shafts together for a much better handjob. Working his hand along them both a lot more smoothly, letting his own cock grind against Reaper's as he was already getting hard. All the better friction to share.
76 wanted to at least be worked over good enough that he'd feel the exhaustion that came with it as the burn settle in to a comforting buzz of mixed sensations. Could admit that Reaper'd be just about the only one who could give him that. Not that he'd talk about any others-]
Service me good and hard then, my Knight.
[Tossed right back even as he let out a pleased breath once Reaper got his bit of a start in helping.]
Oh but I will be fucking you. Someone has to tire you would otherwise, the world at large will have to listen to your sad sighing and shuffling about.
[He groaned the last few words out as his hips bucked with the renewed stroking to their cocks, and he was quick to come back to attention as his interest had been roused the moment they were making it clear they'd have another go around. No point denying that he had missed this. He thrust into Jack's hand, breathing harder through his nose.
He leaned in to nuzzle Jack's face with his nose, ruffling that beard as he went too.]
You want to stay up there for this round? Or you got something else in mind?
Let's see if you do manage to tire me out at all then.
[Could press that challenge, because clearly one round hadn't been enough to do that- food and water break in-between or not.
Could keep up the work with one hand, fingertips pressing firmer here or there with each stroke, keep grinding for that extra bit of friction for them both. Buzzed, but not nearly enough to create any performance issues. Let his free hand move, all so he could drag a set of claws up along Reaper's spine—]
I like the odds of my doing so. You're old after all. You can't have that much energy.
[That was a tease; they had way more energy than they had any right to even these days. That's just the way that they operated, even if he was keen to tire 76 out with their activities because he knew it would earn them both a good night's sleep which was always hard to come by. They had set themselves up well for it.
His hips rolled with each stroke of their cocks together as he fingered Jack open again, though less assistance was necessary with that given how little time had passed between rounds. His other hand mimicked Jack's nails up his spine, and he rumbled in pleasure.]
Good. I do like watching you come undone. Rise up on your knees, Morrison. [The last name called with an unusual display of affection.]
[A tease so easily thrown right back, that give and take of words far too easy to fall back in to- and even that was ignored. Lost easily in that pleasant buzz and warmth that had them still up and going for another. That want and need to tired the both of them out, whatever prize of rest at the end of it.
Was easy to keep his hips rolling, in to his own hand against Reaper's cock for that little grinding press, and back on to Reaper's own hand just to make sure he was good to go down there. Better to check than not, last thing needed was something to knock out of this headspace. Back arching, head tipping as lips twitched—]
Yes, sir.
[—two words easily growlednearly purred against Reaper's ear as 76 did as told, moving up on to his knees rather than sitting on the older man's thighs.]
I've already lost the battle against time. That happens when you're dead.
[He wasn't bothered by the tease, but neither did he want the mood to falter because they were making morbid pokes about their ages or state of life. The alcohol in him softened him to potential insults rather than irritated him more, and besides, it was Jack making the comments. Jack was allowed to get away with literal murder when he was like this.
His hands moved to stroke the younger man's ass as Jack rose, giving yet another playful slap to one cheek. Then he was knocking the blond's hand away from their cocks so he could seize his own and direct the younger man down onto him again.]
[76 snorted, head tilting with that dip as he was bold enough to catch Reaper in a brief kiss, let the man feel those words after-]
Could've fooled me- dick still works just fine.
[Something so much softer meant in those words as well, even with the dick comment meant to distract from that. The warmth seeped in, and covered again by a rougher stolen kiss as sharp teeth pressed just the same against Reaper's lower lip. A nip less than a bite in reply to the playful slap.
As both of 76's hands set against Reaper's shoulders, the tips of claws just biting against skin when fingers curled.]
I'd say kiss my ass, but we've gone past that one.
[Such as 76 sinking his ass down on to Reaper's cock, and going slow with a softer sort of inhale. Keeping himself relaxed.]
There's a lot about me that somehow still works, and you just happen to be on the receiving end of the few benefits.
[He allowed himself to be distracted by the sentiment though, fingers caressing up 76's ass cheeks and the small of the younger man's back as he hummed after speaking. He shivered at the feel of teeth against his lip, already hypersensitive from the beating they had taken last round between them.
He smirked at the stupid ass kissing comment, cracking one eye to peer accusatorily at 76.]
You're getting awful close to a dad joke there.
[Then he inhaled sharply as he felt himself breach the younger man's body again, hips stuttering upwards in reply. He moved to help support to lowering with his hands, but once it was all said and done, he sighed from his nose and leaned his head forward to rest their foreheads together. He was so pleasantly buzzed right now.]
[Corner of his mouth twitched, fingers curling so that they rested against the back of Reaper's neck, 76's thumbs and palms still half pressed at the hollows of the older man's neck. Could so easily turn to some chokehold, but he was preoccupied; no thought of it in his head.
Reason there was no reply for a bit, preoccupied with lips, how he let those sharp teeth of his press, feeding on Reaper's reaction to it. Even with that little smirking snark—]
What was it said a bit ago with dad jokes- Wouldn't you rather I call you Daddy?
[His breath certainly hitched on that last word, arching as he managed to ride the slightly jerky upwards movement Reaper made as 76 was sinking down on to his cock. That was fine, he could roll with the movement and use it to sink down until he was seated; easier than their first go in a different position, well stretched still that he could just take a moment to relax there. Fuck.
Foreheads rested together, letting out a slow exhale.]
[Normally he would be very aware of the dangers of 76's hands, given the man could bring him actual harm, but in such an instance as this, he put an unusual level of trust into the younger man. The alcohol also helped to keep him relaxed as he dug his nails into 76's hips, though he did tip his head up a bit to those hands.
He smirked and raised an eyebrow at the teasing. It definitely amused him, though the age difference between them made it impossible to be serious with such a term of endearment.]
As amusing as that would be, you aren't that young.
[He shifted his weight a little so he could dig his heels into the bedding and slipped one arm around 76's back while the other held onto one hip. He let them settle into it before he bounced his hips up to get things moving once he figured that 76 was comfortable. He had to tire the younger man out after all.]
[All those hands of his did now? Was practically cup Reaper's head in a way when the other tipped against them; thumbs rubbing along his jawline slowly, fingers curled against the back of his head as claws slid through hair to rest against his scalp. Something almost tender to it, forearms partially rested against Reaper's shoulders n that position.
The pleasant buzz was from more than the moonshine now, along with the warmth. Still kept that sharp edge that was simply who they were, the claws and teeth and brute strength in them both, not held back- not really thought of, just a part of everything that was.]
And you're not taking that much charge here, either.
[Allowed that arm and those hands to move where needed, 76 keeping brace and leverage with his knees as he road that bounce with a pleasantly hitched breath. Kept up with a bounce of his own, rolling with it on his knees as claws pricked a bit at Reaper's scalp.]
[Reaper made a soft noise of amusement, enjoying 76's impatience to the whole affair they were having. Clearly the younger man had missed having such a physical connection to another person, but he was determined to show them both a good time tonight. It might be the only night they ever engaged in such an affair, and he would hold onto that denial for a while yet.
So he focused on the tonight, encouraging their motions together as it brought them right back around to those pleasurable sensations. By the time they both finished and leaned sweaty and panting on each other, the fireworks of the night had completely finished. The night was quiet aside from their breathing and the sounds of insects and fae of the forest.
True to his word, a few more rounds together did seem to tire Jack out - himself included - and after a final clean up, they somehow managed to roll into the hammock with each other and the usual blankets and pillows to sleep off a few hours of the night.
Except it wasn't just a few hours. The sun had come up and began to warm the morning hours when he finally cracked an eye open to face the day. He felt relaxed and boneless as he lay under 76 in the hammock, so warm and cozy that he almost forgot for a few moments that they were in a dreamworld.
He yawned and stretched his legs that were trapped on either side of Jack's body and the walls of the hammock. He was a mess, and for once, he wasn't upset about it. He stroked a hand up the middle of Jack's bare back until he was mussing up the younger man's hair to spikes but also basically encouraging Jack to wake up.]
[A little dry, but the hum made it all the more clear he was just ribbing Reaper. No complaints, they both knew they could let go and just not worry about being too much and hurting the other. A big reason behind going with it earlier and, well, let his buzzed and pleasure filled brain take over rather than all of the reasons not to do this. The suspicions of Reaper engaging and starting all of this in the first place.
One off thing that was clear enough they both needed for one reason or another. Let it all fall to the background, pick back up and never acknowledge this had happened, easy to blame the moonshine for going as man rounds as they did. Leaving as many bites and bruises, scratches- To say the least, they certainly knew how to wear the other out in the best of ways.
Was a solid night's sleep, rested in some half sprawl on top of Reaper in that hammock; restful dreamless sleep.
His head was rested against Reaper's chest and shoulder, and one of his arms was likely trapped beneath the both of them as the other was draped over the older man's waist. Fingers hooked over the side of the hammock itself, breathing slow and deep. Usually a light sleeper it was rare that he wasn't up before the sun.
Needed that now, shifting a little as his head soon did tilt back against Reaper's hand with a rumbled murmur. Slowly being coaxed awake as he stretched a bit how he was. Few seconds he'd be more away of his surroundings, but for a moment his cheek did press back down against a pec, beard rubbing against skin.
76 was waking up, just was taking a few extra minutes to get there.]
[For once, he wasn't in a hurry to get up and and get out of this place as he normally might when they spent and evening together. Even if he wasn't bustling around while 76 caught a little more sleep, he was doing even less so now as he relaxed in the hammock, even going so far as to expend some dream energy to nudge the hammock into swinging lightly back and forth.
His eyes flicked around the room to ensure their safety as always before he closed them again as he lazily waited for 76 to come around from that deep sleep. He now employed both hands to 76's white hair. His blackened fingers stroked from the base of 76's skull, scratching lightly at the younger man's scalp. He combed that white hair up towards the crown of 76's head, forming a little mohawk.
His breathing remained even and calm, and while the chronic pain of daily existence was creeping in on him, he ignored it as much as possible to enjoy such a lazy start to the day. He figured they'd be up and parting ways soon enough, so he was allowed to have a few minutes to an hour to walking up.]
[This was the slowest that 76 had ever pulled from sleep, even if on the edges of his senses was that creeping need to be up and moving. No time to waste and linger, a habit from years of sleeping in whatever hole he could get in to. Something kept even that a bit sluggish, shifting in that pull towards wakefulness.
Warm, far warmer than just tucking in to the corner of some abandoned building. Even here he still kept that habit, not wanting to be easily found, let alone allow someone to know where he could be easily found outside of the Harvest.
Gradually an eye did crack open once he was more aware of the fingers moving through his hair, the motion of the hammock. Didn't lift his head up of course- or move too much out of position, letting things catch up in is head. The presence still underneath him-
[The last twenty-four hours had been interesting. That they were punctuated with a moment like this was extremely unexpected, especially for his partially awake brain. He couldn't remember the last time that he had lounged and given himself the spare minutes or hours to just wake up and come around to his senses in a long, drawn out process. Normally, he didn't sleep enough for it to be worth it.
He supposed that he could get up and make some food, aware it might be one of the last meals that they shared with each other for awhile. They had busy lives trying to get back to where they belonged so that they could finish their separate missions.
Instead, he continued to wait settled in the hammock as it rocked gently and his blackened fingers spiked and fluffed up 76's white hair. He knew the younger man was awake at this point, slow going as it was for them both. They could call it the moonshine, but that was long gone from their bloodstream at this point.]
It seems we slept in. [Unheard of, but here they were.]
Mm. [It was a hum, eyes squeezed shut for a moment, but the sound was in agreement of the observation all the same.
They had slept in.
Neither of them were the type to sleep in no doubt, especially these days. Even here, the rare times they'd slept in the same place one of them was always gone by the time the other was awake- if either of them slept at all. At times it was them simply sitting together in the same space, taking a breather. A sort of quiet check-in, and nothing more.
He was getting too old for this.]
Should probably eat- and drink something. [That wasn't moonshine went unspoken.
76 knew for a fact he needed to eat something. Even as he remained where he was, aware of the fingers going through his hair. When was the last time he'd bothered to cut it?]
[Apparently having sex, drinking and cuddling had settled them in far more than either of them would admit. Even now as he spiked 76's hair and stroked his fingers over the younger man's scalp, he remained in a sort of denial that this was anything more than a one-off and that neither of them wanted, expected or hoped for a repeat performance in the future.
He made a noise in his throat to acknowledge the suggestion, not particularly committing to it himself. He had ate last night, and he was aware of the fact he tended to eat when 76 was around more than anyone.]
We should shower first. I bet we smell like a couple of teenagers at camp.
[Of course doing anything meant getting up, and so far, he wasn't about to throw 76 out of the hammock.]
[The shower- there was something resembling a bathroom in the place, even if the wall was mostly missing. Wasn't important to the stability of the place so 76 had never bothered fixing that. Set up a curtain that could be pulled open and shut? Yeah, but that was about it for some sort of offer for privacy if it was wanted.
Still, there was a shower head and something like a large tub set-up that ran hot and cold water and drained well. That was what mattered ten and there; no more collecting water from the river nearby.
Getting up. 76 kept his eyes closed, feeling the hammock rocking slowly. He'd have to move for either of them to get up. A bit of a slow going, but he was finally pulling his arm out from under Reaper so he could at least- sit up? Get himself sort of upright so he could get a hand against one of the walls the hammock was secured by.]
[Reaper made certain not to be much of a help when it came to their place, at least not in a way that made it clear that he planned on using this more and more in future. He mostly kept the place looking dilapidated while also being structurally sound from the outside. Jack seemed to give them the kinds of amenities that any person would want. Shower was prime example and made it more likely they would come and stay here.
As long as he was 'trapped' under 76, he made no reasonable attempt to get up. Instead, his fingers continued to stroke through the younger man's hair. Even when Jack did sit up, he just sighed and stretched, dragging his blackened nails down the younger man's torso before lifting them above his own head to complete the stretch.]
Why? We always sleep best in this thing. Plus, the bedding needs a wash before it should be slept in.
[76 didn't bother trying to fix or smooth his hair down, left it sticking up at whatever odd angles Reaper had made; it'd all get drenched once he was in the shower and be the same. He did arch when nails were dragged, working it in to a good stretch of his own, arms moving over his head, shoulders rolling a bit as he yawned.
Of course a few joints popped, but that's just how it was sometimes.
A hand moved back, clawed fingers ruffling Reaper's beard before 76 moved on to his feet, at least making sure the hammock kept stable rather than dumping Reaper out-]
We also emptied a few jars of moonshine. [Did not stop at just one after that second go.] I'll hit the showers first, unless you get impatient.
[Then just deal with being under the water with him was implied, making his way there as he picked up a towel and already had the spray going after a moment.]
[He was relaxed and feeling lazy enough right now to admit that 76 was a handsome man, aged well with scars and toned muscles. 76 had always been an attractive man, even when a skinny bean pole being introduced to the SEP candidates like a big golden retriever. There was always something attractive about the man, something that drew people in naturally. Of course, that draw would lead some to jealousy, especially when 76 hit a position of power and was beloved by the people across the globe.
He remained lounged under the younger man's weight, humming as claws ruffled his neatly trimmed goatee, and he let 76 clamber out of the hammock with minimal assistance or restraint. He rose shortly after, easing out of the hammock with a practiced care.]
Not our smartest choice of hydration. [He stretched where he stood, pushing his long white hair over his shoulder and padding towards the kitchen area.] I'll look at what food we have left while you shower then.
[He lingered in the kitchen considering what to make before a shower became too tempting. He might have done cursory clean up, but it wasn't the same as a shower. With a turn, he followed 76 into the small shower stall which was by no means big enough for two grown men. They'd bathed in worse during the war.]
[It was mumbled a bit as he was hunting down the soap that he'd at least made sure was in supply whenever either of them turned up and needed to get cleaned up with more than just water. Sudsing it up in his hands as he at least felt the water starting to warm up-
and then he had company, huffing a bit before he was shifting just enough that some spray could get past him. Maybe aimed in to Reaper's face at first, but it was warm water that was still getting hotter. May as well take full advantage if he wasn't having to worry about leaving any hot water after his own.]
Going to help with the soap since it's getting cozy in here, Reyes?
I have no doubt. I know some of the places where you've traveled, and safe drinking isn't exactly top of the list for some of those establishments.
[The shower was roomie enough for one, but two was definitely a stretch. It forced him to cuddle right up against Jack's back, his arms half encircling the younger man's waist even if them squishing in meant he took some spray to the face. He leaned his head over Jack's shoulder so he could dip and tip his head to wet his face and some of his hair.
His fingers caressed the swell of Jack's hips, a smirk appearing on his lips.]
I'll do your back so you won't bitch too much. If you're lucky and I'm feeling generous, I'll even wash your legs. Is that satisfactory enough for sharing, Morrison?
Soapy hands were already moving over his own chest and arms, but at least was careful not to get any of that in to Reaper's face when he leaned over and tipped his face. 76 was there to shower, and damned well he was going to get himself clean even if he had annoying company.
A slight snort, rolling his shoulder to just nudge Reaper a bit even as he spoke-]
That mean you want me to help with your back, maybe your hair? Limited range of space and all of that, Reyes.
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I could always say screw your technicalities and fuck me because it's a lot more worthwhile.
[His hand moved up so he could get a hand slicked up, all to return and use it to grasp shafts together for a much better handjob. Working his hand along them both a lot more smoothly, letting his own cock grind against Reaper's as he was already getting hard. All the better friction to share.
76 wanted to at least be worked over good enough that he'd feel the exhaustion that came with it as the burn settle in to a comforting buzz of mixed sensations. Could admit that Reaper'd be just about the only one who could give him that. Not that he'd talk about any others-]
Service me good and hard then, my Knight.
[Tossed right back even as he let out a pleased breath once Reaper got his bit of a start in helping.]
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[He groaned the last few words out as his hips bucked with the renewed stroking to their cocks, and he was quick to come back to attention as his interest had been roused the moment they were making it clear they'd have another go around. No point denying that he had missed this. He thrust into Jack's hand, breathing harder through his nose.
He leaned in to nuzzle Jack's face with his nose, ruffling that beard as he went too.]
You want to stay up there for this round? Or you got something else in mind?
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[Could press that challenge, because clearly one round hadn't been enough to do that- food and water break in-between or not.
Could keep up the work with one hand, fingertips pressing firmer here or there with each stroke, keep grinding for that extra bit of friction for them both. Buzzed, but not nearly enough to create any performance issues. Let his free hand move, all so he could drag a set of claws up along Reaper's spine—]
I'm fine like this.
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[That was a tease; they had way more energy than they had any right to even these days. That's just the way that they operated, even if he was keen to tire 76 out with their activities because he knew it would earn them both a good night's sleep which was always hard to come by. They had set themselves up well for it.
His hips rolled with each stroke of their cocks together as he fingered Jack open again, though less assistance was necessary with that given how little time had passed between rounds. His other hand mimicked Jack's nails up his spine, and he rumbled in pleasure.]
Good. I do like watching you come undone. Rise up on your knees, Morrison. [The last name called with an unusual display of affection.]
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[A tease so easily thrown right back, that give and take of words far too easy to fall back in to- and even that was ignored. Lost easily in that pleasant buzz and warmth that had them still up and going for another. That want and need to tired the both of them out, whatever prize of rest at the end of it.
Was easy to keep his hips rolling, in to his own hand against Reaper's cock for that little grinding press, and back on to Reaper's own hand just to make sure he was good to go down there. Better to check than not, last thing needed was something to knock out of this headspace. Back arching, head tipping as lips twitched—]
Yes, sir.
[—two words easily growled
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[He wasn't bothered by the tease, but neither did he want the mood to falter because they were making morbid pokes about their ages or state of life. The alcohol in him softened him to potential insults rather than irritated him more, and besides, it was Jack making the comments. Jack was allowed to get away with literal murder when he was like this.
His hands moved to stroke the younger man's ass as Jack rose, giving yet another playful slap to one cheek. Then he was knocking the blond's hand away from their cocks so he could seize his own and direct the younger man down onto him again.]
Nice and easy now. Don't want you to break a hip.
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Could've fooled me- dick still works just fine.
[Something so much softer meant in those words as well, even with the dick comment meant to distract from that. The warmth seeped in, and covered again by a rougher stolen kiss as sharp teeth pressed just the same against Reaper's lower lip. A nip less than a bite in reply to the playful slap.
As both of 76's hands set against Reaper's shoulders, the tips of claws just biting against skin when fingers curled.]
I'd say kiss my ass, but we've gone past that one.
[Such as 76 sinking his ass down on to Reaper's cock, and going slow with a softer sort of inhale. Keeping himself relaxed.]
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[He allowed himself to be distracted by the sentiment though, fingers caressing up 76's ass cheeks and the small of the younger man's back as he hummed after speaking. He shivered at the feel of teeth against his lip, already hypersensitive from the beating they had taken last round between them.
He smirked at the stupid ass kissing comment, cracking one eye to peer accusatorily at 76.]
You're getting awful close to a dad joke there.
[Then he inhaled sharply as he felt himself breach the younger man's body again, hips stuttering upwards in reply. He moved to help support to lowering with his hands, but once it was all said and done, he sighed from his nose and leaned his head forward to rest their foreheads together. He was so pleasantly buzzed right now.]
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Reason there was no reply for a bit, preoccupied with lips, how he let those sharp teeth of his press, feeding on Reaper's reaction to it. Even with that little smirking snark—]
What was it said a bit ago with dad jokes- Wouldn't you rather I call you Daddy?
[His breath certainly hitched on that last word, arching as he managed to ride the slightly jerky upwards movement Reaper made as 76 was sinking down on to his cock. That was fine, he could roll with the movement and use it to sink down until he was seated; easier than their first go in a different position, well stretched still that he could just take a moment to relax there. Fuck.
Foreheads rested together, letting out a slow exhale.]
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He smirked and raised an eyebrow at the teasing. It definitely amused him, though the age difference between them made it impossible to be serious with such a term of endearment.]
As amusing as that would be, you aren't that young.
[He shifted his weight a little so he could dig his heels into the bedding and slipped one arm around 76's back while the other held onto one hip. He let them settle into it before he bounced his hips up to get things moving once he figured that 76 was comfortable. He had to tire the younger man out after all.]
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The pleasant buzz was from more than the moonshine now, along with the warmth. Still kept that sharp edge that was simply who they were, the claws and teeth and brute strength in them both, not held back- not really thought of, just a part of everything that was.]
And you're not taking that much charge here, either.
[Allowed that arm and those hands to move where needed, 76 keeping brace and leverage with his knees as he road that bounce with a pleasantly hitched breath. Kept up with a bounce of his own, rolling with it on his knees as claws pricked a bit at Reaper's scalp.]
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[Reaper made a soft noise of amusement, enjoying 76's impatience to the whole affair they were having. Clearly the younger man had missed having such a physical connection to another person, but he was determined to show them both a good time tonight. It might be the only night they ever engaged in such an affair, and he would hold onto that denial for a while yet.
So he focused on the tonight, encouraging their motions together as it brought them right back around to those pleasurable sensations. By the time they both finished and leaned sweaty and panting on each other, the fireworks of the night had completely finished. The night was quiet aside from their breathing and the sounds of insects and fae of the forest.
True to his word, a few more rounds together did seem to tire Jack out - himself included - and after a final clean up, they somehow managed to roll into the hammock with each other and the usual blankets and pillows to sleep off a few hours of the night.
Except it wasn't just a few hours. The sun had come up and began to warm the morning hours when he finally cracked an eye open to face the day. He felt relaxed and boneless as he lay under 76 in the hammock, so warm and cozy that he almost forgot for a few moments that they were in a dreamworld.
He yawned and stretched his legs that were trapped on either side of Jack's body and the walls of the hammock. He was a mess, and for once, he wasn't upset about it. He stroked a hand up the middle of Jack's bare back until he was mussing up the younger man's hair to spikes but also basically encouraging Jack to wake up.]
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[A little dry, but the hum made it all the more clear he was just ribbing Reaper. No complaints, they both knew they could let go and just not worry about being too much and hurting the other. A big reason behind going with it earlier and, well, let his buzzed and pleasure filled brain take over rather than all of the reasons not to do this. The suspicions of Reaper engaging and starting all of this in the first place.
One off thing that was clear enough they both needed for one reason or another. Let it all fall to the background, pick back up and never acknowledge this had happened, easy to blame the moonshine for going as man rounds as they did. Leaving as many bites and bruises, scratches- To say the least, they certainly knew how to wear the other out in the best of ways.
Was a solid night's sleep, rested in some half sprawl on top of Reaper in that hammock; restful dreamless sleep.
His head was rested against Reaper's chest and shoulder, and one of his arms was likely trapped beneath the both of them as the other was draped over the older man's waist. Fingers hooked over the side of the hammock itself, breathing slow and deep. Usually a light sleeper it was rare that he wasn't up before the sun.
Needed that now, shifting a little as his head soon did tilt back against Reaper's hand with a rumbled murmur. Slowly being coaxed awake as he stretched a bit how he was. Few seconds he'd be more away of his surroundings, but for a moment his cheek did press back down against a pec, beard rubbing against skin.
76 was waking up, just was taking a few extra minutes to get there.]
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His eyes flicked around the room to ensure their safety as always before he closed them again as he lazily waited for 76 to come around from that deep sleep. He now employed both hands to 76's white hair. His blackened fingers stroked from the base of 76's skull, scratching lightly at the younger man's scalp. He combed that white hair up towards the crown of 76's head, forming a little mohawk.
His breathing remained even and calm, and while the chronic pain of daily existence was creeping in on him, he ignored it as much as possible to enjoy such a lazy start to the day. He figured they'd be up and parting ways soon enough, so he was allowed to have a few minutes to an hour to walking up.]
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Warm, far warmer than just tucking in to the corner of some abandoned building. Even here he still kept that habit, not wanting to be easily found, let alone allow someone to know where he could be easily found outside of the Harvest.
Gradually an eye did crack open once he was more aware of the fingers moving through his hair, the motion of the hammock. Didn't lift his head up of course- or move too much out of position, letting things catch up in is head. The presence still underneath him-
Ah, right.]
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He supposed that he could get up and make some food, aware it might be one of the last meals that they shared with each other for awhile. They had busy lives trying to get back to where they belonged so that they could finish their separate missions.
Instead, he continued to wait settled in the hammock as it rocked gently and his blackened fingers spiked and fluffed up 76's white hair. He knew the younger man was awake at this point, slow going as it was for them both. They could call it the moonshine, but that was long gone from their bloodstream at this point.]
It seems we slept in. [Unheard of, but here they were.]
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They had slept in.
Neither of them were the type to sleep in no doubt, especially these days. Even here, the rare times they'd slept in the same place one of them was always gone by the time the other was awake- if either of them slept at all. At times it was them simply sitting together in the same space, taking a breather. A sort of quiet check-in, and nothing more.
He was getting too old for this.]
Should probably eat- and drink something. [That wasn't moonshine went unspoken.
76 knew for a fact he needed to eat something. Even as he remained where he was, aware of the fingers going through his hair. When was the last time he'd bothered to cut it?]
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He made a noise in his throat to acknowledge the suggestion, not particularly committing to it himself. He had ate last night, and he was aware of the fact he tended to eat when 76 was around more than anyone.]
We should shower first. I bet we smell like a couple of teenagers at camp.
[Of course doing anything meant getting up, and so far, he wasn't about to throw 76 out of the hammock.]
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[The shower- there was something resembling a bathroom in the place, even if the wall was mostly missing. Wasn't important to the stability of the place so 76 had never bothered fixing that. Set up a curtain that could be pulled open and shut? Yeah, but that was about it for some sort of offer for privacy if it was wanted.
Still, there was a shower head and something like a large tub set-up that ran hot and cold water and drained well. That was what mattered ten and there; no more collecting water from the river nearby.
Getting up. 76 kept his eyes closed, feeling the hammock rocking slowly. He'd have to move for either of them to get up. A bit of a slow going, but he was finally pulling his arm out from under Reaper so he could at least- sit up? Get himself sort of upright so he could get a hand against one of the walls the hammock was secured by.]
Surprised we ended up in this thing.
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[Reaper made certain not to be much of a help when it came to their place, at least not in a way that made it clear that he planned on using this more and more in future. He mostly kept the place looking dilapidated while also being structurally sound from the outside. Jack seemed to give them the kinds of amenities that any person would want. Shower was prime example and made it more likely they would come and stay here.
As long as he was 'trapped' under 76, he made no reasonable attempt to get up. Instead, his fingers continued to stroke through the younger man's hair. Even when Jack did sit up, he just sighed and stretched, dragging his blackened nails down the younger man's torso before lifting them above his own head to complete the stretch.]
Why? We always sleep best in this thing. Plus, the bedding needs a wash before it should be slept in.
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Of course a few joints popped, but that's just how it was sometimes.
A hand moved back, clawed fingers ruffling Reaper's beard before 76 moved on to his feet, at least making sure the hammock kept stable rather than dumping Reaper out-]
We also emptied a few jars of moonshine. [Did not stop at just one after that second go.] I'll hit the showers first, unless you get impatient.
[Then just deal with being under the water with him was implied, making his way there as he picked up a towel and already had the spray going after a moment.]
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He remained lounged under the younger man's weight, humming as claws ruffled his neatly trimmed goatee, and he let 76 clamber out of the hammock with minimal assistance or restraint. He rose shortly after, easing out of the hammock with a practiced care.]
Not our smartest choice of hydration. [He stretched where he stood, pushing his long white hair over his shoulder and padding towards the kitchen area.] I'll look at what food we have left while you shower then.
[He lingered in the kitchen considering what to make before a shower became too tempting. He might have done cursory clean up, but it wasn't the same as a shower. With a turn, he followed 76 into the small shower stall which was by no means big enough for two grown men. They'd bathed in worse during the war.]
Cuddle up. I want a little of that spray.
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[It was mumbled a bit as he was hunting down the soap that he'd at least made sure was in supply whenever either of them turned up and needed to get cleaned up with more than just water. Sudsing it up in his hands as he at least felt the water starting to warm up-
and then he had company, huffing a bit before he was shifting just enough that some spray could get past him. Maybe aimed in to Reaper's face at first, but it was warm water that was still getting hotter. May as well take full advantage if he wasn't having to worry about leaving any hot water after his own.]
Going to help with the soap since it's getting cozy in here, Reyes?
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[The shower was roomie enough for one, but two was definitely a stretch. It forced him to cuddle right up against Jack's back, his arms half encircling the younger man's waist even if them squishing in meant he took some spray to the face. He leaned his head over Jack's shoulder so he could dip and tip his head to wet his face and some of his hair.
His fingers caressed the swell of Jack's hips, a smirk appearing on his lips.]
I'll do your back so you won't bitch too much. If you're lucky and I'm feeling generous, I'll even wash your legs. Is that satisfactory enough for sharing, Morrison?
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Soapy hands were already moving over his own chest and arms, but at least was careful not to get any of that in to Reaper's face when he leaned over and tipped his face. 76 was there to shower, and damned well he was going to get himself clean even if he had annoying company.
A slight snort, rolling his shoulder to just nudge Reaper a bit even as he spoke-]
That mean you want me to help with your back, maybe your hair? Limited range of space and all of that, Reyes.
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