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Who: William T. Spears and Grell Sutcliff
When: Backdated to earlier this evening, around dinner time.
Where: Their flat
Summary: William's got his memory back, and after finding out how he regained it, he has a few things to say to Grell.
Warnings: May escalate from PGish to more of a NSFW rating, so just be forewarned!

[ It would be a severe understatement to say that William merely disapproved of the method Grell had used to revive his memory. A contract, honestly? He probably should have seen this coming. Grell was never one to think things through. Even now, with the deed done, he was trying to convince William that the trade off wasn't that bad at all...

William grumbles something to himself while he stirs up the contents of the frying pan in front of him. Despite all this contract stuff, he'd told Grell they could redo the whole dinner that was completely spoiled due to William coming home and kicking Grell out. He looks to the side where Grell is attempting to complete his half of the cooking. ]

Grell, do not fill the pot up that much. It will just boil over.

[ How this guy managed to feed himself without William there was a mystery. ]

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And that is precisely the reason. I will not have you laughing at me on our wedding day.

[ Good thing Grell never saw him in his starry circus suit! He would have never heard the end of that one. Even though the outfit was entirely necessary and blended in completely... or, you know, not. ]

[ Good thing Grell never knew about the bunk-sharing with Sebastian... ]

Sweetheart, you'll look smashing in a black morning suit.

[ He seizes William's hand, on purpose to lead him to the bedroom.

Except.

His trousers are still 'round his ankles, so he trips and pitches forwards! ]

[ You're lucky your fiancé has cat-like reflexes, or you would have done a faceplant just then, Grell!

William catches Grell from behind, arms around his middle. One fluid motion and Grell is hoisted up over William's shoulder and hauled off to the bedroom. ]

Oh!

[ Hoisted! ]

OOOooooooOOOOooooooh~!

What a man you are~♥

Honestly, I do not understand how you can be so clumsy sometimes.

[ He tosses Grell down on the bed and continues to work the buttons on his shirt. ]

OOOF!

[ Now on the bed, Grell is finally able to direct his attention to the divestiture of his trousers. ]

I'm not clumsy!

[ He flings them across the room. They hit the closet door and slide to the floor. Then Grell attends to his socks (red, of course). He grasps the hem of one of them, and begins to peel it slowly off. ]

I just get - caught up! In the moment.

[ Shirt now off, William works on undoing the notches in his belt. He gets slightly distracted watching Grell's long, slender leg lift into the air, toes pointing to aid in removal of his sock.

He shakes it off a second later, tossing Grell a command. ]

Leave your underwear on.

Hn~! All right.

[ He pulls the sock off and lets it fly - right at William's face. Lying back on the bed, he raises his other leg, and wiggles his toes. ]

You can remove this one, if you like.

[ He has positioned his legs so that they perfectly frame William as he undresses. Grell gawks, shamelessly. ]

[ Of course, William can't help but grumble at being hit in the face with a sock. He adjusts his glasses, which were knocked slightly askew.

Meanwhile, his one hand is currently busy unfastening the button to his trousers and sliding down the zipper. But the other attends to Grell's clothed foot, fingers sliding along Grell's calf until they inch their way beneath the red fabric of the sock and begin to pull it off slowly. ]

Ah! Aaaaah~! AH!

[ Oh, that tickles! With a little titter, Grell pulls his foot away-- ]

How you tor~ment me! Is that any way to treat your future wife, hmmm?

[ Leaving his pants undone but on, William grips both of Grell's ankles, scooting him to the edge of the bed. ]

I would say yes, considering this is you we are referring to.

[ It's more than a little odd hearing Grell refer to himself as William's soon-to-be wife, and it actually being true! ]

[ Grell licks his lips... ]

Too right, sweetie~♥

[ ...and hooks his ankles around William's neck. ]

It's about time you made an honest woman of me!

[ It's rather obvious that Grell is already enjoying himself in this moment - even with his lacy, red panties still on. William reaches down rubbing Grell though the thin, textured fabric. ]

We have essentially been married for a while now, as far as I am concerned.

[ Grell's legs twitch, drawing William closer. ]

That's all right...

[ He arches his back, yielding--no, encouraging William's touch. ]

We've been bound together by a red string of FATE for a century, as far as I'm concerned!

Whatever you wish to call it.

[ At Grell's encouragement, William finally climbs onto the bed. He leans down, effectively pushing Grell's legs back as they still linger about his shoulders.

He gets close enough to give Grell a soft kiss before retracting slightly. ]

I call it forev--mmmm~!

[ He kisses William; and makes little noises of dismay as he draws away. ]

Ha~!

Awful man, always taking your time, always making me wait.

Perhaps I simply enjoy those subtle noise you make when I do.

[ He kisses Grell on his jawline this time, urging another whimper from him. ]

Hnnnn~!

I'd have thought you preferred the noises I make when you don't!

[ A jerk of his legs, and he's frotting against William. ]

[ Stops to contemplate that for a moment when Grell suddenly makes contact! Thus, William ends up being the one to make noise, letting out a groan and a shuddering breath against Grell's neck. ]

Hnngh...

...I suppose you're correct.

Do you like that, darling?

[ He's grinding and sliding against William, their bodies separated only by a thin wisp of lace. ]

I think you do.

[ And he marvels, for a moment, at the idea that William actually does like something. ]

[ William sits up for a moment. Just long enough to shimmy his own pants down slightly and slide Grell's lace panties down to his knees. Then he's leaning over Grell again and urging him to continue where they left off. ]

I like you. Honestly, I think that says enough.

"Like"?

[ He doesn't resist, not at all. Indeed, he's reaching for his handy 4th-dimensional supply of lube... ]

It says - aaaaah - not quite enough, darling~♥

[ William's hand reaches for Grell's left, knocking the bottle of lube to the side and threading their fingers together. He's partially using the gesture to stabilize himself as he continues to grind his erection against Grell's, but there's also the desire to feel that ring on his finger as the digits intertwine. ]

I love you, then? I assumed that was...nnng...obvious by this point.

[ Grell feels suddenly warm, not only from the exertion. ]

May~be. But it's still lovely to hear.

[ He squeezes William's hand. Coherent thought is fading away; the joyful intimacy of the moment is overtaking him. ]

My d-darling~!

My fiancé!

[ He heated moment is harboring much of William's attention, his grunts and groans coming out quicker and louder by the moment. But, somehow, hearing the word 'fiancé' come from Grell's lips sends an even larger jolt of heat through him.

He shudders visibly, almost at the brink before they'd really even gotten started! ]

G-grell...aahh