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The door of Helvete had barely been locked before Øystein was shoving into Faust’s personal space. Their mouths connected almost painfully, forceful and quick, but neither minded it. Faust was equally quick to slide a hand into Øystein’s hair, kissing back. This was part of what Øystein liked so much about Fust, his willingness to go along with things. They always seemed to be on the same page.
Faust’s thigh had nudged between Øystein’s easily as they kissed and Øystein pressed further against him. He was warm and solid, trapped between Øystein and the wall near the door. A groan pulled deep from Faust’s chest when Øystein bit at his bottom lip, though not hard enough to draw blood. Not yet. The night was just beginning, after all.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Øystein told him, breaking the kiss just enough to speak for a moment.
They both tried to catch their breath even as Øystein moved down against Faust’s thigh, seeking any friction he could get. It was rare to see Øystein this riled up, but Faust wasn’t going to complain about a good thing. Instead, he just let out a breathy laugh and nodded in agreement.
“You’ve got it now,” He assured Øystein. “Whatever you want,” And both of them knew he truly meant it, there was very little he would ever deny Øystein.
Faust initiated the next kiss, smiling into it when he felt Øystein hardening against his thigh. The desperation sent a shiver down Faust’s spine and he could feel himself becoming affected as well. He ignored it in favor of focusing on Øystein for the time being, though.
Øystein’s thighs tightened around his own, gaining more friction and moving a bit quicker. With the adjusted position, it forced a whine out of him. Each sound Faust managed to earn was burned in the back of his brain and this was no different. He grinned as Øystein pulled away from the kiss again and buried his face into Faust’s chest again.
Already, he looked and sounded wrecked. His cock was hard as he rocked against Faust like it was the last time he’d ever get off and a string of needy sounds escaped him as he did so. They were mostly muffled into Faust’s shirt, but he could hear them well enough in the silence of the shop. He was grateful he’d already turned off the music for the night, able to hear the sounds at all.
“Keep going,” Faust encouraged quietly, fingers finding their way deeper into Øystein’s hair and holding him closer. “Get yourself off for me,” It earned a broken little moan from Øystein, his forehead pressing into Faust’s shoulder more firmly now.
Øystein didn’t say anything in return, but he followed the instructions. His hips didn’t slow down, not faltering for even a moment. His hands found Faust’s sides, squeezing them surprisingly gently given their current situation. It made Faust smile a bit, pressing his thigh more firmly against Øystein.