i was filled with poison

[ripped]

[The scent of rain lingers in the late-night air while he busies himself closing. The metal shutters come down, clattering against their inset. Behind him he can hear the telltale plink, plink of the tip jar being counted. Once he's satisfied the shutters are fastened and locked, he turns, making his way over to the counter. Heine's a pretty tall guy, but Nero's taller, slipping in behind him and bracing his arms on the counter on either side of Heine's waist. He forms a long, warm stripe against Heine's back.]

All day? In those jeans? C'mon, cut me some slack.

[They've done this before, just not here, but Nero isn't particularly worried--the manager is out, they have all the time in the world.

Not, mind, that he intends to take his time. That ass in those jeans was a sight, after all, one he'd been enduring since their shift started.]

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[shooteverything]

Do your best.

[ his tone stays flat and sarcastic, even when a warm hand smooths over his stomach and nero's mouth presses against the back of his neck, then his ear to pull at a piercing. ]

Here? Really?

[ head tipping back, he takes a half-step back so that he can brace his hands on the countertop, pressing back against nero's front. he hopes to whatever god there is that if nero's this worked up, he has accessories stashed away somewhere, or else he's going to get cockblocked pretty hard. ]

[ripped]

Yeah, really.

[With his scarred hand, he undoes the tie to Heine's apron, letting it fall free. His good hand keeps palming Heine's stomach, climbing at a leisurely pace. His mouth keeps playing with Heine's plethora of earrings, gently knocking them against one another as he slides his tongue down, and up; the chiming is delightful.

Heine is smaller than he is, but Nero doesn't find that attractive so much as just convenient. It makes it easy for him to bear his weight down, pressing the both of them up against the counter.]

I don't hear you complaining.

[It's murmurder in low tones against the shell of Heine's ear as Nero's mouth slides down, to his jaw, his neck.]

[shooteverything]

You're a bad influence on me.

[ heine's voice is still steady, not wavering until nero gets to the back of his neck, which is as usual, sensitive. sighing, heine moves slightly to pull the apron off over his head before half-turning to face his... coworker. friend? not really. ]

Do you have stuff, or is this a spur-of-the-moment thing?

[ despite that, he slides his knee between nero's legs, leaning up now to start paying attention to his neck in turn. ]

lmf murmurder.... #just4amthings

[ripped]

You like it.

[Coworker with benefits. Who, as of the moment Heine turns to face him, hungrily steals a kiss. His mouth slants over Heine's. His scarred hand stays braced against the counter while his good hand migrates from Heine's stomach to his back pocket. He tugs the condom out, breaking the kiss to offer Heine a grin.]

I'm a regular boyscout.

[The condom is joining the tip jar on the counter, within easy reach for later. He takes a second to remove his own apron before both of his hands fall to Heine's ass, and he grinds up against that leg with an appreciative hiss.]

a murmur of murder

[shooteverything]

[ heine holds mostly still, leaning up to return the kiss, only falling back when nero does. ]

...that's not what Boy Scouts prepare for.

[ at least, he's pretty sure. heine lets it go for now and rubs his thigh against the front of nero's pants openly, smirking a little at his reaction. ]