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[Post "While I appreciate the sentiment, what I need at the moment is practicality more than support."]

Stuart doesn't use the room when David's not in the bar, not even for a catnap. If he's studying, he prefers the low hum of the bar proper, not to mention the convenience of instant tea and food when he wants it, sometimes even before he realizes he wants it.

When David is there, Stuart doesn't intend to do any studying, anyway. He's capable of choosing education over sex, but he prefers not to.

He takes off the satchel (heavy with books--he will study while he's here, just not now) and says as he sits on the bed to untie his shoes, "What were all the scripts for, anyway? Choosing an audition monologue?"

[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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Stuart's first instinct is to push against the intrusion--he forces himself to breathe deeply, to think, In, in, as David enters him.

"Slow, yeah?" David murmurs, his voice strained. "Relax, love."

"Yeah," Stuart whispers, "slow."

He presses his legs to David's hips, trying to relax.

David rests his forehead against Stuart's, holding himself still until he feels Stuart relax around him and then pushing forward just a bit more.

Stuart kisses him, tugging on his hips.

David tries to move as slow as he can, but he's overwhelmed by the tightness and the desire to be inside Stuart.

"Faster," Stuart whispers and swallows hard. "It's okay. Just--just do it. Fuck me."

"You're...you're sure," David moans, his fingers gripping the sheets.

"Yes, yes," Stuart says and wraps his legs around David's hips to prove it. "Don't hold back."

David starts to move, then, bending to kiss Stuart as he rolls his hips.

Stuart kisses him back, quietly moaning.

David still moves carefully, not wanting to hurt him. He pushes in deep and pulls back slowly.

Stuart writhes under him and kisses him desperately.

It isn't long before David starts moving faster, struggling to keep control, groaning into Stuart's mouth.

"Oh," Stuart breathes, "that's it, that's good, give it to me, baby," and clutches at David's arse to encourage him.

"Fuck, Stu," David groans, fucking him hard, his face pressed against Stuart's throat.

Stuart laughs breathlessly. "Exactly, love."

David gives a breathless, gasping laugh and shakily reaches for Stuart's cock, fingers wrapping firmly around him.

Stuart starts gasping, "Oh, oh," as he thrusts into David's hand.

David groans, stroking in time with his thrusts.

Stuart kisses David's neck.

"Stuart," David murmurs. "Please..."

Stuart scrapes his teeth over David's artery. "What?"

David whimpers, shuddering hard. "Please, I...I want you to come..."

"So close," Stuart says with another kiss.