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[inthebiblicalsense]

[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.

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[inthebiblicalsense]

That hand gets an appreciative sigh when he's finally touched, clenching around him with that first stroke before he relaxes into the shallow thrusts again.

But the shift of pace, the way he presses him into the cool stone immediately pulls more from him, sound, pressure, engagement. His fingers flex and grip the air, legs trembling and he's getting exactly what he wanted.

[knowmyplace]

He sinks teeth into his shoulder, not enough to draw blood but enough that Ethan will surely feel it. He snaps his hips hard against his, changing the angle just slightly so he can push up into him, fucking him against the wall with a soft gasp of his name. It's raw movement now, each break of his hips against Ethan's pure pleasure and ferocity. He does keep his hand on him, stroking him in time.