For Joe and Marvey.

[goodbyesempai]

I've been waiting to meet Joe Gibken. It's a strangely evocative name. Any mention of him has begun to provoke memories that weren't quite there before; soft skin, silky hair, full lips. Tragedy. Parting. Soldiers, boots, coming towards us. I have no idea how much of this is real (though none of it in this current existence of mine) and how much is fancy brought on by the idea of his being my fated love in every lifetime but this one.

Marvelous wouldn't hear of my meeting him alone, so we've arranged for it to be the three of us. I need to see Joe.

I need to know all about him.

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US bathroom stalls have space between the walls and the ceiling, forgive me if this isn't universal

[marveychan]

The back of my head hits the wall of the stall when I let out a strangled groan. I don't even feel it, all I can feel is him inside me, pressing deeper, fucking me harder.

I clench around him, I draw him in as deep as I can. I gather my legs more tightly around his hips.

I'm already close to coming, to shooting between us. I let go of him so I can reach up behind me with both my arms, grab at the top of the stall, clinging, holding myself up as he fucks me raw.

[goodbyesempai]

He's suddenly reaching up, hanging off the wall like a small monkey. And I smile, distracted though I otherwise am, because this is why I love him. He's so determined in this as in all other things.

His thighs are gripping me so tightly I'll have bruises. I don't care. There are not enough kisses in the universe for me to lavish upon his face and neck (though believe me, I'm trying) so I reward him instead by freeing a hand to take hold of him. I'm moving faster than ever, so the strokes are awkward and irregular.

[marveychan]

If I ever had any inclination to be a quiet lover, it would have gone right out the window when he wraps his hand around me.

It doesn't take much by this point, just a few rough strokes and then I'm growling out his name between a string of curses. Somehow, even after all the time we've been together, each time feels more amazing than the last.

Hopefully it's the same for him.

[goodbyesempai]

I finish up not long afterwards, gathering him into my arms so he doesn't fall down from the wall. I'm content to stand there like that with him for several moments, propping him against the wall with my face buried against his neck, to which I press lazy kisses whenever I find the inclination.

Once the blood stops rushing in my head I reach for some toilet paper to begin cleaning him up. I often have to take care of this myself, and I get the feeling we don't have long left before someone comes knocking on the door demanding that we leave, "congratulations, I think the whole street heard you."

[marveychan]

I laugh weakly, still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm. He dutifully cleans us up, and I've always wondered if his need to do that so quickly is because of his former military life.

Honestly, as uncomfortable as it may have been, I wouldn't have minded wearing the results of our union all over me until we got back to our temporary home.

I slide down, once I feel like my legs can hold me, and settle on my feet, leaning back against the wall of the stall. "Good. I mean, I was aiming for the entire city, but the whole street us passable."

[goodbyesempai]

I give him another sloppy little kiss (or two, or three,) and then try to help him to his feet so we can begin to make our way home.

As I expected, there are people queuing outside. I try to force down my embarrassment as much as I can. I'm a pirate, after all, and Marvelous will be milking this for all it's worth. He'll be strutting like a little peacock right the way home.

[marveychan]

I smirk at the line of people, and add an extra swagger to my steps as we pass them and head out of the restaurant. Let them gawk, none of them are as lucky as I am to have such a sexy and skilled lover.

The one problem with this whole situation is that now I'm starving again.

[goodbyesempai]

He struts past the crowds, and we go out into the street together. I take his hand, "where would my sweetheart like to go now?" It's said in a light tone, not overly soppy, though he knows he is indeed my sweetheart.

[marveychan]

I chuckle fondly, gripping his hand. I'm starving, but there is food back at the apartment, and I would really like to get there before my legs collapse entirely.

"Home?"