[Piotr & Mac] The Arts and Crafts Movement

[st_rontium]

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The walk back to the gift shop was both way too long and way too short. The fuck was he getting himself into? In all this time there'd been basically nothing and he was way too self-conscious to like- All these people were way out of his league.

Still, he went. Course he did. At worst, he'd end up with a giant friend and a guy like that was always useful in a fight, 'specially to be a distraction for the smaller ones like him.

When they got there, he slipped to the far back where the clothes were, chewing intently on his lower lip as he flicked through things.

There were sewing kits up near the front and he could steal scissors for a little bit from Iggy. He didn't think the guy would mind so long as he brought 'em back.

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MacCready let out a small noise of surprise when he started to slip and was suddenly pulled forward again. "I know," he said. "I know we have all the time in the world. I just- I miss being close to someone else. There wasn't really anyone back home after my wife died and...and there hasn't been anyone at all here."

He didn't like saying shit like that to some guy he barely knew, but Piotr probably deserved to know why he was so desperate for something.

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"I have got you," Piotr murmured, kissing gently at Mac's neck while the other man spoke. There was so much that they didn't yet know about each other, but that only made him want to stay more.

"And I do not need to fuck you to keep you close." With an easy motion, he stood up keeping the other man secured the whole while. Turning around, he knelt on the bed and crawled forward on his knees until he could lower them both down among the pillows. It was a surprisingly graceful move for such a large man, but he prided himself on using his body to its full advantage. Chest to chest, Piotr pressed him into the mattress with another series of scalding kisses.