Simoun, Guragief/Anubituf, lock the door
He had no idea what he had been thinking. Maybe that he wanted to surprise Anubituf, or that he wanted to steal time together, those ideas had certainly bolstered him into going through with this particular course of action, but now that he was alone and waiting, he felt exposed and perhaps just a little bit silly. Lately they had been so busy, too busy to steal time with each other, tonight had just been another case in point of this, Guragief had been called to a meeting instead of being able to eat with Anubituf as he normally would have. It was one thing to be dedicated to your work and another to give up all life totally. That's what led him here. Sitting in the dark, on Anubituf's bed. Waiting.
The door swung open to illuminate a form as familiar to him as his own, the light streaming in didn't reach as far as the bed itself, leaving Guragief cloaked in the shadows then was extinguished as the door clicked shut behind Anubituf. He reached for the light.
"Could you lock the door, please?" Guragief voice, quiet and calm, stilled that hand as it emerged from the darkness.
" 'Gief?" The hand stilled, drew back and reached for the lock instead, sending the bolt home before sweeping off cape and hat, hanging them on a hook next to the door.
"Hi..." His breath whispered against the back of Anubituf's back this time, warm and very near. "I wanted to see you... to surprise you." He reached out, caught his lover, drew him close. "To take some time for us." Anubituf's back collided directly into Guragief's unclothed chest. "I hope you don't mind."
"You... decided to surprise me?" Anubituf's hand snaked around, smoothing over the fine and very naked curve of the taller man's ass. "Naked?"
"Mmmhmmm.." Unable to resist, he scraped his teeth against Anubituf's earlobe, drawing it between his lips, giving it a heady suck that seemed to heat his own blood. He wondered vaguely how it was affecting the other man as he shifted forward, finding a cozy little home for his growing arousal against the seat of Anubituf's pants.
"No." A gasp in the dark as fingers tightened against his skin. "I don't mind."