[they really failed subtle exhibitionism, here. anyone nearby almost definitely heard them and just had the manners to not come look.

not that Velveteen remembers or cares, not with the way Graey is crushing him to the wall and filling him up nice and warm, not with those teeth and that growl, and- yeah. no one can blame him for forgetting to be quiet, when it's all he can do to go slack like a scruffed cat, pinned as he is, still save for the way his insides practically milk Graey's cock.]