In one quick whiff the pants were down. Around his ankles, at least. It was fun, being able to do that without worrying about getting in trouble. No particular obligations to bog them down. No reason they couldn't ditch the clothes and have some fun in the middle of a not-so-abandoned subway station. If only a few of their missions had ended like this before.

He slid himself onto Rude's lap, pressing his dick up against Rude's. His was fairly normal in terms of size - he'd never worried to much about that, it was plenty big enough and he knew how to use it - but his vanity definitely showed in not only how well-groomed he kept it but in how it matched his hair. Too bad that couldn't be appreciated too much in the dark.

Heated, stiff shafts pressed against each other, he rocked his hips eagerly to create friction, squeezing them between their bodies and rubbing them together. He wrapped a hand around them to keep them together as he moved, leaning forward and wrapping his other arm over Rude's shoulder as he leaned in for a kiss.