Neil and Brenden ambled through the department store.
"Look at the sofas! This would look great under the window in our living room." Neil chimed. Brenden came behind him and wrapped his arms above his torso. With his chin crooked onto Neil's shoulder, Brenden glanced over the couch. A three-seat leather couch with a wooden frame sat in front of them. It looked comfortable enough.
"A seats a seat." He responded. Brenden nuzzled the needles of his growing beard beneath Neil's ear, met with a sough.
"Stop it! Ngh! Someone might see us."
"I don't care, heh." Chortled Brenden.
Without much more protest, the pair of mouths pressed against each other. Neil took in Brenden's bottom lip and lapped it slowly before gnawing on it ever-so gently. Their hands pawed over each other's groins. There wouldn't be much more arguing after this point.
"Ok-fine! Let's do this." A hesitant smirk lit up Neil's face.
Neil remained pinned against the cold metal of a display fridge. One or two footsteps on occasion, would break the silence of the otherwise empty department store. Brenden planted kisses along the base of Neil's jawline. Neil began to fidget as his partner started mixing in the occasional nibble onto his tender skin. In spite of the kerfuffle amongst the kitchen appliances, no eyes were turned in their direction.
"J-just keep it quiet." gasped Neil, as he let the last of his resistance rest. Brenden only responded with a snicker. He turned around and braced the fridge. His right eye settled on the horizon beyond the stainless steel door of the refrigerator. Neil stood fixated on the pathway leading away from them. No one was coming down the tiled walkway.
Brenden brought himself in close. He could feel Neil's body press against him out of instinct. The original whines and whimpers were replaced with near-silent giggling and heavier breathing. Brenden's nose sifted through the soft brown hair of his partner and reveled in the faint scent of lavender. The hum of a zipper pulling down brought his attention back to Neil. His own thumbs slid underneath the waistband of his athletic shorts and brought them down, just past the base of his erection. He chuckled and noted that his pubic hair had grown in a little more since the last time they encountered each other. In front of him, Neil pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs down enough to see the curvature of his rear-end.
