AU - Rat

[everymonstrousthing]

In the days after she goes, he's Dirtyhands more often than not. He stalks Darrow, sharp enough to cut. So little soft left in him. It's worse, because he'd let himself soften. He'd let too much of Kaz Reitvald come back and now reminding himself how to be the man he was in Ketterdam is hard work. It hurts.

Still. There's rough work to be done. So here he is.

The air in the club is close with tobacco, the smell of bodies. Kaz's mouth makes a moue of distaste as he slips up to the bar and orders gin, neat. He leans his back against polished wood, looks up at the stage. He's in time to catch the tail end of the performance.

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[plaguedrat]

"Good," he says, catching his lower lip in his teeth. His hand slides down Kaz's body, past the waist of his pants and between his legs, exploring his interest.

[everymonstrousthing]

It feels good to hand over that control, when he's been holding on so hard for so long. He's been hard since they started kissing and, when Rat's palm slides over him, Kaz lifts his hips to the touch.

[plaguedrat]

Rat hums again, taking Kaz's request, enjoying the authority he's been given. Testing those limits, he crawls his way down Kaz's body, littering kisses down his chest as he undoes Kaz's pants.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz forgets that he's supposed to breath for a moment as Rat kisses down his chest, clever fingers working at his pants. He tilts his head and watches, fascinated by the make-up, the way it softens the sharp lines of Rat's face.

[plaguedrat]

"Like what you see?" Rat tilts his head and bites the crease of his hip. When Kaz doesn't object, Rat rolls his waistband of his pants down and palms Kaz again through his underclothes.

[everymonstrousthing]

"So far," says Kaz, nodding. His breath hisses at the bit when Rat bites him again. Shifting his hips, he makes it easy for Rat to roll his pants out of the way and, when Rat's palm slides over him again, separated from skin by only a thin layer of cotton, he bites back something suspiciously like a moan.

[plaguedrat]

He laughs at that, warm and throaty against Kaz's skin. Inclining his head, he mouths at Kaz through the cloth, palm still pressed on his thigh.

[everymonstrousthing]

It's not entirely unexpected but his hips still jerk a little, provoked by the moist heat of Rat's mouth through thin fabric.

[plaguedrat]

He chuckles again, opens his mouth a little wider, flicking out his tongue. His fingers creep under the seam or his underwear to pull it down.

[everymonstrousthing]

It's a lot to give in to, to lift his hips and let Rat peel his underwear down, leaving him essentially naked and sprawled on the sofa. Kaz has been naked in front of only one person in his life. Rat makes two. He watches Rat's face, watches for a reaction. He pulls in a breath, his cock twitching in the cool air.

[plaguedrat]

Rat doesn't make it a show, but he does lean back enough to take the sight of Kaz in completely. The other man looks cut from marble, beautiful and elegant, and Rat smiles at him before leaning forward and running a hand up one bare thigh.

[everymonstrousthing]

The scar on his right knee and thigh is ugly, twisted and thick, but it's something that Kaz has grown used to over the three years he's been living with it. The pain is worse than the scar. He tilts his head, looking down at Rat.

"See something you can work with?"

[plaguedrat]

Rat leans forward and looks at that scar, running a careful thumb over the shape of it. There's no pressure, no prodding, just a brief exploration. To him, it's no worse than the scars he sees every day in the mirror.

"See something I like," he corrects.

[everymonstrousthing]

A brief, genuine smile flickers across Kaz's face. He nods.

"Good."

[plaguedrat]

He catches that smile and holds Kaz's gaze for a second, offering him a smile in return. Trailing fingers from that scar up Kaz's thigh, he bends forward again to take Kaz in his mouth, properly this time without the barrier of clothing.

[everymonstrousthing]

It's been a long time and the wet warmth of Rat's mouth sliding down over him comes as something of a shock. Kaz's head falls back and he makes a small, broken sound.

[plaguedrat]

It's a lonely sound and Rat responds with a gentle hand on Kaz's thigh. It's neither pitying nor condescending, just simply there as a reminder of his real see and solidity. All of this as he sinks his head down, mouth wet along his skin.

[everymonstrousthing]

His hand slides over the back of Rat's hand, nails scraping lightly against his skin as Kaz lifts his hips experimentally. It's all softer and kinder and more gentle than Kaz really knows what to do with anymore.

[plaguedrat]

Rat tilts his head so that his hair falls to the side, giving Kaz access and encouragement to dig his nails in. He's still testing Kaz, searching out his limits. When he seems at ease, then Rat starts to bob his head, the movement well practiced.

[everymonstrousthing]

His fingers push into Rat's hair, keeping it flipped back from his face, so that Kaz has got a view of Rat's delicate features, of the way his mouth looks as it slides down over Kaz's cock. He'd suspected that Rat would be good at this; he's pleased not to be surprised.

[plaguedrat]

Rat has had enough lovers that this is no longer strange to him but something he knows and knows well. He makes it look easy as he slides his head down, breathes through his nose, and flicks his eyes up to Kaz's, asking if he likes it with an air of challenge, like he dares Kaz to give in, to voice his pleasure.

[everymonstrousthing]

That look, it's provocative and dangerous, sharp like all of Rat's looks are sharp. Enough to cut. But Kaz Brekker has never shied away from dangerous things.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes, losing the words to the edges of a moan.

[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles around him, lets out a hum low in the back of his throat that teases all the worse because he pulls back then, licking his lips and giving Kaz a feral look. "So?" he presses.

[everymonstrousthing]

It's an effective tease and Kaz is left breathless and wanting, his hips lifting slightly to press himself into nothing at all. He swallows.

"What?"

[plaguedrat]

He still plays up the theatricality of it, licking his lips and making clear eye contact. "Is that how you want to come?" It's a genuine request, hidden in a tease, as Rat unbuttons his own jeans, moves off the couch to fully undress so that he's as bare as Kaz.