An evening out for ill_take_bottom

[red_peril]

After the conclusion of their adventures in Istanbul, the three spies had been sent to the American city. Waverly informed them that this would be the new headquarters of the fledgling U.N.C.L.E. agency. Illya had only been there for a few weeks and was still learning his way around New York. He spent some of his spare time studying maps of the city, so the little cafe was fairly easy to find. It was only a short distance from U.N.C.L.E.'s new headquarters.

He went inside and took a seat in a booth by the window. Cowboy was no where to be seen. He had arrived ahead of Solo. The waitress sauntered over and offered him coffee. "Tea, please. With lemon." She gave him a funny look and a menu. She returned a minute or so later with a cup of hot black tea with a wedge of lemon on the side. He got another funny look from her when he told her he would wait to order until his companion had arrived.

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[ill_take_bottom]

"I'm all yours, Peril." He teased, still rocking his hips and grinding down against the man more firmly. He bent down, kissing him deeply and biting at his lower lip. He licked into his mouth, trying to deepen the kiss even more.

[red_peril]

He opened his mouth, letting Solo deepen the kiss, moaning against Cowboy's lips. With his partner grinding down upon him, he couldn't continue to stroke him. Slipping his hand out, he ran his hands down Solo's broad back.

[ill_take_bottom]

Napoleon shifted, still grinding down against him, trying to get more. He wanted to feel the other man inside him, feeling like he was going crazy from the teasing for both of them. He nipped at Illya's lips, smiling against them. "C'mon, Peril."

He stretched a bit, digging into the bedside table and grabbing a small bottle of oil. He moved, shoving the bottle into his hand.