"Just--," a grunt, "because we don't--," a gasp and a hard swallow. "see each other often doesn't mean we have to spend our time alone in--," another huff, "these kinds of positions."

Firm lips sealed his own after he was done, barely having enough time to catch his own breath.

"We have six days, babe." The words were groaned against his lips as his back slid across the tiles on the wall. "We'll do whatever you want after this."

"Stubborn," the older of the two breathed.

"But you love me for it," the other smirked.