When Desmond popped into the sewers to brush his teeth, he certainly wasn't expecting anything to happen. No, not really. Perhaps watch a sewer rat swim around, perhaps watch water drip and cause ripples. Nothing exciting. Nothing. He was especially not expecting to have Shaun's tongue down his throat in the early hours of the morning, a mouthful of foamy toothpaste dribbling everywhere, and feeling the trail of the toothpaste his brush left behind as he ran his hands up Shaun's shirtless back.
And he most certainly didn't expect to find the entire thing utterly arousing. He could feel the foam dripping down his chest, Shaun's hands firmly entangled in his hair, and when Shaun pressed against him, he groaned as the toothpaste was smeared between their bodies. He wasn't even focused on that wicked tongue that was intent on thoroughly taking his mouth, but the taste of the toothpaste mixing with the strong flavor of Shaun's tea, and the mint seemed to work just right. His toothbrush was pressed against Shaun's shoulder blade, clattering to the floor after he moved his hands just enough without caring about it, and Shaun pulled back.
He was panting, his eyes still closed as he caught his breath, toothpaste smeared all over his chin and chest. Desmond wondered how he managed to look so much cleaner than he did, and when Shaun turned around and went to wipe the toothpaste off, Desmond snarled. He grabbed Shaun's wrist, pinning him to the wall of the sewers, the other man's eyes wide and fully awake now.
"You think you can get away with that?" Desmond growled, pressing Shaun against the wall and grinding his hips against him. "You fucking think you can get the fuck away with that?"
Shaun made a quiet little gasp as Desmond picked him up and kept him pinned. His legs wrapped around his waist, and he snarled when Shaun looked at him again, shuddering. He kissed him, violently, not enjoying being teased quite so insistently, and he took control of the kiss, loving the feel of the toothpaste foam squishing against their skin and the taste of the mint tea he now had.
When he felt someone else walk in, he turned, glaring at the person. It was Lucy. She looked utterly shocked, taking in how debauched Shaun looked and they still had their pants on. Her toothpaste and toothbrush were dangling precariously in her grip, and he snarled. She jolted, backing up a pace.
"You-you look like a rabid animal."
Desmond snorted, his eyebrows narrowing as she continued to back up.
"If I am, then Shaun's my prey. Now let me enjoy it," he growled, and she turned.
Before he could check to make sure she was out of the sewers, he had his tongue in Shaun's mouth again, Shaun's hands working at his jeans as Desmond's fingers gripped his ass tightly to keep him up. It probably would've helped if he could quit grinding against him for just a moment.
Of course, he was too distracted by the toothpaste smeared between them and the taste of the kiss.
This was a good morning.