BnChn rushing home, hands and lips running across eachothers skin too immersed in to worry if anyone else is home before they fall onto the couch and start undressing. Their movements more hurried kisses wet as they struggle with the others pants, until a pointedly cleared throat alerts them to Immie sitting across from them. Before they can start to apologize the younger is making his way to them, carding his long fingers in their hair and bringing their lips close. “I didn’t say you could stop…”