The door hit the wall behind it and bounced back slightly on its hinges.

An old man stood in the doorway.

He was maybe late sixties, wearing a robe over pajamas, his grey hair sticking up on one side like he had come straight from bed.

He stepped onto the roof and looked around with the energy of someone who had been building up to this moment for a while. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Ah—" He pointed at nothing in particular. "Ahh. I knew it. Shameless people. I knew you miscreants were up here doing nonsense—"

He stopped.

He looked around the roof properly.

Nothing. Nobody. Just the blanket on the floor and the city lights beyond the edge and the cold air moving across the open space.

He frowned.

He took two steps further onto the roof and turned in a slow circle, his eyes moving across every corner, every shadow, every possible place a person could be.

Nothing.

His frown deepened.

He walked toward the center of the roof, his slippers scuffing against the surface, still looking. He passed within two meters of where Liam and Kelly were and kept going without slowing.

Then he stopped.

He had found Liam’s clothes.

The shirt on the blanket.

He crouched down slightly and looked at it, then stood back up and looked around again with renewed suspicion.

"He wore this up here," the old man muttered to himself, turning the shirt over with one foot. "So they must be hiding. Hiding somewhere like rats."

He checked behind the water tank at the far end of the roof. Nothing. He checked along the low wall at the edge. Nothing.

He stood in the middle of the roof with his hands on his hips and looked at the sky briefly like it might offer an explanation.

Liam had one hand pressed flat over Kelly’s mouth.

She was struggling. Not dramatically but consistently, her body shifting against his, trying to move, trying to cover herself, trying to do something other than stand completely still and naked on her own roof while an old man in pajamas walked around looking for her.

Every few seconds she made a sound against his palm that didn’t make it past his hand and he pressed slightly firmer.

His other arm was around her waist, holding her still.

She had realized a few seconds after the door burst open that the old man couldn’t see them.

She had gone from full panic to a different kind of tension, still not comfortable, but no longer trying to run.

They watched him check behind the door frame on the inside. Then come back out. Then stand there for a final long moment with his hands on his hips, shaking his head slowly.

"Must not be here," he said to himself. He sounded genuinely disappointed. "Thought I heard something. These young people." He hissed once, a long dismissive sound, and turned back toward the door. "Nonsense."

He walked back through the door and pulled it shut behind him. The latch clicked.

The roof was quiet again.

Liam exhaled.

’Thank God I activated cloak,’ he thought. He kept his hand over Kelly’s mouth for another three seconds just to be safe. Then he slowly removed it.

Kelly’s eyes were wide, her hair everywhere, her chest still heaving slightly from holding her breath. She was still facing forward, her back against his chest.

Liam was still holding her around the waist. He became aware of something pressing against her from behind.

’Oh,’ he thought.

His dick was fully hard, pressing directly against her ass, stiff and present, the contact impossible to ignore given how close they were standing.

He cleared his throat.

’Okay,’ he thought, still looking at the closed door over her shoulder. ’So now I have to explain to her why a whole man just walked past us and saw absolutely nothing. That conversation is going to require some creativity.’

Her hand found him.

She wrapped her fingers around him from the front, her arm reaching back between them, and started moving her hand slowly. One long stroke downward and back up.

Liam stopped talking.

She did it again. The same pace. Completely unhurried, her back still against his chest, her hand working steadily, her eyes looking out at the city in front of her like nothing in particular was happening.

"Kelly—"

She didn’t respond. Just kept going. Her grip firm and her pace deliberate, each stroke full and continuous.

"That feels—" He stopped. Started again. "That’s really good."

She said nothing. Her hand kept moving.

He stood there with his chin near her shoulder and his arm still around her waist and let her continue, the cold air on the roof around them and the city below them and the old man presumably back in bed somewhere beneath their feet.

Her strokes lengthened slightly. Slower but covering more, her fingers spreading slightly on the upstroke and tightening on the down.

"Mm—"

She kept going for a while. Long enough that his jaw had tightened and his hand on her waist had found the curve of her hip and was pressing in.

Then she reached back with her other hand and found him, adjusting the angle, and guided him to her entrance from behind.

He felt the warmth of her immediately.

He let it happen.

He pressed forward slowly and she pushed back at the same time and he slid into her pussy in one smooth movement and they both went still for a second at the contact.

Then he started moving.

Long strokes, his hands finding her hips, the rhythm building from the first movement rather than working up to it.

She pushed back to meet each one, her ass pressing against his hips, the soft flesh spreading against him on every stroke.

*Ta. Ta. Ta.*

"Mm — ah—"

He picked up the pace.

Her sounds climbed with it, coming freely now, no longer worried about the old man or the door or anything outside of what was happening between them on the roof.

Her boobs swayed with every thrust, the weight of them shifting forward and back continuously.

"Ah — Liam — oh—"

He drove forward harder and she reached out and put one hand on the low wall at the roof edge in front of her, steadying herself against the impact, her other hand still at her side.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Oh — yes — ah—"

He kept going for a while, the rhythm steady and relentless, the cold air moving across both of them, the city spread out below them in every direction.

Then she reached back and pressed her hand against his hip. Stopping him.

He slowed.

She pulled forward off him and turned around.

She looked at him for a second.

Then she pushed him gently backward until his legs found the blanket and he sat down and she climbed onto his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs, her hands on his shoulders.

She reached down and took him in her hand and positioned herself above him.

Then she sat down.

"Oh—" Her head dropped back, her hair falling behind her, her whole body going momentarily still as she took him in fully from this angle.

Then she started moving.

Her hips rolling forward and back in a slow deliberate rhythm, her hands on his shoulders, her boobs right there in front of him, swaying with each roll of her hips, heavy and warm. He put his hands on her waist and felt every movement of her above him.

"Mm — ah—"

She picked up the pace gradually. Her sounds climbing with it. Her hips finding a deeper rhythm, each stroke more deliberate than the last, her whole body committed to the motion.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Her boobs bounced with the rhythm now, the motion continuous and heavy, the skin of them flushed from everything.

Her head was back, her hair loose, her mouth open with sounds coming out of it that had no shape to them anymore.

"Ah — oh — mm—"

Then her legs gave.

Not gradually. All at once.

The strength just left them and she dropped, her full weight coming down, taking him completely in one sudden movement with nothing between.

"Oh—"

Her eyes rolled back.

Her head tipped back toward the sky, her mouth wide open, a sound tearing out of her that went straight up into the stars.

Her whole body shuddered once and she came, hard and immediate, her pussy clenching around him in continuous tight waves that he felt through his entire body.

She collapsed forward onto his chest.

Her forehead against his collarbone. Her hair everywhere.

Her breathing completely wrecked, coming in heavy pulls against his skin.

He held her.

A moment passed.

Then her hips moved.

Small at first. Just a slight lift and drop, her weight still on his chest, her forehead still against him. Then again.

Then finding a rhythm, her ass rising and falling in short deliberate strokes, her body still working even with everything else shut down, moving on its own.

’This is incredible,’ he thought, his hands finding her ass, feeling the motion of it under his palms. ’She’s exhausted and she’s still going. She’s not even fully upright.’

He let her set the pace. Her ass rising and dropping steadily against his lap, the sound of it quiet but present, her sounds muffled against his chest, small and continuous.

"Mm — ah — mm—"

He felt it building on his end. That familiar pressure climbing.

"I’m going to cum," he said.

She said nothing. Her hips kept moving. Her forehead still on his chest.

He took that as his answer.

His hands spread wide across her ass, both palms gripping the full soft weight of it, and he started lifting her slightly on each upstroke and bringing her back down, increasing the depth and the impact.

One.

"Ah—"

Two.

"Mm—"

Three.

Her fingers pressed into his shoulders.

Four.

"Oh—"

Five.

Her whole body tightened above him.

Six.

"Mm—"

Seven.

He came.

His hands pulled her down hard against him and held her there, a low rough sound tearing out of him through his jaw as everything released at once, deep inside her, both of them locked together on the blanket on the roof with the cold air sitting around them and the city below them and the stars directly above.

He stayed there.

His breathing heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling hard beneath her head.

She hadn’t moved.

He looked down at her.

Her eyes were closed. Her lips slightly parted. Her breathing slow and deep and completely even against his chest.

She was asleep.

He sat there with her on his lap and her hair across his chest and the cold air moving across the roof and looked at her for a moment.

Then he raised one hand and placed it gently on her hair, his palm resting against the back of her head.

He looked up at the stars.

Said nothing.

Just sat there.