the only thing able to reign hastur's own thoughts in were the sparse mutters and dirty looks he'd gained from the others. part of him considered shooting another nasty remark back, something about the blessed qualities of the virgin mary, but the elevator has other plans. he bites down on the inside of his cheek to squelch the surprised gasp that's about to burst from his mouth.

instead, paired with the warmth of the other's body and the sudden pressure of furfur against his chest, it comes out a filthy moan.

hastur's heart is absolutely hammering, especially in the now-quiet din of the room. had everybody heard that? lord, of course everybody heard that. he wants out of here. he needs out of here. " right - right, calm down - ... fucking ... " he mutters, whether to himself or not . the elevator jerks once more, less sharply than before, and begins the unfortunate stutter-step it picked up somewhere along the way. the breaks came suddenly and frequently, each creaking bounce shoving everyone that much closer together .

Furfur was completely unaware of any looks that may be shooting their way. The only thing they were able to see was the close chest of the other demon. Their lips were practically pressed against the dirtied material of what supposedly passed for a shirt of some kind. Fingers curling tighter to the point his knuckles were even whiter than their skin already was.

That loud moan send a shockwave through Furfur and he bit down on his lip so hard that he drew blood. Thighs pressing together as he tried desperately to not press his face further against Hasters chest.

"Fuck off..." He managed to mutter against the cloth. Breathing heavily despite their best tries. Every time the elevator shook and creaked, Furfurs body was pressed against the others until the point he couldn't help but groan through his clenched teeth. "Fuck... off...." The demon repeated before tensing, legs pressing tighter.

He didn't mean that... Hastur couldn't tell... could he?

Fuck, fuck fuck.... Furfur needed off of the elevator and quick. If Hastur really did know, he was never going to hear the end of it. Fingers were beginning to shake from how tightly they were clenched.

" mmh . well , i thought it was . "

it was hard to tell what was going on with furfur at the moment . one second , he was this shaking , quivering , pale pile of man - the next he was rigid in hastur's arms , stock-still . it was interesting to him , the way he could feel every tense little muscle in furfur's body from how tightly they were pressed together ; thighs , arms , torso , the lot of it . hastur could only imagine what the other demon was holding back , and frankly , he didn't want to be a part of whatever it was .

unless he did .

oh , that was interesting .

it came to hastur suddenly , like a strong whiff of perfume or a stiff breeze on a hot day . a bit sideways from love , but in the same family nonetheless - hastur himself paused as a result , almost testing the air for some sort of confirmation bias , but there was none to be found .

this wasn't concerning. this wasn't concerning because clearly , hastur could not be concerned . he refused , quite plainly , to be concerned - besides the fact that furfur looked as if he might faint into his arms . were hastur not the largest thing in the room , he might have felt the same way , so sympathies were definitely shared , but ... not concern .

" ... keeping it together ? " he nearly whispers , voice a low rumble in his chest . the last thing he wants is to attract attention to either of them , what with the bright flush he was now sporting , but if furfur was planning on collapsing into a fit or sicking up over both of their shoes , he'd much rather know ahead of time . " just ... be patient . "

with the floor properly selected, hastur returns himself to the most comfortable position he can manage , alternating his gaze between the wall to his right and the top of furfur's head . between the shakey breaths from the other man and the awkward way he was posturing , keeping the two of them apart , he felt as if he might go mad -

the flickering of the lights overhead was not enough to warn him what was to come . a sudden jolt and sharp hum of electricity , coupled with the lights going out entirely , and the whole elevator rattled mercilessly .

while this may have happened on a biweekly basis , it was enough of a shock for the whole crowded elevator to fall in on themselves - all besides hastur , the only one with a proper chance of holding steady . fully without thought , hastur grips tight to furfur's waist , doing his best to keep the man his footing .

"I'm fi...." Furfur began to try and answer but the images in his head were making it difficult to focus.

If the demon had been more aware, he would have realised what the flickering lights meant was coming. But the only thing he could think of was how close the two of them were. And how good he thought Hastur smelt. So when the jolt comes and the lights go out, Furfur stumbles and puts his hands out instinctively to steady himself.

They land against Hasturs chest, one slightly under his coat. The demon only has a moment to register this fact before the others hands are upon his hips. Gripping tightly.

Furfur instantly stills, all other thoughts leaving his mind as it focuses on the fact that Hastur was holding him. Fingers digging into his hips slightly.

Oh no... oh this was not helping. This was not helping at all. This was making things so much worse.

Furfurs hands curled slightly against Haster as the demon closed his eyes. Trying to concentrate on standing upright. That was all that was going on. They were just trying to keep upright till the elevator came to a stop and he could get the heck out of there.

"D-don't say that," Furfur managed to mutter through his thoughts. "They hear that and..." The elevator jolted again and they had to grip onto Hasters clothes to keep themself from falling and having their body completely pressed against the others body. Furfur bit down hard onto his tongue to stop any sound from leaving him at the closeness.

the only thing able to reign hastur's own thoughts in were the sparse mutters and dirty looks he'd gained from the others. part of him considered shooting another nasty remark back, something about the blessed qualities of the virgin mary, but the elevator has other plans. he bites down on the inside of his cheek to squelch the surprised gasp that's about to burst from his mouth.

instead, paired with the warmth of the other's body and the sudden pressure of furfur against his chest, it comes out a filthy moan.

hastur's heart is absolutely hammering, especially in the now-quiet din of the room. had everybody heard that? lord, of course everybody heard that. he wants out of here. he needs out of here. " right - right, calm down - ... fucking ... " he mutters, whether to himself or not . the elevator jerks once more, less sharply than before, and begins the unfortunate stutter-step it picked up somewhere along the way. the breaks came suddenly and frequently, each creaking bounce shoving everyone that much closer together .