"Good, it finally looks like no one else is around," said Blaise to Dom.
"Yes, it seems we are al-two," replied the blank-faced male, applying a contextually logical transformation to the word "alone".
"Come on, I found a hidden away spot in this direction, where I think we can fuck," said Blaise. He'd learned to be very blunt with his quiet, literally-minded boyfriend. It had taken Dom weeks to pick up on Blaise's signals of sexual interest before they started going out, and even then, Blaise had to directly point out that his "strange behavior" had indeed been signalling sexual interest. For the most part, Blaise found it refreshing not to have to beat around the bush. He loved that Dom would trust him about almost anything related to human relationships and could connect almost any situation to things most people don't think about most of the time, like fantasy novels.
For his part, Dom was excited that Blaise was willing to try having sex even in relatively risky places if they could get some time alone. Dom was risk-averse most of the time and sex with Blaise was like an adrenaline rush. Dom didn't understand why people did even as much hiding as he and Blaise were doing, though: it seemed illogical to be so secretive about something so pleasant and natural. But then, that was only one of many things in society that didn't make much sense to Dom, and his friends were used to that by now. Most of his previous "boyfriends" and "girlfriends" had just wanted to trick him into situations other people thought were embarrassing so they could make fun of him. It was such a relief that Blaise seemed to be into him for real.
Blaise peeked over the shelves one last time, then pointed to the corner and said, "There, strip." Dom immediately took off his clothes and put them on the floor. Then he stood and faced Blaise to try to follow his lead. This was something they'd practiced several times before so Blaise wouldn't have to spend as much time on explanations and Dom wouldn't have to spend as much time on subtle cues: they called it "mirror sex". They would just copy each other until either of them decided to switch it up. Contrary to his name, Dom rarely chose to take the lead in such encounters. This time, they started by sitting down on the floor and just watching each other start to jack off. Then, Blaise reached over to give Dom a handjob and Dom reciprocated. Blaise, looking into Dom's always-fascinated eyes, grinned flirtatiously. Dom, paying close attention this time, made himself smile to reciprocate.
"Okay, we're gonna try anal now," said Blaise. "Bend over."
Without a moment's hesitation, Dom complied. Blaise grabbed a condom out of his scattered clothes, put it on, and slipped in. Dom moaned, and Blaise had to remind him to stay quiet. The sound of cats, dogs and birds around them made their little romp feel even more wild for Blaise, and Dom said something quiet about the animal wizards of some video game he had played. They both were close to orgasm soon enough, and they both expected it to be the best yet. Blaise's favorite part was always passing the point of no return: Devon or the shopkeeper could come back at any moment, but he was going to have to see this sex act through regardless of who found him. This time, though, the prospect of getting wasn't nearly so thrilling, although the act itself was. After all, why should they really worry about being seen doing something so pleasant and natural?