monaboyd | The Beginning of Us

Title: The Beginning of Us - 22/25
Author:

dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Part 22. Billy makes a choice, much to Dom’s delight.
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated. Many, many thanks to

frojane and

uisinger for their faboo beta skills.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. *sigh* Damn.
Previous Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21
A/N: Next part will be posted on Friday.

Part 22 - Devotion

Wake up to the truth that is in you, to the stirrings and longings of your soul.

Late morning sunlight is streaming through the curtained windows, warming the tangled bed sheets, when Dom yawns and opens his eyes. The soothing Scottish lilt of Billy’s voice is the only sound in the quiet room. Shifting on his belly, Dom’s arm tightens around Billy’s trim waist, a bare hip rubbing against Billy’s thigh.

Gazing down at Dom fondly, Billy winks and then returns his attention to the cordless phone pressed to his ear. At the same time, his free hand slides up from where it’s been resting comfortably on Dom’s warm, lean back to card through his tousled blonde hair in soft caresses. He can’t help smiling when the motion causes Dom to purr and snuggle closer.

“Yeah,” Billy says into the phone, voice gravely with sleep. “I’ll call and let you know if anything changes. Thank you.”

Hanging up, Billy sets the phone on the nightstand before sliding back down in bed, arms winding around Dom’s shoulders and guiding his head down to lay on his chest.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Who was that?” Dom asks sleepily, fingers sliding through the soft chest hair, belly fluttering when he feels Billy’s heart skip a beat beneath his palm.

“Michael. Director of the play.”

Eyes finding the clock, Dom gasps and pushes himself up onto one elbow. “Shite. You’re late aren’t you? And I’ve kept you up all night.”

“Literally,” Billy replies with a waggle of eyebrows and an amused grin, causing Dom’s cheeks to flush pink.

Hours have passed in a fuzzy haze of long, deep, soft, wet, glorious kisses, seemingly endless exploration of each others aroused bodies, and several rounds of passionately intense, yet gentle and tender lovemaking. Muscles ache from the nearly constant activity, as the lovers rested only when sheer exhaustion forced them to. Sated and spent, at least for the moment, the slight discomfort is a welcome feeling.

“You’d better hurry. I’ll make you some tea while you get ready,” Dom says and starts to withdraw, but is stopped by Billy’s hands wrapping around his tanned biceps. “What?”

Smiling gently, Billy shakes his head. “Not going in today.”

“But, rehearsals-”

“Dominic, my love,” Billy interrupts, releasing Dom’s arms, his index finger brushing over Dom’s lower lip, tracing the pouty curve. “I haven’t seen you or touched you in three very long months. I’m not going anywhere today. The play can wait until Monday.”

Thinking for moment, Dom smiles wickedly, eyes smoldering. “It’s Friday, Bills.”

“I know,” Billy says in a low, predatory voice, returning Dom’s smile.

Dipping his head, Dom’s obscenely long tongue slips inside Billy’s sweet mouth for a wet, nibbling taste. When Billy moans in response, Dom rolls his hips, rubbing his erection against Billy’s leg, the tip of his pink tongue tracing the gentle bow of Billy’s filtrum. Hand sliding down Billy’s arm, Dom pulls back and breaks the kiss when his fingers reach a barrier that he’s not familiar with. Looking down, he smiles, and a warmth spreads through his belly. It’s his leather cuff.

“You’re wearing it,” he says softly, tracing the circle of black leather, noticing how perfectly it’s been molded to his lover’s wrist.

“Of course I am,” Billy replies with an intimate smile. “I promised you I would. I’ve never taken it off. ”

“Never?”

“Not once. Thanks to you, it reminds me of the trust you give me every single day. I treasure it.”

“Romantic bastard,” Dom murmurs before bringing their mouths together in a soft kiss, fingers threading through Billy’s mussed hair.

“You love it,” Billy says, tongue darting out to tease the entrance to Dom’s mouth.

Dom grins and sighs. “I do.”

Tongues tangle messily for a few moments, Billy’s hands sliding greedily over Dom’s exposed skin. One hand glides down his lean back to cup the lovely curve of his arse, the other stroking Dom’s neck and the green stone pendant resting against his chest.

“What are we going to do for three whole days?” Dom asks breathlessly when their lips part, his eyes wide with mock innocence.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

Curling into Billy’s welcoming arms and bringing their heated bodies together, Dom has no doubt that they will.

A short while later, at Billy’s insistence, they crawl out of bed to take a shower. Claiming that the hot water will help ease their aching muscles, Billy won’t take no for an answer and coaxes Dom out of bed with playful, teasing kisses. Since he has to answer the call of nature anyway, Dom doesn’t protest too much, especially when Billy suggests that they bathe together.

To conserve water, of course.

They finally stumble out of the tiled enclosure when the water begins to run cool, lips meeting hungrily, laughing warmly, tongues tangling messily and arms wrapped around one another. Barely taking the time to dry their bodies, the lovers make a brief stop in the kitchen to grab more food, and then they are tumbling back into bed for some much needed sleep.

Burrowing under the coverlet, naked limbs entwine, folding into familiar positions, warm breath mingling as exhaustion overtakes them. Drawing his fingers through Dom’s tousled hair, Billy doesn’t stop until the sun kissed, blonde strands are dry and silky against his palm.

* * *

Mid afternoon, Dom is awoken by Billy, his sweet, cherubic mouth finally claiming what it’s been craving since the moment he spotted Dom, sprawled naked in their bed nearly twenty hours earlier. A low, appreciative noise bubbles up in Dom’s throat as Billy nuzzles his mouth against Dom’s tanned neck, kissing, licking and sucking, and when he gently bites the cords, Dom squirms, toes curling.

“That tickles, Bills.”

Dom starts to wrap his limbs around his lover, and only then does he realize that he can’t move his arms. Opening his sleepy eyes and glancing up, Dom sees that his slender wrists have been bound to the headboard with both of his cuffs and a length of black leather. Billy’s wrist is now bare.

“You okay there, Dommie?” Billy asks as his eyes silently request consent to continue.

“Bills,” Dom groans, his eyes dark with arousal, yet soft with understanding. “Don’t tease me, baby. Touch me.”

Permission received, Billy wriggles down Dom’s lithe body, trailing kisses along Dom’s collarbones and chest, pausing to lap at each dusky pink nipple and suck them into stiff little peaks. Ignoring the persistent jab of Dom’s already throbbing erection against his body, Billy then moves a little lower, tenderly licking and kissing the sensitive skin of Dom’s firm stomach. The hard, well defined muscles that Dom is so very proud of, ripple under Billy’s gentle exploration, contracting sharply when Billy’s talented tongue swirls around the circle of his belly button before finally dipping inside for a taste.

“Oh, fuck. Bills,” Dom whimpers softly, rocking his hips. “Don’t stop.”

Intensely satisfied with the passionate moans of pleasure pouring from Dom’s lips, Billy blows against the dampness and then dips his head to suck the delicate flesh, causing Dom to vibrate beneath him, breath ragged.

“So precious, Dommie,” he murmurs, rubbing his stubbly cheek against the warm, smooth skin, eliciting a shiver. “I love your body, baby. You’re so beautiful.”

Watching through half-lidded eyes, Dom sighs and trembles, his lover’s name sliding over his lips repeatedly in a silky, intimate caress.

“You’ve been doing your yoga, haven’t you?” Billy asks, bracing himself on his elbows, delicate hands sliding up and down Dom’s chest and belly, almost petting him, like a cat. The movements have the desired effect, as Dom’s breath slows, body yielding and relaxing into the mattress.

“Every single day,” Dom replies quietly, aching to slide his fingers along Billy’s shoulder and caress the soft, pale skin at the nape of his neck. “I liked to pretend that you were watching me.”

Deft hands pressing firmly against Dom’s sharp hipbones, Billy dips his head and slides the tip of his small, pink tongue along the crease where leg and pelvis meet, pausing only a fraction of an inch from Dom’s half hard cock.

“Gorgeous little slut,” Billy breathes, the warm, moist air bringing Dom’s erection back to full attention. “You love it when I watch you, don’t you, baby?”

“Like to watch you, too,” Dom pants, gently thrusting his hips, desperate for friction. “Oh, fuck me, Bills.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?” Dom asks desperately, eyes pleading.

Green eyes smoldering, Billy swirls his tongue around the sensitive head of Dom’s thick cock, causing him to buck his hips and whimper profusely. “Wanna suck you,” Billy murmurs seductively. “Miss the taste of your come, baby. Going to make you come so hard.”

Before Dom can reply, Billy has parted his lips, taking Dom into his sinfully hot, wet mouth, and Dom is lost in a dizzying swirl of erotic sensation. Hands scrambling for purchase, Dom’s fingers wrap around the narrow wooden slats of the headboard and he tightens his grip, holding on for dear life. Head thrown back, chest heaving and legs parted wide, Dom wantonly offers himself, mind, body and soul to his lover.

“Oh holy fuck, Bills. Suck me. Suck me. Suck me,” he begs, over and over, voice hoarse with need as his spine arches into a bow. “Oh God, please.”

Watching Dom surrender so completely to him, vulnerable and submissive, leaving himself utterly exposed, steals Billy’s breath, and the devotion and desire reflected in Dom’s blue-grey eyes only adds to his own throbbing need. How wonderfully trusting Dom is, how freely he gives his body to Billy, willing to give him absolutely anything he wants or needs without question or explanation. Licking his rosy, bow-shaped lips, Billy hollows his cheeks and sucks Dom’s length inside, deep into the warm, tight, wetness of his mouth. Sliding his lips and tongue down Dom’s thick, swollen shaft, Billy takes him in all the way, nose brushing against his dark curls.

Lovingly and enthusiastically sucking Dom’s cock from base to sensitive tip, Billy repeats the motion over and over, pushing his pointy tongue into the weeping slit to capture the heady taste of his lover at the end of each withdrawal. Sliding a small hand under Dom’s lovely, round arse, Billy strokes and massages the muscles at the base of his spine, moving lower and lower until his fingers are teasing at his tender entrance. Warm, wet and stretched from their previous rounds, a calloused fingertip slides in easily, finding the right spot and stroking gently, causing Dom to buck his hips frantically and cry out breathlessly, almost whimpering at the sensation.

Sweat-slicked lithe body writhing wildly, nearly unintelligible words pour from Dom’s rosy lips as Billy takes him higher and higher, unrelenting in his sensuous touch. Every movement, every caress, seems specially designed to bring Dom maximum pleasure. Hands clutching at the smooth wooden slats above him, Dom can’t control his mouth; uninhibited moans of pleasure and murmured cursing, begging for more, fall from his lips, and a repeating plea for release as Billy’s head continues to bob up and down over Dom’s hard cock.

Never moving too fast or too hard, Billy licks, strokes and sucks Dom in a strong and steady rhythm, twisting and curling his finger inside to push Dom over the edge, watching his lover through half lidded, smoldering green eyes. Emotions overwhelming his senses, orgasm crashes over Dom in a frenzied rush, and he comes hard, his body engulfed in flames of pleasure so intense that he cannot begin to try to control them.

A few moments later, when Dom comes back to his body, movement between his thighs catches his eye, and when he looks down, his sated eyes widen. Delicate hand cupped to his soft lips, Billy carefully expels the mouthful of Dom’s glittering release into his small palm before meeting Dom’s heated gaze.

Sliding up the bed until Dom’s thighs are splayed wide and his knees are nudging Dom’s legs up, Billy coats two fingers in the fluid, his eyes never leaving Dom’s.

An intense, breathless whimper fills the quiet, and Billy pauses.

“You’re too sore, aren’t you, baby?” Billy asks tenderly. “It’s okay. We don’t have to.”

When Billy starts to pull back, Dom cries out loudly in protest, strong legs wrapping around Billy to keep him close.

“Don’t,” he requests, eyes pleading desperately. “Don’t go, Bills. I want you to stay. I want you.”

“Are you sure?” Billy asks, stroking Dom’s quivering stomach with the back of his hand. “Because you know I won’t if it hurts. There are other ways, love. I can just-”

“Do you want me to beg? Is that it? I will,” Dom interrupts, body undulating under Billy’s intense gaze. “Please, Bills. I want you inside me. I need you, so bad. Please. I want you. Oh fuck, baby. Pl-”

Giving in, Billy presses his slicked fingers to Dom’s entrance, stealing Dom’s voice and making him whimper at the wonderfully erotic sensation.

“Is that what you want?” Billy whispers intimately, green eyes dark with arousal, fingers sliding in and out of Dom in a teasing rhythm. “My beautiful Dommie? Is that it?”

“Oh yeah,” Dom pants, jerking his hips needfully. “Yeah, right there. More.”

“Watch me,” Billy instructs, firmly but gently, coating his rock hard cock with the remaining fluid in his palm. Knowing that Dom loves it this way, there is no lubricant in his hand, only his saliva and Dom’s slippery, salty come. “I want you to watch me, baby.”

Hands gripping Dom’s narrow hips, Billy positions himself at Dom’s entrance and then presses forward. Feeling the tight ring of muscle wrap snugly around his erection and pull him in further, Billy fills Dom completely in one achingly slow and steady push.

Back arching, Dom moans at the intense stretch, a soft, sexy smile turning up the corners of his mouth as his sweat-slicked body trembles with need.

“Right there, Bills,” he cries out, writhing at the sensation. “Oh fuck, yeah.”

Billy moves slowly at first, rolling his hips in a small circle, knowing that the movement brushes his cock ever so lightly over Dom’s sweet spot and drives him wild. Their bodies rock together, thrusts growing faster, harder, and longer with every plea that falls from Dom’s rosy lips. Craving even deeper penetration, knowing how much Billy loves it, Dom wraps his legs around Billy, high on his waist, and draws their bodies tighter together.

“Closer. Push closer,” he begs, biceps laboring against the leather restraints. “Wanna kiss you, baby. Want your mouth.”

Acquiescing to his lover’s breathless request, Billy presses down with his body, bending Dom nearly in half as he continues to slide in and out of Dom’s lithe and incredibly aroused body. Surprised by Dom’s flexibility, Billy’s eyes widen, and he looks to Dom with question.

“Told you, Bills,” Dom replies in a low, raspy voice before Billy can ask. “Yoga. Everyday. For you, baby.” His blue-grey eyes darken with passion. “Now fuck me. Please. Give it to me.”

Groaning, Billy thrusts hard and deep, stretching Dom to the limit, feeling his cock swell even more at the tight, velvet clench of his lover.

“Jaysus Christ, Dommie,” he moans, hand sliding down Dom’s damp neck and along his tanned shoulder. “Your skin. You’re on fire, love.”

“That’s what you do to me,” Dom murmurs hotly before sliding his tongue greedily between Billy’s lips and into his cherubic mouth. “I burn for you. I’ll do anything for you.”

Fingers gripping one of Dom’s hips, Billy firmly presses Dom’s knees to his chest as he increases the strength of his thrusts, slamming their bodies together passionately.

“Oh, you’re so good to me, Bills,” Dom cries out, arms straining at leather binding him to the headboard, aching to touch his beloved Billy. “Love you so much. Don’t stop.”

Crippling waves of ecstasy wash over Dom’s sensitized skin as Billy pushes deeper and deeper, their swollen lips meeting in fierce, wet, hungry kisses. Limbs shaking uncontrollably and delirious with need, Dom’s lithe and limber body writhes feverishly and desperately, the erotic sensations shredding the last of his control.

“I have to come, Dommie. Oh fuck,” Billy curses as he pounds into his lover, their eyes locked. “You’re so beautiful, love. So fucking beautiful. I love you so much.”

Moaning and crying out raggedly, Dom shamelessly pulls at his leather restraints and begs Billy profusely for more, to help him find release.

Moments later, a second, powerful orgasm rips through Dom’s slender body in a massive, frantic rush, causing him to buck wildly and hoarsely scream Billy’s name, over and over. A feral, almost animalistic sound fills the room as glittering white fluid coats his flat belly, and distantly, Dom wonders if the noise might be coming from him. Then Billy’s come is spurting inside him, warm and slick, before he collapses over Dom, chest heaving, breathless and exhausted.

Blissful release sliding through his weary and sated limbs, Dom can only lay there, panting for breath as he’s left shuddering, shaking, and utterly destroyed. He is completely spent, weak as a kitten, with nothing else to give. Heart pounding against the wall of his chest, hot, salty tears slip out from beneath Dom’s eyelids and slide down his face to the pillow, and then Billy is crawling up the bed to quickly unstrap Dom’s wrists and wrap his arms around his lover’s limp body.

“Dommie?” Billy whispers, tenderly cuddling him to his chest. “Are you alright, my love?”

Unable to speak, Dom nods, burying his face in Billy’s neck, breath ragged, a trembling arm wrapping loosely around the older man’s waist. It takes several minutes for aftershocks to ease off and for Dom’s body to stop shaking uncontrollably.

“Dommie?” Billy asks again, gently kissing Dom’s damp hair and stroking his sweaty back. “Talk to me. Please.”

Pulling away just enough so their eyes meet, Dom cups Billy’s cheeks in his hands.

“You always know how I need to be touched,” Dom whispers, pressing a feathery kiss to his lips. “How do you do that?”

“I know you, baby,” Billy replies, gazing lovingly in Dom’s eyes. “I know your body and all its wonderful, secret places. You’re a part of me.”

“And you’re a part of me.”

Smiling gently, Billy presses a soft kiss to Dom’s cheek. “You’re the best part, love.”

* * *

During the night, before the sun rises on Saturday, Billy is awoken by Dom’s warm and wet, soft pink tongue lapping at his neck and three of Dom’s, long, slender fingers inside his tight arse, gently stretching him wider, caressing and stroking his most sensitive places.

“Oh, love. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Billy asks quietly, with a soft, intimate laugh.

“Want me to stop?” Dom whispers teasingly, curling his fingers forward, finding Billy’s sweet spot.

The intensely erotic sensations cause Billy to gasp and whimper profusely, arms and legs wrapping around the younger man, their lips meeting.

“No, baby,” he replies hoarsely. “I want you.”

Moments later, Dom is inside Billy, filling him completely, and they make love, slowly and tenderly, lips and tongues sliding together, lazy and sleepy, until release rolls over their entangled bodies in gentle waves. As Billy surrenders to sleep once again, Dom is still inside him, trailing feathery kisses along his jaw line, murmuring softly as his fingers stroke his tousled, ginger hair.

* * *

Hours later, Billy is roused from a peaceful slumber when another scent overtakes the aroma of their lovemaking and tickles his small, perfect nose. Arm sliding across the mattress, Billy opens his eyes when he finds cool sheets instead of the long, lean limbs of Dom’s warm and sated body. He sniffs again, recognizes the aroma, and smiles. Dom is cooking.

Hungry for Dom’s lithe body to be pressed against him, as well as an insistent growl from his ravenous stomach, Billy slowly slides out of bed, mourning the loss of the comforting cocoon of warmth. Scooping up his discarded boxer shorts from the floor, he pulls them on before padding barefoot down the hall, letting his nose lead the way.

It’s clear, but cold this morning, the sun doing its best to bring some warmth to the spring day, but not having too much success. Shivering at the chill in the air, Billy wastes no time in making his way to the warm kitchen. At the doorway, he pauses, pressing a hand to his mouth to prevent any noise from escaping, but a moment later he takes it away, smiling widely, eyes twinkling at the sight before him.

Standing in front of the cooktop, his back to Billy, Dom stirs a small pot on the stove, presumably containing porridge, and singing Nina Simone’s ‘Feeling Good’ under his breath, complete with suggestive swaying and thrusting of his hips. That in itself is not cause for amusement, as Billy is quite partial to Dom’s slightly off-key singing voice, especially when he’s belting out his favorite Beatles song in the shower. It is Dom’s attire, or rather, lack thereof, that is making Billy smile, and his breath quicken with desire.

Dom is stark naked, with the exception of a short white apron tied around his narrow waist, two very lovely, round arse cheeks peeking out from between the folds of fabric. Then there are Dom’s incredibly sexy back dimples, just above the sweet curve of his arse, taunting Billy, begging to be touched. Moving silently across the room, Billy snuggles into Dom’s back, arms sliding around his waist as a soft kiss is pressed to the nape of his neck.

“Hey.”

When Billy rocks his hips forward and his clothed arousal presses between Dom’s cheeks, a shiver flutters through his lover’s lithe body.

“Good morning,” Dom murmurs softly, letting his head fall back against Billy’s shoulder, exposing his throat.

Nibbling the tender skin between shoulder and neck, Billy bites gently and then laps at the mark with his small, pink tongue to soothe it. “Woke up and you weren’t there,” he replies in a low, gravely rumble, fingers trailing over Dom’s firm belly, causing the muscles to contract at his gentle touch. “Missed you.”

“Was trying to surprise you. Make you breakfast in bed,” Dom explains, turning around in Billy’s arms, sliding his arms over Billy’s shoulders and bringing their mouths together in long, wet, tongue tangling kiss.

“You don’t have to do that,” Billy says softly when they part, trailing a line of kisses down Dom’s throat.

“I know,” Dom sighs. “I like to cook for you, baby.”

Reaching over to the countertop, Dom picks up a mug and cradles it in both hands, offering it to Billy.

“Tea,” he says softly.

Hands resting on Dom’s narrow hips, Billy takes a small sip of the hot, fragrant liquid, sweet and milky, and then he smiles.

“Mmmm. Perfect.”

Setting the cup down for the moment, Dom’s hands slide around Billy’s frame, and he frowns when his fingers find the waistband of Billy’s boxers.

“Who said you could get dressed?” he asks with a pout. “When I rolled my arse out of bed, you were very naked.”

“I was cold,” Billy protests as Dom’s hands fist at his hips and begin dragging the offending material down. “And you’re wearing something, too.”

“Only protecting my bits while I’m making breakfast,” Dom counters. “Wouldn’t want to accidentally injure myself and deprive you of them.”

Billy considers this for a moment and then nods. “Good plan.”

An instant later Billy’s boxers are at his ankles and Dom’s tongue is pushing past his cherubic lips to thrust into his mouth, tasting sweetly of tea, honey and milk.

“Christ, Dommie,” Billy moans into his mouth between hot, wet kisses. “Want you. Bed. Now.”

“Food,” Dom pants, reluctantly breaking contact between their bodies. “I know you’re hungry, Bills. I heard your tummy growling.”

Turning back around, Dom quickly turns off the heat under the small pot and empties the contents into the waiting bowl sitting on the countertop. Sprinkling a touch of salt over the porridge, he adds a splash of cream and finally, a spoon. Feeling a tug at his waist, Dom looks down just in time to watch his apron fall to the floor and one of Billy’s hands wrap snugly around his rapidly hardening cock.

“It’s been a long time since I had you inside me,” Billy purrs, trailing kisses across Dom’s smooth back, two small fingers pressing between Dom’s cheeks to slip inside his entrance. “Too long.”

“I hoped that you’d like it,” Dom groans, pressing back against Billy’s hand, angling for deeper penetration.

“No Dommie,” Billy corrects, nipping at Dom’s neck and curling his fingers inside Dom. “I loved it. Now I want to be inside you again.”

Sagging into Billy’s body, Dom arches his back and gasps, shaking hands cupping the bowl of porridge. “Yeah?”

“I want you,” Billy says in a low, seductive tone, fingers sliding along Dom’s shaft in smooth strokes. “As long and hard and fast as you can take it, love.”

“Food,” Dom protests weakly, hips thrusting helplessly into Billy’s fist. “Oh fuck, Bills.”

“Hungry for you, Dommie,” Billy murmurs. “Want you.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Dom pants, giving his head a shake to push back the overwhelming waves of lust. Turning in Billy’s arms, Dom finishes by saying, “Warm bed. Good food. Great sex. In that order.”

“I don’t suppose negotiation an option,” Billy says, arching an eyebrow.

“C’mon Bills,” Dom teases with a roll of his hips. “You know I’m worth the wait. Please?”

“What about you? Aren’t you hungry?”

“Already ate. Wanted to keep up my strength for you,” Dom replies, nuzzling into Billy’s neck. “So is that a yes?”

“Like I could ever say no to you,” Billy replies, hands on Dom’s bare hips, lips leaving trails of wet kisses across his lean shoulders as he leads his lover back to the bedroom.

True to his word, Billy eats every spoonful of the porridge, and in exchange, Dom rewards him with not one, but two rounds of intense and very satisfying lovemaking, and feathery kisses trailing from the top of Billy’s head to the tips of his toes. There are long, lingering touches, nuzzling and cuddling, warm, intimate laughter, and a lot of kissing.

Hours later, warm sunlight falls over the sweat slicked bodies, still intimately locked, the two men curling into one another, limbs entwining and settling into familiar positions amid soft kisses and caresses. No words are necessary, as the sensation of each others hands roaming over sated skin is more than enough.

Neither can remember much about the rest of Saturday, but every time their eyes meet, their hearts and bodies remind them of the incredible love they share.

* * *

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