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Wise frames the scenery with the curve of his thumb and index finger.
In the beginning there were just stretches of sand in the sunbaked land, dotted with saguaros and barrels. A blur of muted green, with cars driving past them on the opposite asphalt road, and some eagles circled about in the blue hazed sky. Then come the vast canyons, some of which are swallowed by hollows, a disrupted sort of beauty, like a cutout of an old polaroid photo; a memory lost.
It makes for a perfect vintage montage.
The bike curves and speeds. Lighter’s back shields Wise from the harshest of sun rays, all while his red scarf dances like flaming fire.
The ride was unlike those in their weekly hangouts. It was longer, building up to a long anticipated night rather than having the feeling of the clock ticking away, tucked in the back of the mind as they basked in each other’s presence.
Wise hides in the violet shadows of his broad shoulders, he spies at the reflected silver light of Lighter’s leather jacket.
His senses were filled to the brim with Lighter, and Lighter only. The scent of motor oil mingled with his musky odor, distinct even with the barrier of a helmet.
The communication device in the helmet has gone unstable once they ventured further out Blazewood. The highway Lighter opts for isn’t an abandoned one, but a companion hollow swallowed signal towers in this area recently, and signal has gone downhill ever since.
Lighter and him chatted for hours, and when the connection started wavering so terribly he couldn't even figure out a sentence, they just remained in comfortable silence.
Wise trails shapes on Lighter’s broad back. Eous, Six, and shades…whatever is on his mind. Wise spades his palm, flexes his fingers, and the wind flows from the gap of his fingers like liquid smokes, prickling his hand, the sensation not unlike touching Yeh Yeh. The other arm still wrapped solidly around Lighter’s waist.
A sudden quickened speed of the bike has him tightening his hold on Lighter, and Wise feels the rumbles of his laughter before he hears it, with the howling of wind. Wise knocks a playful fist to the thickness of his back, as tiny retribution. The rumble shakes more.
Lighter’s hand reaches behind to give Wise’s knee a quick squeeze, and Lighter’s mechanical deep voice comes through the stuttering channel, “…going for the filling station.”
They pass by a cracked green sign, the white paint all chipped and cracked, completely unintelligible apart from the graffiti that reads ‘welcome!’
The bike screeches to a halt at the empty gas station three canyons later. Heat shimmer rises off the desert floor. A dry baked earth.
Lighter slips down with ease as Wise takes off his own helmet, hair undoubtedly messy in static frizzle and face flushed with a pink tint. He checks the device with Lighter’s chin stabbing his shoulder, but obviously the connection shifted from ‘eh’ to none. Wise sighs, “a shame the comms sucked since we reached the highway.”
“That’s the Outer Ring for you, Wise. Connections are always unstable out there.” Lighter releases him.
“I expected it…” Wise hops off the bike.
“Woah there!”
Wise stumbles upon reaching the ground and steadies himself just as Lighter catches his elbow. The thin socks do nothing to protect his heels, now scratched and a constant throbbing pain.
“You alright?” Lighter’s frown deepens when he sways with weakened legs.
“Yeah! Thanks man.”
Lighter gets this pained look for a second, and props Wise back up in the bike with steady arms, eliciting a startled laugh from him. He gazes down at Lighter, who’s on one knee now and is fetching waterproof bandages from his little thigh pouch. It's got this faint whiff of fruit flavoring smell as Wise bends down to sniff it, “Hmm. And I thought someone said their candies don’t melt.”
Lighter feigns the whistle of ignorance, looking every part of a guilty husky with a bit of eye white showing after a wreckage as he unlaces Wise’s leather boots, and just as he takes off the socks—
“And someone said they don’t bully me,” Lighter shoots him a brow raise, ignoring Wise’s laugh, he continues in a sing-song voice, like the one movie character they always joke about, “almighty champion doesn’t deserve such injustice—“
Wise cups his cheeks and presses full mouth kisses to his brows and mouth with a series of ‘smeck!’ sounds. Having Lighter look thoroughly pleased with reddened cheeks, which Wise pitches softly, “Oh, you big baby,” his smile is tiny and he’s pulling away, “thank you.”
Lighter would be lying if he said he didn’t chase after Wise’s touch. Back to the mission at hand...He places Wise’s ticklish bare foot on his thigh, “seriously though, I don’t get why they melt out here. It’s not like the fire from my gauntlet is any different from the sun’s. I mean like, the heat.”
Wise pointedly decided to ignore the urge to curl up and thinks about it.
The major difference about it is Lighter usually pops them in his mouth after a fight, in the hollows. He thinks about food deterioration within, how some never seems to rot, while others grow Ether crystals almost immediately. The lollipops would be subjected to the same length of exposure as Lighter, and since it’s packaged and sealed, it should be fine? His pressure meter never spikes when he eats.
Lighter looks at the heel wound with a sad little ‘awe’, and finishes with a proud huff.
After a long moment, Wise finally says, “hollow radiation? like I know you don’t use your gauntlet out of hollows much, and between marinating in your bag under the sun and a literal fire punching engine, I’d imagine ‘spark’ would melt it more..”
“Um,” Lighter makes a face and shrugs, he ties the shoe laces with a bow tie knot, “radiation candies huh? Gotta eat what you gotta eat, yanno?”
“I don’t know,” Wise says, “I’ll look it up when I get back, haven’t heard much about it in the HIA or rumors between investigators. But…wait, Sokaku does eat in the hollows…I’ll ask Yanagi about it.”
“Alright,” Lighter says, not sure he remembers who’s who, and gets up with a grunt.
Wise turns to dig for the map at the back while Lighter unholsters the petroleum wand and asks, “so, how much more road till we’re there?”
Lighter clicks in the pump, before turning to push the shade to the top of his head and wipes a glistening sheen of sweat on his forehead. He cages Wise around the bike, pressing up real close. Lighter’s heat engulfs Wise fully and grins in that boyish, debonair manner of his. Instinctively, Wise’s hands dart to rest at his chest. A gloved hand reaches behind and traces the road on the map.
“Around two more hours,” the heat bounces off him, Lighter’s eyes glow ever so slightly, “you good with the thigh cramps? We can rest here if you want.”
Wise makes a show of stretching with what little space he has. “I’m fine! Don’t worry.”
“You sure? Okay.” Lighter looks doubtful but lets it go, he squeezes Wise’s waist for a moment before releasing and lets down his shade. “Let’s check out the store then.”
The store is old and washed out. A blue bangboo jumps up, a dashing ‘manager’ plate on its apron, new and vibrant. The other snores at the countertop with a yellow tint, crispy magazine covering its face.
The manager walks over with a plip plop plip, it asks with an eagerness that suggests happiness at fresh faces, “Enn-ne nha? (How can I help y’all?)”
“Just looking for some cold drinks.” Lighter grabs a few cans of nitro fuel and energy drinks from the fridge, puts it on the counter, and lets the bangboo poke at its calculator with frantic excitement.
Lighter thumbs Wise’s eyebrows with a frown, swiping away the few wet, stray strands of fringes, “gonna get some salt and electrolytes in you, must’ve been like an oven.”
Wise laughs a bit, “yeah, well. I don’t get how you guys can stand the heat in these leather jackets.” He flaps the jacket for air circulation, a few specks of sand fall down.
The custom jacket has Son of Calydon’s motifs all around, a courtesy from them. It’s sweet, how it’s tailored to his fitting, with elements of leotard on the shoulders and little spikes tattered around. The jacket’s jet black, sprinkled in some red and orange. Keeping a bit of his own colors but also so blatantly them . The girls had added in a little leather pouch and most importantly — pockets! Because how do people even survive without them? Wise with his Fanny bag and six pockets certainly couldn’t.
Belle even especially dug up his admittedly shallow closet, before grimacing and dragging him out to shop for some new looks. They paired the look with black jeans and laced up leather boots. Looking like he’s every part of their gang.
Every drop of effort was worth it when Wise caught the look on Lighter’s face as he strolled up to the bike with a light, bouncing step. It makes his shoulder hunch up in embarrassment and a silly grin when he recalls his reaction.
“Unlike you city folks, our skin is used to roughin’ up. Mostly,” Lighter looks and looks, his finger hooking the scarf, voice a tad quiet, the tip of his ears pink, “…it really suits you.”
“Thanks,” Wise smiles, all innocent and sweet, dripping with honey, “it’s the third time you’ve said it, you must really like the style.”
His smile grows when the tip of Lighter’s ears grows into a deep shade of red, matching the scarf his face is hiding in.
The manager bangboo watches them intently with smiling eyes, bunny ears bouncing with a rhythmic beat. The drinks in the bag and a scribbled receipt faced towards them.
“Thanks.”
Lighter hands over the dennies, and in one fell swoop, he single handedly snatches all the bags and extends the crook of his arm to Wise, hands in pocket with the air of a cool gentleman. Amused, Wise wraps himself around his arm, leaning some of the weight on Lighter, waving goodbye to the bouncing bangboo as they stroll towards the bike.
“Need help?” Wise points to the bags.
“Nope.” Lighter says, popping the p, as he drops them on the bike.
Lighter hands a bottle of electric blue drink, “drink up before we leave.”
He watches as Wise steals a few glances at him as he gulps down the energy drink and whips out a towel. He stands on his tiptoes to dapple at Lighter’s neck, a hand rests on his chest as he leans down.
Wise looks up, Lighter’s intense gaze bores deep as he buries half of his face in the towel, hidden under the cast of shadow. His dark eyes, the red dot of his pupils, it’s so fixed on him like a gunner aiming for a bullseye, that no one’s escaping.
Wise holds his look.
A moment’s pause. Then Lighter cracks first, he takes Wise’s cheeks in his hands and kisses deeply like there’s no tomorrow, taking his breath away, licking the insides, every inch of it, like it’s he hasn’t done so more than thirty times before— and suckling his tongue and lips till it’s all numb. Wise goes hazy from all of it, he feels Lighter’s hands firmly wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t until he’s all breathless and can’t keep up anymore that he pulls away, hands splay on his chest for a timeout, and now Lighter is peppering kisses on his face like a golden retriever greeting his owner after a long day away from each other.
They pant heavily and bask in the presence of each other’s arms until the heat inevitably becomes unbearable.
Lighter wavers as he tries to snap out of it, voice a bit harsh, a bit shy, “c’mon, let’s roll out.”
Wise bites back a smile, “yeah.”
The engine of their bike coughs to life.
…
The scenery goes from brown with some specks of green to a redden plain with canyons. Their journey started at the crack of dawn and close to an end amidst the disappearing sun. A twirl of purple and red splashed on the sky, extended far, far into the borderless horizon.
The temperature drops. “Prepare for the blistering cold,” Lighter mentioned, “it gets right to the bone.” Wise huddles closer to the warm furnace in front of him.
They passed by some toppled, abandoned moss-grown cars up the disappearing road. Ride by a lake hidden behind a green oasis of birch trees, the shine of dusk glittering off the waves. The spot Lighter parks is on a prairie with valley floors and foothills filled to the brim with flowers dancing in the wind as leaves rustle by.
Wise puffs out their tent as Lighter takes out the tool box, he circles the hooks to the poles, once, twice, and bends down to stab tent poles on the soil when he hears a faint whistle. He glances back to see Wise preparing their little portable dish station with a straight face.
Lighter finishes up quicker than intended, he takes off his gloves and wipes his hands, walks over Wise who is feigning busy and pitches his cold reddened nose.
“—ow.” Wise covers his button nose with sad little puppy eyes. But Lighter is no fool. His rough calloused hands squishes Wise’s cheeks, inadvertently engulfing his whole face, making him puff out little smoochable pink lips with a beat of his lashes.
Lighter chokes, air caught up in the wrong part of the air pipe. Soft hands pats his back as he clears his throat. Wise’s furrowed brow and concern in his eyes. Lighter grunts out, “—’mm fine, I’m fine.”
The rest of it is a familiar blur of motion, one well-practiced in the harsh lifestyle of the Outer Rings. They finish their preparations and sit at the lawn chairs. Cool, wet green grass by the side. With cicadas chorusing somewhere hidden, the repeated melody rising and falling.
Wise slouches and melts into the lawn chair, sounding weak, “we should drive a car next time...”
Lighter starts a small bonfire beside their city boy’s collection of compacted food containers. He adds in a piece of kindling, “…why?”
“Cause we can take turns and you can actually rest. I would’ve switched if I could.”
For a second, Lighter looks relieved, “I’m used to runnin’ long miles on bike for supplies routes, it ain’t a thing.”
“‘Used to’ doesn’t mean you should.” Wise scoots closer till their legs touches and uses a clipper to grill pork belly wrapped dango, “Why don’t you use the truck? Wait, how do you even use a bike for running supplies?”
“Um, not the carrying part, for guarding in case of robberies and stuff,” Lighter elaborates when he catches Wise’s curiosity, “like coyotes and cougars. Sometimes they come in packs, and they straight up attack—”
The bonfire crackles and they settle in with easy laughs and strange stories in the crispy cold night. Room temperature drinks—the cooler bag sucked—with grills and roasted s’mores smell filling up the air.
“Here, ahh— ” Wise, self-appointed chef of the night, blows puffs of air to cool the charred beef slice between Lighter’s teeth when he makes a noise that it’s too hot to chew, “there you go.”
After plowing through most of their stocks, they collapsed to the chair with a full stomach. After a long moment. Wise gets up stretching, he extends a hand to the sitting man, silver hair framing his delicate face, fire flickering in his eyes, “care to join me for a dance?”
“That’s sudden,” he takes Wise’s hand with a grin.
Wise simply smiles as he leads the man to the open field carpeted with a sea of lilies and lupins, having flowers moving in waves after waves as wind washes through them.
A cluster of pale stars dots the quiet sky, with the moon they share many nights gazing, far apart from each other but basking under the same moonlight, longing for a moment like tonight.
Wise looks at Lighter with eyes so bright, and shining, and alive, that Lighter feels like —like he hung the moon. It all makes him feel strangely vulnerable with a fluttering heart so full of warmth? Joy? A bustling, frantic energy about to burst out to the world.
Their hands slowly intertwined. Wise smiles as lovely as life itself, and he bows a little, so Lighter follows.
Wise diligently leads, he holds Lighter’s hand up high and does a little twirl, blossoming into a swan-like curve, falling back to Lighter’s embrace with a pull. Wise does it for Lighter too, nudging him to do a twirl, and he does, but not without bending down a little with laughter chiming out. All in all, a good cooperative dance.
Chirping birdcalls, fire crackling afar, leaves rustling in the wind. It feels like they’re the last of humankind.
Round after round. They fall into a tight embrace, swaying to a silent beat, very slowly in tandem. They’re slotted like perfect puzzle pieces with Wise in the nook of his neck, and Lighter nuzzling to the tuff of his hair. His hug is like a heating furnace. Engulfing but gentle. Wise presses a soft kiss to his neck, feels it shiver up and hears a small grumble. They smell like grills. It’s awkward, it’s funny, and Wise loves it all the same.
Blue light rises from the edge of the world, it gallops across the sky, through the darkness, shining upon them. For a moment, Wise thought it might be the aliens as their gazes follow its trails of shooting stars, specks of light catching up to its tail, illuminating the horizon and world. Mesmerizing.
The light fades away, hiding in the gaps of the hills.
“Told ya there’s shooting stars,” their foreheads touch, Lighter whispers, “the view ain’t bad, right?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, “the best.”
Come to think of it. He should say this more, more than just to reiterate his feelings, but to also sooth Lighter’s deep-seated fears.
It’s easy to say it, when he knows the same feeling is returned, if not in ten-folds. Wise smooths away a stray strand of dark locks from his face, the bright sparkle in his eyes reflecting his lover.
“Lighter,” he whispers, “I love you.”
Lighter freezes. For a long moment where Wise wonders if he’d overloaded and fried his boyfriend’s brain. Lighter just feels like his heart burst up in flames, like he’s walking on clouds, accentuating every word with a kiss to his lips, “I,” smooch, “love,” smooch, “you,” smooch, “too!”
They enjoy a lovely, peaceful moment before someone starts getting handsy.
Gloved hands snakes inside Wise’s jacket, into his tucked in shirt, groping and feeling his tiny and soft waist, before gripping his soft thighs hidden in leather pants he can’t wait to take off. Hands hoisting Wise up abruptly, lets his dangling legs hook around Lighter and he swallows Wise’s gasps, licking the insides of his mouth, suckles in the rich molasses.
It isn’t long before they start stumbling towards the tent. Hands that couldn’t keep to themselves. Tongue inside each other swirling until pulling away for breaths before diving right back in. Air thick with want.
Unzipping the tent with one hand is just a standard feat for the champion, having his beloved sit on his arm as he pants out of breath on the other hand is a gift from above.
Peeling off their clothes in a quick, heated flurry. Revealing their skins each coated in a glistening sheen of sweat, only keeping on Wise’s socks.
He slides in between Wise’s legs, hovering over as he pins them to either side.
Wise looks ethereal with silver hair tousled and spread naked on top of the blankets, an angel’s silhouette with the soft orange radiance, and the glow of the gas lantern twinkles in his cerulean eyes, fluttering his lashes with his too gentle gaze scorched Lighter’s soul till…
He saw himself in Wise’s eye.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
Lighter doesn't know what them eyes were the windows to, but he sure does know one thing. That his beloved’s is the prettiest of them all. So welcoming, so full of love, so enticing, so …bewitching.
It’s impossible to not keep them focused on Lighter, and himself only.
Wanting all twenty grams of his soul in Wise’s soft hold. Gently caressed. Forever.
“Oh…my darling, my baby, my sweet angel.” Lighter breathes out with a raspy voice, kisses his parted lips and licks a stripe at the hot lobe of his ears and neck and feels Wise’s pulse beat ba-dump, ba-dump with the taste of sweet summer sweat on his tongue.
Rough calloused hands drift to pitch Wise’s puffy pink nipples. Rolling it between his fingers. Squeezing and groping at the perked up little chest— ba-dump, ba-dump— leaving behind huge red hand imprints, almost like Wise’s tainted by him . Feels his breath hitching and heavy with creamy thighs rubbing against Lighter’s legs eagerly.
Wise almost sounds frustrated when he whines, “Lighter…!” As his own hand darts up to Lighter’s soft pecs, feeling up his scars and muscles. Pressing feather light kisses to the line, at the seam of his throat. Fueling the fire further and the heat in his gut flares.
“Awe baby,” Lighter teasingly coos, hands reaching down, mouth biting and nibbling down every inch of his soft skin, “can’t wait?”
He does a double take when Wise props himself up with an elbow. A hand reaching down to guide Lighter’s hand, to a…to a little patch of silver peach fuzz. Just above his bite sized cock dripping precome. Hardly noticeable in the dim light, but Wise is…smooth and naked down there, slowly spreading his legs to show a red, winking hole.
Wise smiles, suddenly a bit shy.
Lighter stares, “…you waxed?” Because how on earth is it so smooth? He strokes the creamy thighs absently, mouth salivating, completely enraptured by his boyfriend. (boyfriend!)
Wise trembles from the touch, his desire to hide away increases ten-folds under his gaze, “I—I shaved.”
In a heartbeat, he hooks Wise’s legs up to his shoulder, positively folding him in half. Diving down to feeds on Wise’s hole like a man starved and thirsty for his whole damn life and there’s an oasis right in front of him—
“Ahhah, ahhnng, ahh, Lighter—”
Shiver runs down his spine as He licks up a strip up to his perineum, tongue swirls inside to stretch. Dampness glistens his silver lashes as Wise softly moans, head thrown back to the soft linen.
Wise is about cum when Lighter finally finishes his prepping. He pulls back and intertwines their hands, kneels over and pulls Wise’s ass to his lap. Heavy with concentration as he lines his overly fat cock with Wise’s trembling, saliva-slicked red hole, and slowly, presses the head in.
A dreamy, half pleasure, half pain expression as his brows curled upward and mouth parted open, gasping and full body flinches with the cock spreading his walls open, he couldn’t get used to the start no matter what, it’s basically rearranging his guts, but he takes it like a champion anyways. Flushing red cheeks as he watches the cock disappear inside.
The cock goes all the way in, gets in so gut-punchingly deep.
His strangled choke and soft cries are swallowed by Lighter as he groans and pants to Wise’s mouth, eyes half lidded and sweat beads his forehead from the sheer tightness and all-encompassing warmth that’s pulsating around his cock, clenching rhythmically as Wise inhales and exhales.
Lighter gives him a moment.
They stay unmoved with bare chests pressing together, rising and falling in tandem, foreheads touching and Wise's eyes are shut close, feeling Lighter’s incredibly big cock pulsing inside him, bulging up his stomach. He feels it every breath, every stretch, the incredible heat slotted inside like it belongs there.
Or maybe it does?
Lighter looks and tracks, swallowed at the sight. The red dot of his green eyes fixated on his darlin’, searing this adorable image in his brain. Filed along with other memories of him warmly smiling, sleeping after a long day, working with seriousness, and taking his cock with the utmost concentration— he stroked Wise’s flank with a dopey grin, fingers tracing the abdomen bulge, fascinated and a flood of satisfaction mixed with proudness—cause wow whattt—and only stopped and mouthed ‘sorry’ when Wise shoots a teary glare at him.
Lighter starts lightly thrusting when Wise whispers out an ‘okay’ and whimpers out a soft gutted noise when the cock drags out and leaves him empty , clenching on nothing.
That is, until Lighter shifts to firmly grip his waist with his thick, muscled arms, tight enough for the handprints to last for days. Then slams all the way down inside again and again with his core strength, jostling Wise up from the sheer force. Fast and hard.
Wise wraps his legs to Lighter’s hip as tight as he can, holding on like a lifeline when Lighter hammers with brutal ferocity. His soft little cries floating like a chorus, enchanting music to Lighter’s ears as, “ Lighter— ahhhahhh ahh ahhhnng- ” gasps out of his red, drooling mouth. Digging in his nails deep enough to see red as Lighter rolls to the spot that has his toes all curled up and legs weak and brain going hazy.
Trembling thighs eventually falling open powerlessly to the sides, twitching with every thrust in.
Soft cries going louder with ‘ahh ahh hahh-’ as Lighter feels darling’s body suddenly stiffens, his walls suddenly tensing around his cock, the tightness and spasms has Lighter choke out a grunt, stopping to hold Wise or rather, squishing him with all his weight as Wise muffles his face in Lighter’s pecs and lets out a silent cry as he rides out his orgasm. Pink cock squirting out waves of cum to his stomach and chest.
Wise is shaking in the mind numbing pleasure when he feels drops of cold on his chest and into his parted lips— it’s salty?
His eyes sharply snap open.
“I…I lo–...” A few drops of tear streaking down, Lighter’s voice cracks, “I love you.” His curled up fist gently brushes Wise’s cheeks.
Where his curled up fist lands shot-like punches, stampeding his challengers with uproars of the crowd; his touch was also as gentle as the fleeting wind blowing dandelions across the field.
As he pants heavily, hair swept up and disheveled, eyes red and glistening under the orange glow. Looking handsome as hell as sweat trails way down to his dark pubes and he grunts and thrust forward when Wise couldn’t help but tightly clench down as his heart beats hard with a thump, thump, thump and a flutter in the stomach.
“I love you too,” soft and lax, Wise cups his cheeks, panting as Lighter’s tongue slides inside. He sits up and practically drops Wise on his cock. Thrusting hard as they cling onto each other frantically. His cock pounding uncontrollably against his ass.
It’s desperate, sloppy and hot.
Until Lighter floods his overstimulating, sensitive insides with white. It’s a lot, all the pent up cum accumulated from their busy schedules is shooting out. His toes curled up, tensing around Lighter’s softening cock, catching their breaths.
They both look like a wet mess. One looks like he just ran a marathon (and didn’t complete it), barely survived a bear fight with all the bite marks and large ‘paw’ prints and hickies tattered all over his body. His ass pounded hot red with cock still stuffed into his throbbing stretched hole, with white streaks leaking out to the blankets;
One lapping wet kisses with suckles on the cheeks like he didn’t pass the chewing phase. Ignoring the over sensitivity on his cock. Groping Wise’s chest, and playing with his flaccid small cock and balls, gripping and squeezing softly like it’s a destressing toy. Perhaps he expects a squeak. But Wise just buries his face in his neck, staying seated in his lap like a giant fluffy stuffed teddy bear, exhausted.
Lighter eventually flips Wise over so he’s laying there chest down, and comes crashing down on Wise‘s back like a weighted blanket, worried that his darling might catch a cold from the sweat drying up. He would’ve used the real one under them, if it wasn't a mess of sweat and drying cum.
Wise whines softly, “you’re too heavy.” His head tilted to the side, pliant like a puddle under Lighter brand blanket. Heated and warm as his muscles and his brown nipples on those lovely pecs pressed into Wise’s back.
“Can’t fool me. You love sleeping under me,” with every exhale of Lighter, Wise inhales. A dance with rhythms for air. Wise exhales, Lighter inhales, “five times after a commission, you’ve slept in this position like a baby.”
Wise squeezes down on Lighter’s cock, jostling him with a sharp hiss. He huffs and chuckles, and Wise feels the rumbles, far different than what he felt on the bike, as hot breathing ghosts his lips and neck. Lighter aims for that sweet spot and rolls against the plush ass in retaliation.
Wise bites back a moan when a trickle of pleasure rises ‘cause his cock hits all the right spots. His leg shakes as Lighter’s interlocks them together. He feels Lighter‘s hardened again, so with a voice sweet as a mature peach and a pink tinted face squished by on the sides, he asks with twinkling eyes, “want to go for another round?”
The question didn’t need a real answer.
In the dead of the night, in the middle of the desert prairie. Soft cries and wet sloshing sounds and moans float out.
They go at it twice more.
With Wise (and his ass) absolutely wrecked and nearly passed out. He chews slowly on a slice of freshly grilled beef, with eyes half lidded and a belly full of hot chocolate.
Lighter fusses over his warmth, drapes himself onto Wise, and dresses him for maximum warmth sans underwear. Now he sits on Lighter’s lap, dozing on and off with the sound of nature and the smell of life.
Wise smiles, socked feet curling on top of Lighter’s boots, as he munches on a s’more, boneless and lax, slowly drifting off to wonderland, safe and sound in the embrace of his boyfriend.
Lighter kisses his chick-soft hair.
Mine to protect, love, and cherish.