Talk of Hobbes [locked to Lennox]
His heart was still beating quickly as he rolled away, skin sheened with sweat and his breath quick and ragged, but slowly evening out.
And, he laughed then, a low chuckle of something like amazement. Because it was funny sometimes to think how often he and Lennox must've had sex by now and how it never got old. Not ever. If anything, it seemed to get better as they leaned each other, as they discovered the best ways to make each other feel good. And, maybe that was partly what marriage was all about.
Chris had to admit, he liked it.
He turned his head slightly, giving Lennox a goofy sort of grin as he rested a hand over his own chest, the sweat still making his skin sticky.
"Fuck, I love you," he said with a sigh, his voice completely honest and open.
And, he laughed then, a low chuckle of something like amazement. Because it was funny sometimes to think how often he and Lennox must've had sex by now and how it never got old. Not ever. If anything, it seemed to get better as they leaned each other, as they discovered the best ways to make each other feel good. And, maybe that was partly what marriage was all about.
Chris had to admit, he liked it.
He turned his head slightly, giving Lennox a goofy sort of grin as he rested a hand over his own chest, the sweat still making his skin sticky.
"Fuck, I love you," he said with a sigh, his voice completely honest and open.