Like the Tide, 6/8templemarkerAugust 11 2011, 06:24:47 UTC
Esca's body was rain-slick against his own, and Marcus marveled again as he had every day since they began this at how solid Esca felt under his hands. Esca was generally a demanding lover, sparing no quarter for Marcus' occasional hesitations. He drew his hands into Marcus' overlong hair and licked into Marcus' mouth. The sound Marcus made was one he'd flush to hear at any other time, but in the privacy of their home, with only hot breath between them, Marcus allowed himself the freedom to make noise.
Esca grinned, and Marcus felt it on his own lips. Esca's hands ranged down the planes of Marcus' back and drew them up the sensitive backs of Marcus' thighs to rest and squeeze at Marcus' rear. Marcus could have laughed; demanding and forthright, that was Esca at the bedding. Instead he worked clumsy fingers against the ties of Esca's sodden, sweat-ridden braccae, striving for some bare space between them to work the fastening loose.
He finally wrenched his mouth away from Esca's, not missing how Esca chased the kiss, and nearly tore the stitching trying to divest Esca from his single remaining garment. Laughing, Esca pushed them down, stepping out of them and back into the reach of Marcus' arms. He was wet everywhere, from his eyelashes to the fine hair on his stomach, and Marcus let his hands wander freely.
Esca grinned, and Marcus felt it on his own lips. Esca's hands ranged down the planes of Marcus' back and drew them up the sensitive backs of Marcus' thighs to rest and squeeze at Marcus' rear. Marcus could have laughed; demanding and forthright, that was Esca at the bedding. Instead he worked clumsy fingers against the ties of Esca's sodden, sweat-ridden braccae, striving for some bare space between them to work the fastening loose.
He finally wrenched his mouth away from Esca's, not missing how Esca chased the kiss, and nearly tore the stitching trying to divest Esca from his single remaining garment. Laughing, Esca pushed them down, stepping out of them and back into the reach of Marcus' arms. He was wet everywhere, from his eyelashes to the fine hair on his stomach, and Marcus let his hands wander freely.
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