[Theo's in the water and on top of him so quickly he doesn't have time to blink. sweat and water mix on August's skin make him only a little slippery above the water, Theo's arms pulling him in as their lips crash. the build up has sent him over the edge, and his kisses lack any playfulness. teeth click together in his urgency, tongue finding tongue.
he's hardly holding back anymore, one hand up at Theo's jaw while the other wanders beneath soaked fabric and along skin. limbs are pressed together, maybe a bit uncomfortably, but August doesn't care. he's hard enough for Theo to notice, and his hips roll up for a taste of more friction. he's unabashed, open in how he welcomes him in. pleasure for pleasure, their game is clearly forgotten. as Theo will come to find out, he always finishes what he starts.
he only breaks the kiss for air, taking Theo's lower lip between his teeth and drags in a tantalizing motion before letting go.]
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he's hardly holding back anymore, one hand up at Theo's jaw while the other wanders beneath soaked fabric and along skin. limbs are pressed together, maybe a bit uncomfortably, but August doesn't care. he's hard enough for Theo to notice, and his hips roll up for a taste of more friction. he's unabashed, open in how he welcomes him in. pleasure for pleasure, their game is clearly forgotten. as Theo will come to find out, he always finishes what he starts.
he only breaks the kiss for air, taking Theo's lower lip between his teeth and drags in a tantalizing motion before letting go.]
I like the way you taste.