[The water's warm - keeps there from being any unpleasant shock accompanying slipping into the tub, humming at the back of his throat as he meets August's kiss with the same heated ferocity. He appreciates the gnashing of teeth, the slide of his tongue, and meets that fervent kiss with the energy to match.
His robe has floated up and threatens to entangle him so he shrugs it off, throwing it to the other end of the tub with a wet slap; all that's left is the thin silk of his boxers, through which nothing is hidden - Theo's hard too, happy to grind up against August in a way to let him feel it in return. The water churns back and forth within the tub from the motion, and Theo presses their foreheads together after they break apart; his finger comes to stroke down the bridge of August's nose to the tip, then down over his lips, lingering with the tip of his finger against the lower one. Tempted to press forward, to feel the heat of his tongue.]
Imagine how good I could taste on that tongue of yours.
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His robe has floated up and threatens to entangle him so he shrugs it off, throwing it to the other end of the tub with a wet slap; all that's left is the thin silk of his boxers, through which nothing is hidden - Theo's hard too, happy to grind up against August in a way to let him feel it in return. The water churns back and forth within the tub from the motion, and Theo presses their foreheads together after they break apart; his finger comes to stroke down the bridge of August's nose to the tip, then down over his lips, lingering with the tip of his finger against the lower one. Tempted to press forward, to feel the heat of his tongue.]
Imagine how good I could taste on that tongue of yours.