𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 across wolf's freckled face has sasha hyena-cackling, somehow having been spared from the onslaught — probably because wolf's body has acted as a shield, but nevermind the details — & he makes quick work of helping to wipe away the mess of it. it's not long before he's swiping the pad of his thumb over the arch of the younger's brow for no reason other than to touch him, a fond smile pulling at plush lips as he's complimented — preening like a cat that's been petted down the length of its back, a flattered flush creeping up his bare chest & arriving swiftly at the apples of his cheeks a moment later. the same comment would have him sneering at anybody else — but from his love, it's a shot of pure dopamine straight to the brain. an addiction, through-and-through. they've been this way for some years now, & it never gets old; feeling like he's won every time wolf looks at him like that. like he's the bane of his existence & the center of his universe, all at once, wrapped neatly into one five-foot-ten frame. “ i did put on sunscreen, ” he insists, stubborn as usual, one delicate hand skating its way up the plane of wolf's bare stomach, broad chest, over the peak of wide shoulders. so much skin laid out before him, & he's sure it's obvious, the way his gaze grows hungry at the sight of it. he's never been subtle, but the weed makes him completely indecent about it — leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to the jut of wolf's collarbone, making his leisurely way towards the curve of his neck. “ when we got here. i'll be fine. ” nevermind the fact that it's been hours, & he's growing pinker by the second; a sunburn is the least of his concerns as of ten seconds ago. a contented sound as he feels the press of lips to his cheekbone, nose, & chin — a match, kindling & gasoline, fueling him to curl lithe arms around his lover's neck, pulling him in & down as he flattens onto his back once more. “ the best, ” he purrs, nuzzling his nose against wolf's, eyes drooping in delight as he draws in the delivered smoke like it's an instinct he was born with. exhales it off to the side, but wastes no time in continuing to brush their lips together, like breathing wolf's air is the one & only objective he has in life ( which, to be fair, isn't far off from the truth ). “ remind me to thank your parents when we go back in, yeah ? ” a lazy kiss stolen off wolf's lips, then, arms tightening python-like, pulling, trying his damndest to get the younger closer, hell — on top of him if it's necessary. “ not now, though. later. ” if it wasn't clear enough by the way he lets one hand roam up into the fluffy hair at the back of wolf's head, anchoring itself there & tugging, while the other begins a meandering journey southwards, starting with his chest.
always mindful of touch, the blonde doesn't miss the delicate trace of fingertips against already burning skin. an overload of sensations usually unwelcome due to its often intended purpose, is genuine in its admiration from the man who performs such a delicate dance. a beast lulled to sleep by the hum of its keeper. he's leaning into the small palm, eye contact uninterrupted. a struggle that has diminished over the years with only a select few, preferring not to deal with it at all, if possible — yet dual colored hues takes in sasha's flush, & the rumble in his chest isn't akin to the calm of a cat — to still & do nothing. it's a warning. bone deep in aching limbs, a sore arm curling under an already curving spine like a learned habit, something wolf appreciates each & every time with a twitch of plush lips. the smallest of smiles threatening to form. the older man doesn't allow a moment for him to think, conjure up his next thought & lay it out for him to query before he's being attacked, slim biceps cinched around his shoulders & mass threatening to crush his lover beneath. ❝ hey, ❞ he contends, gently. the glint of gold chains swinging with a love tap against sasha's chin, jingle similar to the choir of a dog's collar as he obeys the silent command & follows downward, letting their bodies meld & completely encompass the smaller man with ease, taking care not to press his entire weight with a careful prop of an elbow. a large palm roams the bared skin of muscled thighs in a syrupy slow caress, splitting sasha's legs apart by the knees. a small breath leaves parted lips at the sudden tug, eyes darkening with an intentional shade. in another world this would cause him to seize, a deer in headlights despite being a startling shadow of a man. pulling back & hurling cheap insults with a bitter scowl as if he hadn't initiated it. but in this one, he's breaking through, no longer fighting the urge to devour. to consume every part of his lover. in each & every cosmic universe, sasha belonged to him. a marking. a branding that he leaves by retaliation, turning his head to sink sharp canines into the man's lithe wrist, hard enough to leave a splotch of purple & blues, enough to let sasha release a hiss & grip in tandem.
an appeasement lick follows suit, the ball of a healing piercing roaming marred flesh in a final, gentle kiss. ❝ if they come out here, you're hearing it. ❞ he explains, simple & true, before bucking his hips in a rough drag, thanking the gods above for allowing the season to rid them of coarse jeans & layered sweaters. the fabric of their swimming trunks is thin & soft; perfect enough to elicit a brief groan. music to his ears. their dicks pulse & he finally shows them enough mercy to address it, grasping the meat of sasha's through his shorts. more turned on than he realized; the sensation is a relief, tingling warmth through his belly & thrumming into his skull. he grazes the warm velvety tip with his fingers, patient, almost taunting. it's a surefire way to distract sasha from the initial mission. he wants to stay hard without spoiling himself too soon; he has plans, he wants to feel the slick heat inside of sasha for himself before all is said & done. ❝ i want this off. ❞ he instructs, letting precum drip through the web of inked digits before crushing their mouths together, letting the other man figure it out. letting him try his best to focus on the command & relishing in the bruising kiss littered by the slick spit of tongue that tastes every inch of indica that had been inhaled beforehand.
