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.