#ass dimples

Ass dimples.

Why did no one ever think to tell me?

Omg I just searched it and they are apparently called Dimples of Venus.

I have Dimples of Venus.

Hah. I remember that confession! Good to know that it was yours. I’ve had similar thoughts myself since seeing David’s divots in Deadwater Fell (I even made a post comparing David’s ass dimples--that’s what I call them--to Michael’s. For science, of course).

As for the licking itself, I like the thought of it starting slow. David takes off his towel and Michael guides him onto his stomach on the bed. He kisses him from behind, biting his throat, across his shoulders and down his back, bruising David delicately and taking him apart until he reaches those divots. Michael presses his thumbs into them, tracing up and down, admiring how David arches under his touch. He starts with the divot on the right, gently kissing the small hollow before dragging his tongue across, making David gasp. Michael flicks his tongue back and forth, over and over until David is squirming beneath him, lips red and wet and bitten raw as he fights to keep from moaning out his pleasure. Michael’s strong hands hold David steady, gripping his slinky hips tightly as he lavishes attention on the left divot, smiling into his body as David finally lets out a choked groan. He is addicted to David, to the luscious sounds coming out of his mouth, drunk on the taste of him, that subtle musk with a hint of sweet licorice that is so distinctly David and threatens to overwhelm Michael’s senses whenever they’re together. He finally stops when he sees how desperately hard David is, fingers digging into the bedspread, shaking his arse enticingly to urge Michael lower. But Michael takes his time, hands cupping David’s ass and squeezing as he bites, reddening those perfect cheeks until he’s between his legs and David is begging for more...