#saxloch

Shame Is Sharp (And My Skin Gives So Easy)

Lochlan tosses his phone aside and tackles Saxon into the bed. He’s stronger now from the gym, so even though he’ll never be as big as Saxon, the playing field is starting to seem more equal. Saxon matches him and flips them over. A naked version of their post-gym encounter: skin against skin, senses tingly and alive. Fucking like that is almost enough to make Lochlan think he could go on like this. Saxon certainly doesn’t mind; if anything, he’s got Lochlan right where he wants him.

“I wanna see how much you can take,” Saxon continues.

Lochlan could take so much. Anything Saxon fucking gave him, again and again, harder, no, harder –

Which is when he whimpers. Very, very quietly, but the noise comes out soft and submissive all the same. Saxon pauses in the middle of putting plates onto a bar for him. Lochlan wants to either die or run away or both. The spotlight sensation only intensifies when Saxon quirks an eyebrow at him. So he did hear; Lochlan can’t hide under the throbbing Top 40 playing overhead.

I write a ton of smut, but there are a few personal preferences that always leave me going "wow."

Apart from the first kiss, where the sparks simply transport everything to another sphere.

When they’re kissing and he lifts him up and presses him against the wall. Chef’s kiss That is way too hot.

When they’re cuddling on the couch and one of them slips a hand under his shirt. sweating

He’s just finished inside him and tilts his head back while sweat drips off him. hot

When he puts an arm around his waist and pulls him close—like, it’s so sensual and incredibly romantic at the same time. I live for that little gesture.

He lifts his legs up and they kiss passionately. Ideally, they’re caressing each other’s necks and running their fingers through each other’s hair while doing it. SO INTENSE!

Lochlan is so lost in thought that he doesn’t hear the door open. Saxon tosses his shirt at Lochlan to get his attention, which forces Lochlan to inhale the smell of Saxon’s sweat. The smell is both gross and masculine, almost sexual, because it makes Lochlan think about exertion. The other ways Saxon could exert himself. He could hold Lochlan down and fuck.

Now imagine this happening to your favorite incest ship