[It's too much and Rafe knows it, is prolonging the inevitable collapse while Nate shivers against him until something hotter than the water spatters his stomach and Nate whimpers back into Rafe's mouth. Skin prickling, body aching like he's been dragged up and down the Scottish mountains, he lifts his chin for a better gasp of the air around them.
Salt under the freshwater. Rafe's hand around him, still. Cum on his stomach.]
I like it.
[He says through a breathy laugh, running the fingers of his free hand over his abdomen and catching a taste on his thumb. Enough to not be washed away by the shower when he brings it between them to suck it clean.]
>B)
Salt under the freshwater. Rafe's hand around him, still. Cum on his stomach.]
I like it.
[He says through a breathy laugh, running the fingers of his free hand over his abdomen and catching a taste on his thumb. Enough to not be washed away by the shower when he brings it between them to suck it clean.]
I like it like that.