Alecto is in awe, watching his husband position himself like so, strong legs spreading, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"How did I ever get so lucky?" He murmurs as he follows, drawn to Joshua, kneeling behind him and running pale hands all over his waist, leaning over him to kiss a line down his spine, all the way to the back of his neck. Alecto noses at the short hair there, breathing his husband in with a happy sigh.
"I can't wait to make you squirm tonight, darling," he says, a little dreamily, so happy to have this rare chance to do so. His hands rub little circles against Joshua's hip, eager to dig his fingers in (soon, he thinks, very soon -). His breath is hot against the shell of Joshua's ear as he whispers sweet promises to him before he gives the curve of it a sweet, sharp nip with his teeth.
Beneath them both, his sealskin is soft and glossy, shimmering in the dim firelight. It won't stain easily, he thinks, thankful. A quick dip in the salt of the sea would ease all such filth off its shiny pile. So they could get as nasty as they'd like tonight. And Alecto sure plans to.
He moves again now, back down to settle behind Joshua, running his hands over the hard curve of his ass cheeks before slowly pulling him open and leaning in to tongue at that tight ring of muscle clenching there, rimming his husband patiently, eager to eat him out until he's positively sobbing.
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"How did I ever get so lucky?" He murmurs as he follows, drawn to Joshua, kneeling behind him and running pale hands all over his waist, leaning over him to kiss a line down his spine, all the way to the back of his neck. Alecto noses at the short hair there, breathing his husband in with a happy sigh.
"I can't wait to make you squirm tonight, darling," he says, a little dreamily, so happy to have this rare chance to do so. His hands rub little circles against Joshua's hip, eager to dig his fingers in (soon, he thinks, very soon -). His breath is hot against the shell of Joshua's ear as he whispers sweet promises to him before he gives the curve of it a sweet, sharp nip with his teeth.
Beneath them both, his sealskin is soft and glossy, shimmering in the dim firelight. It won't stain easily, he thinks, thankful. A quick dip in the salt of the sea would ease all such filth off its shiny pile. So they could get as nasty as they'd like tonight. And Alecto sure plans to.
He moves again now, back down to settle behind Joshua, running his hands over the hard curve of his ass cheeks before slowly pulling him open and leaning in to tongue at that tight ring of muscle clenching there, rimming his husband patiently, eager to eat him out until he's positively sobbing.