The sun streamed in through the half-drawn curtains, golden light spilling across the rumpled sheets and the tangled bodies in the center of the large bed. Morning had come softly, but the air inside the cabin was thick with heat and the wet, filthy sounds of skin meeting skin.
"Ahh~ Lucien~ Fuck, yes~"
Elian's deep moan filled the room, raw and broken, as Lucien fucked him deep and slow.
Lucien had Elian's legs hooked firmly around his waist, knees locked high against his ribs, holding him open so every thick, deliberate thrust sank to the hilt. The slow drag of Lucien's cock stretching him open again and again made Elian's toes curl against Lucien's back. Precome and leftover oil from the night before made every slide filthy and slick, the wet squelch of it loud in the quiet morning.
"You're driving me crazy, Elian," Lucien rasped, voice low and rough with sleep and hunger.
