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morning together.
    “Fuck,” I murmur. You’re dipping
your feet in the water already, a little wooden pier the only indication of any
other human having been here. Maybe later in the day this will be a popular
picnic spot, and maybe later in the evening some adventurous teens will tease
each other and strip down to bare skin to skinny-dip in the lake.
    I sit beside you for now.
    "Kiss me."
    "You've still got cum on your
face. I'd rather not."
    "Kiss me."
    I contemplate it. Your lips pout,
waiting for me to accept the kiss. The thought of tasting my own self is
something that, peculiarly, leaves me a little disgusted. But for you, I'm
willing to. I kiss you.
    "I'm going to miss you a lot
when I'm gone," someone says. It might have been you. It might have been
me. Come to think of it, both of us said that a lot. The speaker is
interchangeable, but the sentiment overcomes. We echo back and forth saying
that. But I know it was me who said it last.
    "I'm going to miss your cum
painting me," you tease back.
    You lift yourself up to sit on me,
parting your legs, riding my lap. I grab you by your neck and kiss you with a
hunger that shows in my eyes, bleeds with heat all through my body, etches my
fingers into the skin of your neck.
    “I want you. Again. Always,” I say.
    When I hold you close, I let my
lips tingle against your neck.
    “I was just thinking about that,”
you say.
    “Oh, yes? What exactly?”
    “I was just thinking about how you
get me so, so wet when you use your mouth on me. When you place it here,” and
here you point to the side of your neck, where it converges with your
collarbones, which I kiss, “or here,” and now you point to the top of your
chest, which I kiss, “or here,” and now you snake a finger down all the way to
the delta of your pussy. With you dressed, my kiss there is little more than a
light pat. You laugh.
    “I think that’s getting in the
way,” I say. You agree. We slip out of our clothing again, seamlessly, fluidly,
bodies meant to be freed for sex rather than the trapped for propriety’s sake —
in a minute you straddle me, grabbing my cock with one hand while you breath
warm against my ear, going “mmm,” with every exhale.
    “Fuck,” is all I can offer, feeling
a wave of arousal that brings my cock to a slow, casual hardness.
    You know just how to tease my cock
into action: you know how to do it with your mouth, with your pussy, with your
closed fist. But one rare trick you take a lot of pride in is the way you can
tease me hard with just the ball of your thumbs, rubbing it against the tip of
my cock.
    I grind and writhe against you. My
arousal is a pressure and a burgeoning heat that you stroke with the light
flicks of your thumb. You press your thumb harder and feel me harden around
your hand. You slick your thumb with the irresistible drip of precum that
follows that arousal, using the wet friction to slide against the frenulum of
my cock, encircling my shaft below where my head bells outward. My gasps are as
full as the tension of arousal I feel. You can hear my gasps bounce off the
water.
    When you feel my cock stretch to
the hardest it can be, you begin to dip your head to suck me again, but I have
other ideas. I hold you down against the wooden planks of the pier and I make
you lie still under me, letting your thighs part from your frenzy.
    This is the most natural we will
ever be: smelling like sex, readying to fuck. Every atom in our bodies know the
carnal truth of fucking. The time we’ve spent together have sharpened that even
further. When we fuck, we fuck to please together.
    We’re both too overwhelmed in each
other to want anything other than to fuck right now. Acrobatic positions do not
matter. You spread yourself open for me and I give to you. I give and I give
and I give.
    You look down to watch my cock
thrust in and out of you. Our thighs kiss together with the rapid motions of us
fucking. You can feel the way your pussy parts open for me deep