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Sylus leans back against the sand, pulling him impossibly closer.
Rafayel is straddling his waist, staring down at Sylus, his face bright red, his clothing just as drenched as Sylus’s.
“Look what you did…my clothes are all wet and cold.” Rafayel complains, peeling his sopping wet off his chest.
“So take them off.” Sylus responds with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Rafayel’s jaw drops.
“excuse me?!”
Sylus sits up and grabs his waist, leaning in close to his ear, his voice low and deep, only meant for him to hear.
“Did I stutter, fish~? Take them off~”
Rafayel shudders a bit at the feeling of Sylus’s breath against his skin.
“C-can we at least go back inside f-!”
He gets cut off as Sylus turns over and pins Rafayel to the ground against the cold, wet sand, the waves wash over his legs and waist, drenching him even more.
“Sylus-!” He scolds, once again being cut off, this time, by a rough, passionate kiss descending on his lips.
He hesitates for a moment, but leans into the kiss, closing his eyes and reaching up to sun his fingers through Sylus’s hair. He lets out a soft whimper as he feels Sylus bite down on his lip before pulling away.
“Sylus…” he murmurs, trying to focus his hazy eyes on Sylus’s face.
“Had enough, sweetie~?” Sylus asks, stroking Rafayel’s cheek with his knuckles.
“You know I haven’t~” Rafayel moans, holding Sylus’s waist.
“But can we at least get out of this water and back onto the blanket?”
Sylus nods and grabs Rafayel’s legs and pulls them up around his waist before lifting him up and carrying him to the blanket, drenching it as soon as Rafayel hits the ground.
Sylus holds Rafayel’s thigh tightly against his hip, gently squeezing it. His wet, black shirt hugs his torso, exposing every contour in it, his hair drips saltwater onto Rafayel’s face.
“Now…” he begins, his voice low and husky.
“About those wet clothes~”
He grabs the first button on Rafayel’s shirt and undoes it, watching his face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort as he continues to undo every single one, pressing another rough kiss to Rafayel’s lips, making him whimper again.
Rafayel reaches up to unbutton Sylus’s shirt in return, kissing him back.
Sylus tosses Rafayel’s shirt to the side and continues kissing him deeply, slipping his tongue through his lips and twirling it around Rafayel’s. He reaches down and starts working on getting Rafayel’s pants off, struggling to peel them off of his skin.”
Rafayel notices his struggling and helps him get them off before reaching up to get Sylus’s pants off as well.
Sylus slides his own wet shirt off and throws it down on the blanket, then goes all out kissing all over Rafayel’s torso, rubbing his nipples as he does so.
Rafayel can’t help but moan, his hips twitching up to meet Sylus’s.
Sylus groans softly, then lets out a dark chuckle before grabbing Rafayel by the shoulder and flipping him onto his stomach and running his hands from his waist up to his chest to tease his nipple once again.
“Aah~! Sylus…” Rafayel moans.
Sylus grabs his wrists and pins them down to the ground before giving his ass a quick slap, making him yelp.
“Hey-! Don’t hit me…” he whines.
“What’s that~? You want me to hit you *again*~?”
Sylus spanks him again out of spite.
“Ngh-!! You’re so mean…” he grumbles against the blanket.
Sylus laughs softly and lets go of his wrists, sliding his hand down his back, making him shiver before he circles his thumb around his entrance.
Rafayel moans softly, pressing back into the touch.
Sylus uses two fingers to brush it off.
“You’re covered in sand.” He gripes.
“Who’s fault is tha- aah~!” He trails off as Sylus slips his fingers into him.
Sylus smirks and slips them in deeper, curling them inside him.
Rafayel arches his back, crying out, the touch sending a sharp shudder through his body. A wave of intense pleasure that makes his toes curl washing over him.
Sylus grabs the back of his neck and holds it against the ground so he’s face down, ass up while he continues to finger him, speeding up his movements.
Rafayel squirms and whimpers, his legs starting to shake.
Sylus’s fingers stop curling for a moment as they rotate inside him. He leans down and presses his lips just above his fingers and sucks it gently before stretching his hole out to fit his tongue inside.
Rafayel arches his back and cries out, his hands fisting the blanket, tears of pleasure already pricking the corners of his eyes.
“Sylus~! oh, god~!” He sobs, his hips twitching again.
Sylus pulls away, cringing a bit.
“You taste like sea water.”
Rafayel pants. He wants to retort, but when he opens his mouth to speak all that comes out is a defeated moan.
“You like that, fish~?” Sylus teases, sliding his hand down to wrap around Rafayel’s neglected erection, rubbing his thumb against the tip, making him gasp and twitch.
“Please…s-stop teasing me~!” Rafayel pleads, his voice breaking.
Sylus strokes him slowly, kissing down his neck to his shoulder.
“Why should I~?” He challenges, proceeding to stroke him at an agonizingly slow pace.
Rafayel whines and sobs, helplessly reaching back to grab him.
“Syluuuuus!” He whines.
Sylus smirks and grabs his wrists to pin them down again.
“You want me that bad~?”
Rafayel nods, pressing back against him desperately.
Sylus smirks and positions himself, pressing the head of his cock against Raf’s entrance, then slowly sliding into him, making him moan and shudder.
“Does it hurt?” Sylus asks, rubbing Rafayel’s sides.
He shakes his head in response.
Sy nods and starts to move, holding Rafayel’s waist to keep him still as he thrusts into him, slow but hard.
Rafayel lets out a choked whimper, his legs trembling, threatening to give out if Sylus lets go of him.
Sylus reaches up to run a hand through his hair.
“You’re doing good, fishy~” he pants, picking up his pace slightly.
“I’m gonna go faster, okay?”
Rafayel nods, managing to choke out a breathy “okay”.
Sylus pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal, swift pace.
Rafayel cries out, his body jerking forward with each movement.
“Oh my god~!”
“Such a good boy~” Sylus growls, his grip on Rafayel’s waist tightening.
Rafayel arches back into him, his fingers digging into the sand and his eyes squeezed shut.
“Sylus…I’m c-close~!” He whines, his body convulsing and his breathing heavy and uneven.
Suddenly, Sylus Wraps his arms around Rafayel’s and pulls him back, his body arching so much that his back cracks.
Sylus’s angle shifts to hit Rafayel a lot deeper than before.
Rafayel can’t help but scream, his vision tunneling.
“Wait- SYLUS~!” He yells before he completely blacks out, his eyes are rolled back into his head and he can do is feel.
Sylus manages to pump into him even faster, slamming into his depths as hard as he can.
Moments later, Rafayel’s body shudders violently as he ejaculates onto the blanket, letting out a shaky cry, his eyes opening again as he regains consciousness.
Sylus pulls out of him after a few seconds and gently lies him down on the blanket and runs a hand through his hair again.
“Still with me?”
Rafayel nods, trying to catch his breath.
Sylus nods and pulls him into his arms and kisses his forehead.
“Let’s go back home, sweetie.” He murmurs, wrapping Rafayel up in the blanket and quickly slipping back into his shorts before carrying the basket and his tired fiancé back to his studio.
Once they get back inside, Sylus gently places Rafayel down on the couch.
“Okay, I’ll run a bath for us, then we can get dessert and watch a movie, alright?” He murmurs, his voice quiet, soft, and comforting.
Rafayel just nods, his face pressed up against the couch.
Sylus gently strokes his hair, which its a bit stiff from the saltwater.
“Okay. Just relax. You did great, Fishy.”
He presses a gentle kiss to his temple and heads to the bathroom.
Once he’s filled the bathtub, he walks back out to the living room where Rafayel is resting. He kneels down in front of him and gently shakes him.
“Raf.” He whispers, caressing his shoulder with his thumb.
Rafayel opens his eyes halfway and focuses them on Sylus’s face.
“Can you walk to the bathroom or do you want me to carry you?” Sylus asks, gently rubbing Rafayel’s shoulder.
“Carry me, please…” Rafayel mumbles. His voice hoarse.
Sylus nods and takes the towel off of him and picks him up, carrying him to the bathroom with one hand.
He gets through the door and gently lowers Rafayel into the water, then gets in behind him.
Rafayel leans back against his shoulder and sighs softly.
Sylus takes some water and dumps it on Raf’s head, getting his hair thoroughly wet before he can wash it for him.
Once his hair is all wet, Sylus starts massaging some shampoo into his hair.
Rafayel melts into the touch, closing his eyes in pure bliss.
“That’s nice…” he breathes.
Sylus nods and continues working the shampoo into his scalp.
“I’m glad you like it, sweetie.” He replies.
After they get out of the bath, Sylus makes some popcorn and lie down on the couch to watch a movie. Spending the rest of their night cuddling and winding down from the day.