He gripped Anderson's thighs, dug his nails into the heavy denim, fed happily at the wet, nipping mouth covering his, Anderson's long fingers twined in his hair, cock already growing hard between them. He drew back after a few minutes, nibbling at Anderson's chin as he slid his hands up beneath the colorful shirt in search of soft, warm skin. "Why am I the only one missing clothes?"
"I got distracted," Anderson said and went back to kissing him, taking Lynn's mouth like he was starving, like Lynn hadn't just fucked him last night, spread out in their pool, stuffing him full at both ends, going until they were both too wrung out to do more than sprawl on the grass panting. His hands slid from Lynn's hair to his shoulders, rubbing against him, the rough bits of his shirt against Lynn's skin the best kind of torment.
He whined a bit when Lynn pushed him back, but Lynn was determined. "Lose the shirt. In fact, lose all of it."