But strong arms encircled his thin body, hugging him close, and soft lips planted a rough kiss on his temple. “Whew,” Mac sighed into Triage’s fine, black hair. “I needed that.”
Pushing against the soldier, Triage tried to sit up and couldn’t. “Must go,” he said. “Mac—”
“Stay.”
Triage ignored the command in Mac’s voice and wiggled out of his embrace. When he stood, Mac slipped free from him with a slick sound. Hiking up his pants, Triage stepped around the soldier and bent by his head. The front of Mac’s fatigues gaped obscenely; his cock limp in its bed of kinked hair, the camouflage fabric stained a darker shade from his own cum.
Running a hand over Mac’s stubbly hair, Triage kissed the full lips that pouted at him. Mac caught his thin arm, eyes searching Triage’s face. “We’ll have to do this again,” he promised.
With an eager nod, Triage agreed.
Can I Just Say
the taste of you still lingers on my tongue
can i just say
you taste like salt and the sea