Adama was at first taken aback, but soon found himself lost in the kiss, in Graf’s powerful embrace. Graf’s erect cock pressed into his thigh, and his own cock grew against the firm muscle and thick hair of Graf’s crotch.
“You idiot,” said Graf. He was grinning and there was a twinkle in his eye. “I wanted to stay. I was waiting for you to ask me. I wasn’t sure whether I had worn out my welcome.”
“Whatever gave you the idea you’d worn out your welcome?”
Graf laughed. “Nothing, but, I mean, I kind of inflicted myself upon you over the rainy season. I didn’t really give you a choice.”
“And have I ever given you a reason to suspect I didn’t enjoy every moment?”
Graf shook his head.
They broke their embrace and, holding hands, began walking towards the grasslands, towards the cave.
Graf stopped. “Wait.”
Adama watched as he ran to collect the spear and his prized bison hide, throwing the latter over his shoulder and adjusting it as he returned to Adama’s side.