“Marreee…meeeee!”
Steve also heard the lute again, choppy and sharp sounds echoing inside the meadow. More unrefined thanduring his first visit to the meadow. Perhaps, sexual sounds.
As Gio built up to his orgasmic explosion, Steve felt the man’s lower stomach (his tight navel and abs)cause friction with his dick. The excess skin on the mass glided up and down as Gio’s movements heightened. Overcome with elation, lost in that woodsy, fern-inhabited, and nameless place that Steve could only refer to as the meadow, he listened to Gio whisper into his ear.
“Come with me. Both of us at the same time.”
“Sayyyyyme…tiiiieeeme,” the muses sang, telling a story among them, unseen at the moment since Steve lay on his back.