Time froze as both men savored the sensation of the climax of their intense love making. Neither moved, seeking to prolong the feeling for as long as possible. Finally, his exhaustion taking over, Dean collapsed onto Marco’s chest, the warm liquid now forming another facet of shared DNA between them.
“I wish that you had saved that stuff for me,” he said finally.
Marco laughed. “You should know by now there’s lots more where that came from. C’mon, let’s take a shower.”
They headed for the bathroom, the sticky liquid covering the upper torso of both of them. Marco turned on the water and they stepped in.
“You’re still hard,” observed Dean.
“Damn right. I’m Italian, remember?” He began to lather Dean up, and the tired man relaxed in the pleasure of the soapy massage. But his passion not spent, Marco turned his partner’s back toward him and rubbed his still firm member against the crack of his ass.