The future...

"Ahh, fuck..." Asher threw his body back to meet Beau's thrusts. He tried shutting his eyelids but his body couldn't process the command. He could feel the heat on Beau's skin, the scent of lust in the cool space provided by the branches they were beneath, and the unmistaken murmurs of love that poured out of Beau's soul—most of which Asher did not hear properly.

Yet again, Beau strayed to his neck, working his way to the spot where he had previously left a hickey. He kissed the spot while thrusting into Asher. "You are gorgeous, baby," he complimented in a whisper, his breath fanning across Asher's neck and jaw.

Asher grabbed the trunk of the tree and leaned forward so that his chest jutted out while his ass was pushed to Beau.

Forward strokes met Asher's backward push, creating a harmony of beautiful songs and musical instruments that rented the air.