Connor lightly dipped the tip of his finger into the slit. The flesh quivered, and Connor massaged in deeper, being as careful as he could. Something slick coated his finger, and it covered Adonis’s insides, too, making his finger slide in easily. Connor’s cock perked up as he slipped his finger in and out of Adonis.
Adonis groaned, thrusting his face against Connor’s neck.
Connor’s body alighted in excitement: Adonisdidfeel good.
Adonis fumbled with the zip of Connor’s wetsuit.
“No, no,” Connor said, breathless. “Laurence is still on the beach.”
Adonis whined. He touched the front of Connor’s suit, brushing against his hard cock, and then he pressed his hand to where Connor’s fingers were thrusting into him. He did it again, whining harder into Connor’s ear.
Connor let out a heavy breath. “You want me to put it in?”
Adonis nodded feverishly against Connor’s neck.
Heat and arousal encompassed Connor’s mind. He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But he couldn’t suddenly start thrusting into Adonis with Laurence a few feet away. Nor did he want the first time he had sex to be done while trying not to look like he was having sex. Despite his apprehensions, when Adonis’s hand snuck around to tug at the zip again, he wanted to let him take the suit off.
“Adonis…” Connor said, heated. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
Adonis trembled. He dropped his head, and Connor’s heart tugged.
“Can you meet me later?” Connor asked him. “At my house? At the dock? And we can go somewhere it’s just two of us, and then we can…”
Adonis didn’t lift his head. He clutched at Connor’s back, his gills flaring wide as he panted.
Ah. Connor was still thrusting his finger in him, and Adonis seemed too distracted to have heard him. Connor pushed his aching cock to the back of his mind and focused on Adonis.
“I’m going to try putting in another finger, okay? Let me know if it hurts,” Connor said to him. He took it slow, easing in a second finger. The warm flesh stretched to accommodate Connor’s fingers, immediately coating his skin with that slick substance.
Adonis groaned; his hips jerked forwards, burying Connor’s fingers deep inside. The flesh trembled, expanding around his knuckles.
“You want them deeper?” Connor asked, repeating the motion that Adonis’s hip jerk caused, thrusting his fingers deep into Adonis. Adonis hissed. More of that slick substance leaked onto Connor’s hands; it clung to his skin despite the salt water.
Connor thrust his fingers fast into Adonis, the lubricant making them glide easily in and out, and Adonis let out a moan. He clutched at Connor tightly.
The pale expanse of Adonis’s nape caught his eye, his hair parting around the spot with his head tilted down. Connor thought about the bites covering his skin and swallowed hard. He bent his head, touching his lips to the hot skin. His skin tasted of salt and the ocean; Connor’s lips burned against Adonis’s heated skin
Connor pushed his tongue against his skin, and Adonis made a desperate sound in his throat.
Connor bit the back of his neck, simultaneously thrusting his fingers in deep.
Adonis cried out—sounding more human than he ever had—and grabbed Connor’s arm, holding him still as he jerked his hips forward over and over. The lubricant gushed out in thick globs, and Adonis’s gills flared wide as his body trembled.
His thrusting petered out slowly with a low groan. Adonis released Connor’s wrist to clutch his body instead, and he lifted his hand to touch the indent Connor’s teeth had left on the back of his neck. His body trembled as he massaged it.
Slowly, he slipped his fingers out of Adonis, who whimpered. Affection bloomed inside of Connor. He tilted his head down, kissing the tip of Adonis’s pointed ear.
A tired, satisfied sound rumbled from Adonis’s throat.
Connor lifted his hand out of the water to stroke the bite mark on the back of Adonis’s neck and accidentally smeared the milky-coloured substance stuck to his fingers across his skin. “Sorry, Adonis. I’m making a mess,” Connor apologised. He shook off his hand in the water. When he was finished, he noticed Adonis’s tired gaze on his face.
“What is it?”
Adonis lightly touched the wetsuit being pushed out by Connor’s cock, making a light questioning sound in his throat.
Connor had beentryingto forget about his throbbing balls. Adonis touching him didn’t help him with that. “Later, if you want, okay?” If he stripped down to get his cock out, that would be visible to Laurence. Connor cast a look over his shoulder at the beach. Laurence was busy sketching.
Adonis followed his gaze to Laurence, his top lip curling back into a sneer.
