[ He could stay there for as long as it takes them to prune but the urge to be inside his boyfriend is far too strong to ignore, gasping water as Molly touches him, working him up into a sensitive frenzy. The rise to his feet is swift, keeping Molly in his lap. When they break the surface he drags down air, despite not being out of breath, and steers their combined weight toward the wall of the bath where Molly left the massage oil.
He doesn't reach for it immediately, too busy kissing him with a moan that fills the enclosed stone room. ]
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He doesn't reach for it immediately, too busy kissing him with a moan that fills the enclosed stone room. ]