They proceeded to have their way with each other two more times after that, taking breaks to hydrate, fuel their bodies, before going back in again.
An entire day had gone by, but neither man seemed to care. Their bodies pressed and rolled, writhing and entangling themselves between cotton sheets glued to their sticky and sweaty skins.
Night had fallen, the crickets now out to play, singing their nocturnal songs as the light from the moon bathed the room. They were like animals in heat, unable to separate themselves as they engaged in carnal pleasures until their bodies could no longer move, until their hearts couldn't keep up.
Lucien picked Kenneth up as he opened the bathroom door, his only thoughts on cleaning his Anchor and himself before going back to bed again.
They kissed beneath the spray of the shower, swallowing each other's breaths alongside a mouthful of water. Even as they toweled themselves dry, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
