Ivy '06: Oasis

Scorched-earth dog days - no breeze, shade, relief - only fire-blaze sun, dust.

Vin slides hands wet with sweat, holds hips, grins as they kiss.

Curtains drawn - comparative cool - blankets kicked away.

Vin tightens thighs wet with leaked excitement, cocks aligned, grunts as they thrust.

Hidden here since yesterday's sunset - baths, dinner later - they'll return.

Vin arches torso wet with come, climax shared, groans as they strain.

No one to worry about – discovering or needing them - in this punishing heat.

Vin rests cheek wet with tears to Ezra's forehead, panting breaths, drifts as they hold.

End