Page 33 of Flowers To Give

“Well, what do you want me to do? Pucker up?” Jeremy asks.

Merle raises a brow in interest, “I’d pay to see that.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeremy decides to play along. He closes his eyes and dramatically puckers his lips. He expects Merle to laugh but instead his hands move from Jeremy’s back up to his face, cupping his jaw. His thumb brushes along Jeremy’s cheekbone and he opens his eyes, Merle much closer now.

Jeremy relaxes his face and opens his mouth to say something when Merle leans in and presses his lips against Jeremy’s. He blinks and sees that Merle also hasn’t closed his eyes yet, studying Jeremy’s face closely as he slides his tongue into Jeremy’s mouth. His eyelids grow heavy as Merle licks into his mouth, working his jaw and getting lost in the centrifugal motion.

It’s not as if the kiss feels bad, soft lips working in tandem and tongues circling around the other, but there’s just no satisfaction, no spark. Merle, on the other hand, seems to be really enjoying himself. His hands are busy, petting Jeremy’smop of hair and skimming back down his back to the cusp of his ass. Jeremy can feel Merle’s cock growing against his, wishing that the kiss would affect him the same way.

Merle is most likely able to tell that Jeremy’s not keeping up with his “cure,” one of his wandering hands makes its way between their bodies. He grabs onto both of their dicks and strokes them simultaneously against the other, eliciting Jeremy to moan into the other’s mouth. He begins to grow hard too, all the sparks in his pelvis, Merle pulling his tongue back to whisper against Jeremy’s lips, “There ya go.”

“Ah,” Jeremy huffs, hips twitching as Merle’s grip tightens, “Merle?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me,” Jeremy suggests.

Merle smiles against Jeremy’s lips, nodding. His hand releases both of their dicks and finds Jeremy’s palm, leading them back toward the shore. Thinking it felt weird to walk with a boner before, it’s nothing compared to wading through the ocean tide with one. Calves still in the water, Merle turns around and sits on the slanted rock so that his body is partially submerged still.

The air is cold on Jeremy’s wet skin so he follows suit, lower half staying warm and heating the rest of his body. As soon as he’s seated, Merle reaches over and starts pulling at Jeremy’s cock. Turning his head, Merle recaptures Jeremy’s mouth and starts kissing him again. The kiss is dull and honestly kind of a turn off. Wanting to hear Merle talk again instead, Jeremy pulls away and asks, “We doing this here?”

“Why not?” Merle smirks, “I brought lube.”

“That’s hot,” Jeremy says, reaching for Merle’s dick too. He’s large enough that Jeremy’s big hand hardly fits around the girth, figuring he’ll need a generous amount of lubrication, he says, “Hope you brought a lot.”

Merle bites at Jeremy’s lip and that successfully sends a shiver down his spine. Pulling away, Merle rumbles, “Get on your hands and knees.”

The discarded clothes are arm’s length away, Merle rifling through them for the bottle of lube while Jeremy rolls over and gets on his knees. Merle comes back over to him and touches his shoulder as a gesture for him to bend over. Once he does, Merle spreads one cheek back and licks the rim. Jeremy jumps at the sensation, Merle licking more before flattening his tongue against Jeremy’s asshole.

Pointing his tongue, he penetrates the soft tissue and licks into Jeremy. Hands unsteady, Jeremy gets on his elbows and arches his back so his ass is held up in the air for Merle to lick into. Pulling away, Merle spits on the hole and rubs his fingers against it. He pushes one digit to the first knuckle with only his spit as lube, testing the waters. Jeremy spasms around the digit, so ready to be reamed. Merle takes it the other way, other hand massaging his ass cheek as he tells him, “Relax, you’re too tight.”

Jeremy audibly exhales, loosening his gut and allowing Merle to push his finger in more. The small intrusion isn’t enough to satisfy him, though, pushing his hips back and moaning, “More.”

“What do you want?” Merle teases.

“Your dick,” Jeremy huffs, “I want your dick in me.”

Merle pulls his finger out of Jeremy and moves so he’s positioned from behind, tapping his cock against Jeremy’s ass and saying, “I’m gonna give it to you good, baby.”

“Please,” Jeremy groans, cock jerking heavily between his legs. He bounces his ass up and down a little for show as he waits for Merle to lube up his cock. The cold gel lands on his hole and the cock head circles around the entrance to spread it out.

Moaning openly, that entices Merle into asking, “You ready?”

“Ah, yes,” Jeremy replies, rubbing his eyes against his folded forearms. His dick is already leaking precum from the anticipation.

“Here,” Merle says, flexing his glutes and pushing his hips forward so his cock breeches Jeremy’s hole. Jeremy moans openly, Merle relentlessly pushing in without backing out. Jeremy tries to keep his core loose, the large member spreading him out wide. Merle bottoms out, balls resting against Jeremy’s perineum.

“You okay?” Merle checks in.

Jeremy gyrates his hips and is able to point the cock down on his prostate, lustfully calling, “Ah, right there, Merle, get it!”

Snapping his hips back, Merle suddenly pulls out to the tip before rocketing his hips back down into Jeremy’s sweet spot. Jeremy’s pushed forward by force, yelping, “Gah!”

Merle’s thrusts are relentless, hammering his cock in and out of Jeremy’s spread hole. He holds onto Jeremy’s hips first, forcing his ass back on the dick. But then he’s leaning forward, chest pressing against Jeremy’s back and hands on either side of his head. This position allows him to really pound his hips down on Jeremy, making his knees hurt as he slides along the slick rock and the tide laps at his legs.

“Holy shit, you feel so good,” punches out of Merle, “I’m close already.”

Reaching between his legs with one hand, Jeremy starts stroking his neglected cock. He pushes his ass back on Merle’s incessant pounding, meeting him halfway. Their thrusts are in rhythm with the rippling waves at their feet, riding the edge like a surfer skates across a wave.