Further with ‘Water and Dust': contemporary m/m fiction

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The water Brendan shook around him was quiet compared to his words, deafening for all their softness. Marc sighed, and entered the water. The coolness encased him, silky, soft, like a glove, or a balm, soothing the scratches on his shoulder.

The water enveloped his cock. It rose and fell easily between his legs as he stepped over the smooth pebbles, heading to Brendan who now hovered with his nose at the water line, peering at Marc with glimmering eyes. Marc reached him, and stroke his hand over Brendan’s curls.

“Hey.”

Brendan rose, his head lilting into Marc’s palm, like a panther allowing itself to be tamed. Marc never wanted Brendan tamed, yet somehow, he’d done just that.

“I try to forget,” Brendan said, a confession, and a scolding aimed not at Marc but at himself.

All Marc did was nod. He swept his hand around Brendan’s cheek and jaw, thumb finding Brendan’s lower lip. Brendan’s eyes fluttered, and he sunk his teeth into the pad of Marc’s thumb.

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