_{a smile begins to curve his lips. rudi moves closer, water splashing as he does. wants to SMUSH against tucker, hold him tight, for dear life— ! but he can’t, not without hurting him more. hands reach out for either side of the tub, fingers grip so he can keep himself balanced. face dips down, he presses a kiss to tucker’s shoulder, a little more now to his NECK, behind his ear. “ — feelin’ any bettah, baby ? “}

fingers hook behind his bottom teeth, NERVES INCREASING as the other looms closer. tucker swallows, inhales scent. rudi’s mucky, they both are. the water’s gone an odd, murky colour. lips tremble, can’t help but scoot closer as if his ass has a mind of its own. the one behind ear really has him flaking, gut twisting. siren purrs.      ❛      … maybe f’ya kiss me more … gotta —— gotta get ‘em right.      ❜