[Poggio]

The cold drowned out the warmth trickling from over head. The man before him had spoken that he did not like damaging his lovers. He swallowed and a smirk took place on his lips. He would have to trust in that, as he desperately wanted to dance with Ambrosia. He pulled his body closer, letting his torso slide against the others until their lips were close enough. He drew the air from the others mouth. “Feed me.” The other seemed to have forgotten about their fishy dinner, abandoned on the counter. The strong hands cradled him as the world dipped. The water stopped raining on them, and other hand firmly clasped his rump. Their procession was slow, full of drawn out kisses and bouncing. His dripping body was briefly abandoned on the counter as the other went to locate the food containers. He was fed food drenched in tartar sauce and he lapped up every morsel the pale fingers offered him. The feeding turned into ravished kisses drenched in the taste of fried bread and oils. The threat slipped his mind as he took the hand pulling, Ambrosia further in between his thighs. His own need ached, throbbing with each warm succulent kiss. “Bite me.” He said breathing heavily. He swallowed one last time smoothly rising against Ambrosia. “Fuck me.”