Muscle flexed, body ground against body, sweat glistened across tight, hot flesh. He brushed one hand over his face to loose the strands clinging to him as desperately as he clung to his lover. Their bodies moved in tandem against one another, connecting again and again as the lines between love and lust blurred into blazing passion. His hands cupped his lover's hips as he trust deep inside, issuing a low moan of pleasure. Their bodies trembled, one just after the other as they came and collapsed in a mass of flesh and limbs in the center of the bed.
They lay together, both struggling for breath, their bodies tangling around one another in an intricate knot. Their mouths fumbled for one another, issuing proclamations of love between heated kisses. Sex was always this way for them: strong, passionate and utterly amazing. He had never failed to deliver and Ferdinand was glad to not be alone again tonight. There would be no more nights of his own hands roving over lonely flesh and bringing himself to orgasm alone. They were together again and the promise was always kept: they would spend the next three days in bed, fucking and cuddling and feeding each other whatever takeout they could have delivered to the house. Sometimes Maki would have surprises from the places he had visited rather it was food or a present. It was generally either used in foreplay or tossed aside to be examined during sexual downtime as they were curled around one another. It wasn't so much what was brought as long as he had some proof he had been on Maki's mind as much as he had been on his. All that really mattered to him was he was remembered and missed. It was hard being here alone.
Maki ran his hands over Ferdinand's face, neck and shoulders, starved for the sight and feel of him. He had missed him more than he had realized. There was nothing quite like coming home and falling into his arms. While he enjoyed touring, he enjoyed coming home more.
"Did you miss me?" Ferdinand asked his usual question quietly, staring up into Maki's eyes. He laughed gently and responded as he always did.
"Like breath."
Ferdinand buried his face in Maki's shoulder and pulled his full weight down on top of him, wriggling into a more comfortable position. "And not just the sex?"
Maki bit Ferdinand's shoulder playfully. "No, not just the sex." His voice was gentle, amused and slightly irritated. He wrapped his arms under Ferdinand's shoulders and under the pillow beneath his head. He shifted to the side a bit so he was resting partially on his hip and moved so Ferdinand's eyes had to meet his. "I mean that."
"I know you do," he stated, wrinkling his nose a bit, "but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy hearing it."
"Is that why you always ask me the same questions every time?"
"Of course." His tone was playful as he twisted the long strands of Maki's black hair into half braids. "Would you expect anything less. Or different?"
Maki shrugged and sighed. "I might worry about you if you didn't."
"Oh? Why is that?"
Maki leaned in and rubbed his cheek against Ferdinand's lovingly. "Because we have this ritual, you and I. I go out, I'm gone for six months or more at a time and here you are, sitting idly by, waiting on me to come home. It has to be lonely as fuck for you but you still do it. And when I come home, we spend the first few days I'm home fucking like rabbits."
"We don't fuck like rabbits."
Maki quirked a brow and smiled. His dark eyes danced. "Oh, you don't think so, do you?"
"We don't fuck like rabbits, Makiros," he stated rather matter-of-factly. "We fuck like we're from a third world country."
Maki laughed out loud. "What? Where the fuck did that come from?"
Ferdinand, who was trying very hard not to giggle and was failing, shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. I just made something up."
"Are you going to open the present I brought you?" he asked, rolling toward the side table beside their bed. "You didn't seem very interested in it when I first came home but I think you can appreciate it now."
