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A cool evening breeze danced in over the ocean, sending ripples through the waning moon's reflection. Dylan walked barefoot along the water's edge, enjoying the moist, not-quite-firm feel of wet sand on his skin. The intimidatingly named Wreck Beach was tranquil at this early hour, the low tide lapping quietly at the sand. While it wasn't necessary for Dylan to be out at 2 a.m. from a research perspective, he liked walking at night for the quiet and the chance to appreciate the beauty of the area without worrying about Ph balances and starfish counts.

It would be just a bit before suppertime in London, Dylan thought. He wondered what his husband was going to eat tonight, whether he was having takeout as he so often did when left to his own devices. He hadn't seen Kun in eight weeks now, with another week still to go before his early-morning flight would take him back to the UK. This two-month summer excursion hadn't come as a surprise---Dylan's team had been fighting for over a year for this grant to study the effects of the Pacific Ocean's changing acidity on sea life. They had people on beaches in Maui and California as well, all trying to quantify how the slow change in the water's composition was altering the balance of tide pool life. It was important work for conservation purposes and was exactly the sort of topic that had gotten Dylan excited about marine biology nearly two decades ago. But now that he was in his late thirties and had lived in Canada, China, and the UK, with dozens of trips to conferences and research sites all over the globe, international travel just didn't have the same thrill anymore.

Of course, it would all be much more exciting if Kun could have come with, but two months of vacation from his busy law firm wasn't in the cards. Dylan smiled, thinking about his short, handsome partner coming home with a bag from his favourite Ethiopian restaurant, eating it alone as he pored over some sci-fi novel he'd just picked up. The smile turned to a crooked grin as he remembered how, the night before he left, Kun had hand-fed him dessert in the bedroom. He could still remember

_the juicy taste of strawberry bursting over his tongue as he bit down, coated in a flaky, milky chocolate that melted as soon as his mouth closed. Dylan let out a soft, throaty moan at the taste of it, licking his lips carefully to make sure none of the red juices spilled onto the sheets. His body was covered in goosebumps from the cool air and the feeling of exposure as he knelt, blindfolded, on their thick plush mattress. _

"Open," came Kun's voice, low, quiet, and firm. Dylan's lips spread again, and he felt another thick, smooth, chocolate-coated berry slide over his bottom lip and tongue. "Now bite." He did, enjoying the plump feeling of the strawberry's momentary resistance before exploding into a gush of flavour like its predecessor. The blindfolded man chewed slowly, reveling in the fresh taste, in this moment of calm and connection amidst the storm of weeks of preparations.

"Now clean." A finger pushed lightly against Dylan's closed lips; without hesitation, he ducked his head forward, sucking the finger into his mouth, tongue washing it in long strokes, the sweet smoothness of chocolate coming off all too quickly. One after another, each of Kun's fingers received a similar treatment, as his other hand slid down Dylan's chest and rounded stomach. The researcher couldn't help but gasp as his lover's fingers wrapped around his hard erection. Light tugs of his cock's tight skin coincided with two more fingers pushing into his mouth, thrusting back against his throat. Dylan moaned, writhing but remaining in position, his desire for Kun to replace those fingers with his own member growing into

a painful ache in his groin, causing the biologist to wince slightly. His need for his assertive, strong, confident partner had started to make itself known just after he touched down in Canada, and had increased seemingly exponentially with each progressive week. It was to the point where any time he wasn't directly focused on a task, his mind would immediately snap to thoughts of Kun's firm hands, his deft tongue, his V-shaped abdominal muscles leading down to

his cock, thicker and shorter than Dylan's, sliding into his mouth. He was on all fours now, Kun's fingers wrapped in his hair, the heat of red slap and scratch marks throbbing on his back. The biologist reveled in the slightly uncomfortable twinge in his jaw as he opened wide enough to accept his lover's erection, the feel of the soft head against his tongue transitioning to firm shaft as it was shoved into him, until his nose was squished into the short, trimmed hair that he knew formed an attractive triangle above Kun's package. Despite his dominant positioning, Kun wasn't too rough with the first few strokes. He took his time, like Dylan with his strawberries, both of them knowing that this was the last time for quite awhile and not wanting to let lust overtake the need to savour it. The researcher tried hard to focus on grasping every detail: the sound of Kun's ragged breath; the musky smell when his nose was against Kun's crotch; the light taste of pre-come, spreading through his mouth, reminding him just a bit of

a salty ocean breeze, blowing in, causing Dylan to wrap his arms around his front and shiver slightly. The days were warm enough here, but the nights dipped into crisper temperatures, even in June. He hadn't bothered to change out of his t-shirt from the day's research, and between that and his lack of shoes, he was starting to feel a bit chilled. The tide had begun to reverse some as he'd walked and teased himself with thoughts of their last tryst, and another gentle wave washed over his feet, the wet and

cold touch of lube making him gasp. Kun's steady, sure touch rubbed between Dylan's asscheeks, and he could hear his lover chuckle at his squirming. He knew that the shock was intentional--Kun was usually so considerate about warming lube between his hands before touching--but even his desire to remain rebelliously stoic couldn't keep him from squealing when another large dollop, seemingly colder the last, was pressed against and then into him. He could feel a fingertip slide in with ease, aided by slick lube and the artificial smoothness of a nitrile glove. His protestations turned into whimpers as his lover's fingers worked him with the practiced touch of many years of exploration.

"Please," he whispered, the word falling out of his parted lips before he knew it was in his mouth. There was no verbal response, but he could feel the emptiness left as fingers retreated, the shift of the mattress as Kun repositioned himself, and then the unmistakable firmness that he so longed for. Its thickness both split him open and filled him entirely within the span of a few seconds. Even warmed up with fingers and driven to the edge of madness with teasing, Dylan made a choked noise as his body and mind had, as always, that single instant of feeling unsure if they could take on such a large demand. And then the moment was past and they were together and it was a fullness unlike any he had ever found elsewhere in his life. Kun traced his ungloved hand along Dylan's side and they both lingered there in that singular moment of meeting.

Dylan was the one who broke it, shifting forward onto his elbows and then rocking back, enjoying how empty he felt when pulling away only to be filled once again. His lover took no further prompting, and the sensual touch at his side turned into fingers wrapping around his hip. From then, Kun had full control, pushing and pulling his husband at a firm, steady pace as he thrust himself in a matching rhythm. There was no more languid relishing now, just desire and need and the sounds of flesh on flesh and gasping breath. His lover's thickness seemed to drive deeper into him with each stroke, and he could feel his cock bobbing beneath him, tingling from just the touch of the air around it.

"Come for me," Kun growled, and Dylan shoved a hand underneath himself, grasping and jerking with a frantic need, bearing himself back to try to force his partner still deeper, wanting to be so full and connected that they could never part. His climax hit suddenly and with a force that caused him to bury his face in the mattress to muffle his cry. His muscles clenched as he spurted onto the sheets, gripping Kun's cock with a possessive grip. That seemed to be all the impetus the other man needed to drive over the edge; with a deep growling grunt, he pushed forward hard enough to nearly force Dylan flat against the mattress. Kun shuddered, fingers digging deep into Dylan's flesh, cock giving huge, hot throbs. For a long, perfect moment, they held their tableau, shivering and gasping deep breaths, until, finally, soreness and the chill of receding adrenaline pulled them apart.

Side-by-side on the bed, later, they stared into each other's eyes, Kun running a hand through Dylan's hair. "I like you when you're about to take a trip," he teased softly, lips curled in a loving smile. "You're so responsive and eager."

The biologist felt himself flush slightly. "Well, I know how much I'm going to miss you and I want to remember everything."

"Afraid you'll forget me?" Kun's bright white teeth contrasted with his darker skin.

"Maybe," Dylan said, enjoying the chance to tease back.

The glint in Kun's brown eyes was one Dylan knew well, and one which caused his stomach to twist in excited anticipation. "Well, then, I'll have to make sure you can't possibly forget." The growled promise was accompanied by his lover's hand sliding down once more, grabbing the biologist's now-soft package and holding it tightly. Even in the lull after his body-rocking orgasm, the touch sent

a wave of frustrated pleasure through him as his cock once again strained against the plastic chastity cage it had been locked in for nearly two months. With a shiver and a grin, Dylan turned to walk back to his cabin, biting his lip in lustful frustration. He looked across the ocean, thinking of his mischievous lover and hoping Kun would be kind enough to free him as soon as he returned.