Wriothesley /Against the rock. Then off the ground(13 image)

Wriothesley is bathing under a waterfall out in the wild, water running down his chest and waist. A darker-skinned, heavier faceless top comes in from behind, pins him to the wet rock, pulls the cloth aside, and presses in slowly, all the way — then starts fucking him right there in the spray.

He’s lifted clean off the water, legs hooked in the crooks of the other man’s arms, bounced on it. Wriothesley hangs on, shaking, panting, barely able to get a word out, and he’s only set back down after he’s been filled.