It was well past noon before the boys finally crawled out of the water.
They sprawled out naked on the warm stone, their bodies slick and shining, letting the sunlight dry them as the last of the mist evaporated from their skin.
Oberyn trailed his fingers up and down Ezra's broad chest, tracing along the defined lines of his muscles as his hands tempted further downward.
Ezra groaned, laughing. "We will never make it to the cave if you start touching me like that again."
Oberyn grinned, not the least bit sorry. "Fiiiine," he relented with an exaggerated sigh. "We won't go for another round... IF you promise me something."
Ezra raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on one elbow. "Oh yeah? What's that, little man?"
Oberyn flushed at the pet name, biting his lower lip. "Suck and bite my neck tonight," he said, voice just above a whisper. "I want you to leave marks."
