The children playing on the beach have already gone home to eat dinner. A beach in the distance is decorated with firelight to prepare for the town's music festival in the evening. The two people hanging out on the beach did not go over to join in the fun but only walked around in this quiet part of the world.
Marcus bent down and picked up a shell on the beach after the tide had gone out. He cupped it in his hand, looked at it for a while, and slowly opened his mouth and asked Ethan, 'You said that shop owner and his lover have lived here for over ten years?'
'Well, they said that they also lived in the big city before, their families disapproved of their affairs, so they simply moved here together, it's quite nice here, the life is simple the scenery is also good, and it doesn't exclude them.'
'I also think this place is quite good,' Marcus hooked up the corners of his lips and smiled; his eyes fell on the faraway sea level haloed in the ultimate splendor of the sunset afterglow, for a long time can not move away from the eyes,' if you can always live here seems to be quite good too.'
Ethan shook his head, 'Forget it; you and I aren't the kind of people who crave comfort; life here is too boring for us.'
Marcus glanced at him in amusement, 'It's not like I'm saying I want to be with you, and don't you forget we're going to have to dissolve this inexplicable relationship sooner or later.'
Ethan was choked up and couldn't speak for a moment. What he had just said to Marcus had a similar connotation of confessions. Marcus was too heartless to say he would break up the relationship sooner or later.
'Hey, we just got married, can't you say something sweet?'
Ethan spoke with a narrow smile in his eyes, looking straight at Marcus. Marcus looked back at him, silent for a moment, a hand on his shoulder, his body leaned forward slightly, Ethan's line of sight shifted downward, once again fell on top of his lips that were almost pressed in front of his face, that feeling of wanting to ravage them with force returned, knowing that Marcus's current action was a joke. Knowing that MarcMarcus's Action was a joke, he was still thinking about how he would react if he kissed him, and then, he was ready to do it.
But this time, he was still interrupted.
Not far away, the innkeeper walked towards them, smiling and waving at them. He was accompanied by another tall and robust man, who should be the lover he was talking about.
Because of this interruption, Marcus had already backed away. Et.an had no choice but to greet the overly enthusiastic who approached them. Th. They introduced them to his side, wit and smile, and pointed to where the crowd was gathering in front of them: '' You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you? Go over there, th. The concert's about to start, the rand e's food and wine.'
Ethan winked at Marcus, 'Going?'
Marcus shrugged indifferently as a yes, and they followed the two innkeepers towards the beach where the concert was being held.
The town here has only three dozen families, a few hundred people; this kind of summer music festival is held annually for several days of revelry. Whether men and women, young and old, get together to sing, dance, drink, and laugh, it is the most lively event every summer here.
The owner of the shop pulled Ethan and Marcus over and introduced them to people, and once the people heard that they had just got married and were coming for their honeymoon, they all sincerely expressed their congratulations. Ethan smiled from ear to ear and Marcus. However, he didn't like to be so high-profile. He could only smile and thank the townspeople individually for their warmth and hospitality, except for his grandparents and Ethan's friends. It was the first time so many strangers had blessed their marriage, which made him a little happy.
Ethan leaned into Marcus's ear and smiled lowly,' See; I told you we were made for each other, even. Everyone says we're perfect for each other.'
Marcus shoved the freshly poured wine into his hand, signaling him to drink something and shut up.
Ethan laughed merrily, shaking the beer from the glass in his hand, and said, 'I always thought that expensive dudes like you only drank that top-quality red wine.'
Marcus had already taken half of the wine into his mouth, the corners glistening seductively, and said slowly, 'You don't come from a big family, so why do you have to be prejudiced against me.'
Ethan knocked his chin; this thisstion is really a bit interesting, hi; his ends around him, rich people's sons and young masters are numerous, but only Marcus will give him the feeling of unattainable and unapproachable, also because of this from the past, he has not had a lot of good feelings towards Marcus, now although he has already changed his opinion a lot, sometimes subconsciously he still feels that he is the type of high mountain Although he had changed his opinion a lot, sometimes he still subconsciously felt he was a kind of high mountain flower type of nobleman, which could be seen from afar but could not be desecrated, but nowadays, he would often have the impulse to break down this high mountain flower and desecrate him, which proved that he was indeed a person who was arrogant enough and had a strong desire for conquest.
Ethan laughed and said nothing, clinking glasses with him, draining his glass, and pouring a second.
It got dark very quickly after the sun went down, but the people on the beach were getting increasingly crowded. The band that was invited from somewhere was singing with passion, and the people gathered together and danced to the joyful music, twisting their bodies and singing with passion and exuberance; the owner of the inn and his family were sticking together, smiling freely and sweetly, and Ethan felt envious, and he inclined his head to look at the person beside him, Marcus was still looking at him with the same unenthusiastic attitude. Marcus still has the same salty look; the corner of his mouth has a smile, but it is not apparent, and he has no intention to participate in it, just as if the hustle and bustle of this place have nothing to do with him at all.
Ethan had some regrets. After a glance around, he was thinking of simply going to get something to eat, but Marc Marcus's arm suddenly pulled him . The background music had changed. On a temporary stage, the bearded lead singer of the band closed his eyes and sang a deep and low love song. The people still bouncing around frantically just now stopped and embraced each other in twos and threes to slow down their dance steps.
Ethan turned his head a little surprised when Marcus put his hands on his shoulders and leaned in, 'Dance.'
The accident was just a moment. Et.an smiled and wrapped his arms around Marcus's waist in a corner where no one noticed. Under the night, they moved their feet slowly to the unknown singer's hoarse voice, not caring about the so-called dance steps but just the pleasure of the moment. In a moment, it seemed that only the two of them were left in the whole world.
Forehead to forehead, Ethan saw Marcus's deep eyes take on a mesmerized gaze and laughed lowly, 'Marcus, it's just a few beers, ar. Are you drunk again?'
His breath lingered in front of him as he spoke, giving Marcus the illusion that they were kissing, shaking his head lightly, saying, 'No, not drunk.'
Ethan's hands hugged him a little tighter, almost body to body, because they were out on holiday and wearing formal clothes. Then, Marcus's white shirt outlined his seductive waistline. Et.an couldn't move his hands anymore when he put them on it. 'Yo. You look like you're drunk to me, wh. Why would you be doing what you're doing right now?'
Marcus raised an eyebrow, 'What kind of things?'
'Like right now,' Ethan's voice held an ambiguous smirk, and the palm of his hand that was pressed against the back of his waist rubbed teasingly up and down his back, not a light force, but one that screamed out a palpitating wariness,' It's a rare thing when you don't push me away.'
Because of their similar height and proximity, the lower half of their bodies were almost pressed together, rubbing if anything as they swayed their bodies. Ma.cus could feel the other man reacting and smiled back, 'Do what you've always wanted to do.'
'You're deliberately tempting me.'
Pronouncing the sentence in a hushed voice, Ethan led him around in a circle to where the lighting was even dimmer, using his own body to block any possible view behind him, and this time, he didn't give anyone another chance to interrupt as he pressed forward and bit Marcus hard on the lips.
Unlike the check-in when so many pairs of eyes watched to do it for others to see, this time Ethan closed his eyes. He didn't look at Marcus's expression, only savoring the taste between these lips, from nibbling to grinding, the tip of his tongue sweeping in, hooking his hard to intertwine and sucking, not letting go of any part of his mouth.
Ethan's kiss is too aggressive, but Marcus is very cooperative and responds to the intense intertwining of lips and tongue involved in the ambiguous lewd sound and was inspired by the sound of music.
Until the body was mobilized to the point of pain, Ethan reluctantly let go of those two lips and opened his eyes. Marcus's eyes contained the same love/lust as his wit, with a few disorientation points; Ethan's fingers rubbed on the corners of his lips, wiping off the silver threads on his mute voice: 'Marcus, you are wonderful.'
Marcus blinked like him, 'Let's go back.'
'Good.'
Without saying hello to anyone else, the two of them made their way back to the inn without a word, and as soon as they walked through the door, they didn't even have time to switch on the lights before they embraced each other again.
No longer needing to avoid the sight of outsiders, the two intertwined men tore at each other's clothes so fiercely that they soon collapsed on the bed together, naked, with Ethan squeezing Marcus's shoulders and lowering his head to his ear, 'Marcus, it's not because of anyone else this time, is it?'
Marcus lifted his leg and rubbed it lightly against the side of his waist, 'Don't mention someone somehow. When you get in bed do what you need to do.'
Ethan chuckled and nipped his earlobe, 'Why are you so enthusiastic today?'
'If you don't want to do it, change me... hmmm...'
The words were already slammed into his body before he could finish them, the last word turning into an almost inaudible moan/groan.
Ethan clasped his hand and leaned down/bent over to bite his lips, beginning a fierce physical rush.