Sun-kissed

Cow-t 10. M2. NSFW.
Parole: 601.
Prompt: Meltem.
Fandom: Voltron.
So, Lance was dreaming probably. They were on vacation so Shiro took him on a holiday’s planet with a beautiful ocean and the most perfect sun. Everyday he woke up on the breeze coming from the sea trhought the open window of their room. Everynight he falled alseep nested in Shiro’s strong arms after they made love in a sweet and intese way.
They had always been thirsty for each other but with their jobs and missions coming in unpredicteble they had to put a stop to their libido. Here they were free to spend the whole day in bed if they wanted; and they did, more than once.
Shiro was also different, he was less all-mighty capitain and more a lewd boyfriend whose didn’t give a shit if they were in public.
Lance loved every second of it.
Like in the late afternoon when Shiro took him for a swim in the piece o sea in front of their bungalow, he rented a whole island just for the two of them.
The mood changed when Shiro pulled him toward the shore, then lay him down on the sandy beach, half in, half out of the water and kissed him, like in that hold movie from Earth. He covered Lance’s body with his own, supporting his weight on his hands. He kissed him deeply, caressing all parts of his sun-kissed skin were he could reach. Lance’s hands came up around Shiro’s neck and pulled him as close as could. Shiro shifted his weight onto his arms, and tangled Lance’s hair in his hands, holding him still for his kisses. Shiro rocked them, the water lapping at their waists.
After a while one hand travelled down.
The black paladin get his palm around Lance’s erection and pumped a few times. His boyfriend moaned as he rapidly approached the climax, they had been messing aroun the whole day, no wonder he was so fast. The moment his finger brushed the head, Lance gasped, and he’s coming all over Shiro’s fingers.
The black paladin is not in a better condition: his erection hung thick and heavy between his legs, stretching the fabric of his swimsuit.
Lance flipped them and Shiro groaned, and then he was already sliding down his muscolar body, already fumbling and tugging at wet boxers. Heavy, swollen balls were hanging below the gorgeous cock, all of it nestled within a luxuriant nest of thick, curly dark hair. Lance ran his tongue through that hair, then around the base of Shiro’s cock, the pulse so close against his tongue, only that thin layer separating them. He swallowed the long shaft as far as he could covering the rest with his hand. When Shiro moans grown closer as he was going to come soon he swallowed far as he could, forcing his throath to relax. Shiro arched spilling down his throat with a wail a minute later, back bowing high off the sand and thighs quivering. As he recovered, Lance slowly kisses his way back to kiss him on the lips, making him taste himself on his tongue.
Afterward they sat together, their bodies still partially entwined. Shiro had Lance sitting between his legs. He was relaxed and happy; he dropped his head on his shoulder. To ask for another kiss and Shiro commplied.
Their relationship nedded this time to grown, since it was always squeezed between their busy schedule, damned to come second after their duties, but it was all far away inthis precious moment, while the sun slowly disappeared into the water.