[When the man's mouth takes the lobe of his ear in its heat, Baptiste's body shudders in his hands. A groaned plea. He tilts his head to allow for the man's mouth to have unhampered access to the span of his neck. Met with the warmth of the other's affections, Baptiste hums the man's praise. A breathy 'good man-' is left to the space between them.

With each step Basch takes towards what would soon become their grotto, Baptiste is eager to lay his claim. Shifting from being doted on to rewarding the mate holding him. As they clear shelter, the kisses he has pressed into Basch's neck have shifted to an act of reverence: his mouth working flesh to leave a reminder of his claim. Baptiste sucks just below Basch's jaw - teasing the skin to a darkened red. He rolls his tongue over it, panting breaths giving the new mark a cool caress.

His own cock aches as he shifts against the man to find a new spot to lavish with attention. Yet before he makes another mark, he speaks into the man's skin.]

I want you to breed me. [Blue eyes flicker to observe their new surroundings. Yet the warm colors of damp, overhead rock and the sifting sounds of the waves fizzling to the edge of the grotto are lost on him. The only thing registering in his mind is the heat of their skin and his own building desire.] I want to fuck you. I want you until we're both worn and tangled... Until we've had every ounce-

[Until they could nest. Curled in and so thoroughly spent that not another mate could have either of them.]