That explains the headlock... you're definitely gonna have to tell me more, though.

[ eiden says between one kiss and the next, arms still wrapped around him as he rises up on tiptoe to give as good as he's getting. beowulf indeed has hit the kissing goldmine because eiden can't get enough of it.

he parts lips easily with a him, tongue sliding against beowulf's, hardly shy about seeking purchase in the other man's mouth, tasting the heat of him. if anything, being tongue-fucked is like a dream, his body breaking out in a slight shiver in delight. he moans, sensitive and happy to indulge in a morning like this.

the heat of the shower rolls in and eiden feels it sliding over his skin, hands petting slowly down beowulf's broad frame, along his sides to rest at his hips, thumbs stroking lazily. his voice is soft and wet when he parts for a moment: ]

Alright, big shot... [ with a nip to his lower lip, eyes meeting again. ] Get in the water.