Off naemi's prompt: morning sex
He arches his back and moans, the sizzling rush of water pounding his skin, hands gripping his hips, holding him steady as the sweet, rich madness of orgasm barrels down on him. Words echo in his ears (love you, love you so much) and he cries out, wet soft lips warm mouth sucking him, pushing him up, up into the light, endless light, brilliant pulsing in time with his slamming heartbeat and and and...
Even as it fades, Casey reaches out for it, trying desperately to catch hold, drag it back, stay in that light forever, but it's gone, gone... gone, leaving him gasping and cold in the rising dawn, the sound of the California surf sighing softly through the window, and his arms tremble as they close around the space where once a lover lay warm in his arms.
Part 35 of High Contrast