[He wondered if he and Steve were going to mate way out in the ocean tangled together with only the magic of his race allowing Steve to breathe. It seemed fitting after what they had done on the shore. Somehow he and Steve managed to share both their worlds with each other, and he wanted it no other way.
His finger carefully pressed deeper, twisting like a corkscrew in an attempt to get Steve to loosen up around him and his excitement was by now confusing and painful in the sheathe where he was safest. He forced himself to relax, and his own erection emerged from the topmost slit, brushing against Steve's even as he kept their hips protectively close.]
I like being warm. Like when I used to lay on the beach in the afternoon sun. Have you done that before?
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His finger carefully pressed deeper, twisting like a corkscrew in an attempt to get Steve to loosen up around him and his excitement was by now confusing and painful in the sheathe where he was safest. He forced himself to relax, and his own erection emerged from the topmost slit, brushing against Steve's even as he kept their hips protectively close.]
I like being warm. Like when I used to lay on the beach in the afternoon sun. Have you done that before?