#bc I love a good vacation fic and I have thots and ideas 🙂‍↕️

[emsprovisions]

Smut week - time and place, if nobody’s asked already!

Ask and ye shall receive 🙂‍↕️

TK slumps over the railing when he’s spent, and Carlos slumps against him, panting, but pressing chaste kisses along TK’s bare skin. TK feels a finger slip past his sensitive rim, and he doesn’t have to ask to know Carlos is trying to keep a part of himself inside TK for just a little longer.

TK turns his face over his shoulder, puckering his lips like all he wants is a sweet little kiss. Carlos leans in, the angle awkward, and the kiss messy, but none of it is any less perfect.

TK loves being married to this man, living this life with him. And he’s also finding that he loves sloppy sex followed by even sloppier kisses on balconies in Italy.

He’s thinking thoughts about getting Carlos laid out on the outdoor chaise later and riding him, when Carlos’s lips slide to his neck.