Pleasure pulsed through him like lightning crackling over the humid, summer night sky. The man captured his mouth in a breathy, sloppy kiss while his hands gripped Caelan’s narrow hips. He kept the blond firmly atop his waist as he surrendered to the storm brewing inside him. Dusty filled Caelan with his sticky juices after releasing his load deep within him. Caelan groaned loudly against Dusty’s lips. His muscles contracted rhythmically to milk every last drop from the man.<br/><br/>Caelan rested with most of his body weight on Dusty’s thighs and waist. They were still joined by all intents and purposes, his member fully sheathed by Caelan’s body. The air inside the cabin hung heavy with humidity and the stench of man sweat and sex. He carded a hand through his hair to push his locks back from his forehead. They would definitely need to bathe after the storm passed.<br/><br/>Caelan chuckled, shaking his head at Dusty’s confession. “I’m glad.” He had gotten a little desperate towards the end, but both men ended up experiencing Heaven. “I think I did, too.”<br/><br/>While Dusty longed for food, Caelan longed for sleep. Dusty maneuvered his body and brought the skillet cobbler down to them. He waved the fork away as it was offered to him and instead fit himself into the crook of Dusty’s arm. Caelan wasn’t normally one to cuddle after sex, but the bed was too far away and he would take whatever makeshift pillow he could find. “You come by in three weeks and I’ll have some starters for you to plant in the bayou. You can make cobbler and moonshine whenever you’d like. Maybe use some for bait." Caelan yawned. “I heard deer like strawberries.”