Here's a little smut and fluff. ^^ Enjoy!

„Yazoo. Yazoo." The happy voice came from above. He could finally focus on his partner's face, with not little effort. Still floating in the aftermath of his mind-blowing orgasm, he felt easy and wasn't ready for any sensible conversation. He caught sight of a sperm-covered face, topped with Cloud's tounge licking off the seed from his fingers.

The blond panted out the words with some difficulties. „May I… may I… cum in… in… you?"

„Yesss, baby." He sighed immediately with a satisfied smile. „Fill me up! Cummm… I feel empty… cum and fill me up!"

Cloud could have sweared he saw those emerald eyes glowing up. Now that he received the permission, he grabbed Yazoo's legs behind the knees, and pushed both legs up, while at the same time he lent back to see the most of their merging bodies. Having his mission successfully completed, he didn't have to hold himself back anymore, and after a few powerful thrusts he felt the bliss taking over his body. Yazoo watched with a smirk how that beautiful, semen-covered face got contorted, as if in pain. The sweat dribbled in his eyes, but that was not the reason he clenched his lids. Yazoo could see Cloud's palate while the young man yelled out, his head flewing back with every deep thrust that sent his load into Yazoo's canal. In the final seconds, he looked down to drink in the last moments he could spend in this wonderful body.

Then very slowly, trying to regain his senses, he bent forward, withdrawing from the silver boy's body. Thinking was a hard task while leaning on the metallic cover next to Yazoo's head. He tried to focus on his aquamarine eyes, uncontrollable blond flocks dancing around his features. Yazoo cupped his face and pulled it down to give him a long, deep kiss as an award for his accomplishments. Being grateful to gain some more time to pull himself together, Cloud responsed the kiss, his tounge adulating the other's. Getting rid of the pressure in his balls, he was the shy and modest guy like before.

Despite their wish to stay like this and keep holding each other, both of them knew that their time was running short. Yazoo whispered in his partner's ears.

„In a few weeks the ship is going to return, we'll have an overnight here. Wanna see me then?"

„Yeah." He mumbled against the milky skin of his neck, smearing some drops of cum on it with his cheeks. „Very much so. If you don't mind."

So much bashfullness was already annoying. Yazoo turned ironic.

„I do, that's why I am asking. Let's exchange phone numbers. I will send you a message before arrival just to make sure you keep your ass away from the port."

Cloud chuckled.

„Good. Let me have your number."

With a motivation like this it was easier to get up and collect belongings. After he dressed up, Yazoo noticed that Cloud was still fiddling about his cellphone, with a smile on his face that couldn't be hidden, despite his lame attempts. The blond youth didn't bother either to put on his shirt and waistcoat, nor to gather his gloves, he just sat there daydreaming, leaving everything to Yazoo. The barwaiter dressed him up, put the gloves in front of him on the seat, even pushed his sated cock back in his pants. At this final touch Cloud showed some signs of apprehension, as if awakening.

„Yes, what is it?" Yazoo enquired, seeing the grin sent towards him.

„What would you like to spend that overnight with, when the ship comes back?"

He almost rolled his eyes. This kid must also have emptied his braincells with his seed.

„How about we'll have a posh dinner." Yazoo started to fancy. „Exchanging shy glances above the plates, drive somewhere in the silver moonlight, holding hands romantically while listening to crickets, and then you collect some fireflies for me, telling me local fairy tales? Or did you mean it seriously?"

„Why, there are some fireflies around here."

„Screw your flies, Cloud! Next time I won't leave you as a virgin behind, before returning to the ship! How about that?"

„You mean…" There again, those irresistable doll eyes, but this time their doubting glance annoyed the shit out of Yazoo.

„I mean I am going to fuck your virgin ass, stupid! Under the silver moonlight, romantically tearing your hair, on top of dying lighting bugs. But forget about the crickets, you won't be able to hear them above your own screams!"

Cloud chuckled again, and seemed to be happy and excited about these prospects.

Meanwhile Yazoo cleared off the last traces of cum from his temporary lover's face and neck. They were tidied up again, ready to drive back. Only the emptied jar of lip-balm was left behind.

TBC.