Sex on the beach (wtfsnow?)

"Easy." He echoes it softly, the hand at Hobbes's back sliding up, up to cup the back of his neck and tilt his head gently back. "If I'd known you were, this much..." This time when he moves his hips it's more definite, more certain, and the hand at Hobbes's hip starts to move, idle and teasing. He never really had a chance here. It's stupid to even try to convince himself otherwise.

"I will if you will," he murmurs, kissing the base of Hobbes's throat.