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that made me smile. It was a lot of things, some
that are hard to explain, but you’re definitely what caused it because you
brought me here.”
    Temaru leaned toward him. “Then that makes me happy.”
    Ian met him in a kiss, Temaru’s lips wet and cool. As he
opened his mouth, he tasted the salt water on Temaru’s lips. He savored the
taste. As Temaru’s tongue moved into Ian’s mouth, it melted away the coolness
left by the water.
    Temaru eased back from the kiss, his eyes staying closed for
a few seconds as if he was also savoring Ian’s taste. He nodded toward the
ladder. “You first.”
    Ian climbed onto the boat and began unbuckling the harness
for his cylinders. Temaru hauled himself on deck and went behind him, helping
him with the cylinders. Once they were off, he unzipped the back of Ian’s suit,
with Ian returning both favors to him.
    Temaru pushed the top of his wetsuit down to hang at his
waist and opened a small chest, pulling out his watch. “We were down there
longer than I thought. It’s after one o’clock.”
    “Is that bad?”
    “No, it’s just I had an appointment this morning to take a
honeymooning couple snorkeling. After we made our date, I pushed them back
until two. I thought that’d leave us enough time to dive and have lunch, but
it’s going to cut things close. I’ll have to cancel with them.”
    Ian moved toward him. “I don’t want you to do that. You’ve
already changed things around enough for me.”
    With Ian having taken the top half of his wetsuit down,
Temaru touched the center of Ian’s chest and drew his fingers down. “But I’d
prefer to spend the afternoon with you.”
    “I’d like that better too, but I don’t want to mess with
your job. We can do dinner instead of lunch.”
    “We could, but,” Temaru laid his hands on Ian’s hips and
brought their bodies together, “then I’d be giving you something else later
than what I already promised.”
    “True, but we’ve got a little time and now that I’ve gone
down with you…” Ian knew he didn’t need to finish the sentence. Temaru didn’t
give him a chance anyway. He claimed Ian’s mouth, the kiss demanding and
hungry.
    Ian’s arms went around him, holding him tight as the kiss
grew in passion. He pressed against Temaru, asking him with his body to step
back toward the bench at the rear of the boat. Understanding what he wanted,
Temaru took a few steps backward until he reached it. He broke the kiss and
turned his back to Ian.
    Ian watched as Temaru pushed the wetsuit off his hips, over
his ass. And that ass was the finest he’d ever seen, the cheeks rounded and
muscled. He noticed Temaru had tan lines, but they were faint, telling him
Temaru must spend time outside nude. That thought alone was enough to make him
ready to come at the lightest touch. Then, Temaru bent forward.
    Ian stared at Temaru’s shaven sac hanging heavy between his
legs. All he could think was how badly he wanted to drop to his knees behind
him, lick and suck the sac and devour the small hole bared to him.
    Ian took a half step forward before he realized it. He
stopped short as Temaru faced him. He’d thought nothing would be able to top
the perfection of Temaru’s ass…and now he saw his cock. It jutted up toward
Temaru’s navel, long, thick, uncut. His own cock ached in response at the sight
of it. He wanted to lick every inch from the slit to the base and tease the
foreskin until Temaru was coming hard in his mouth.
    Temaru stepped close to him and gripped Ian’s wetsuit. He
brought his lips a fraction from touching Ian’s. “I think you’d be more
comfortable without this.”
    Ian nodded, too distracted for words with having Temaru’s
cock within range of his touch. He felt Temaru edging his wetsuit down, but not
even that could stop him from reaching for the hard rod. He brushed his fingers
down the shaft. Temaru’s eyes closed, a low groan rumbled in his throat. Ian
clamped his other hand on Temaru’s hip to