Ian fucked him rough and angry and sad and resigned as tears fell from his eyes for Alek to catch with his tongue, but it wasn’t enough so Alek arched up to taste them from his cheeks, and it still wasn’t enough, so Alek opened his mouth and tangled their tongues in a kiss that tasted like salt and the end of everything and it still wasn’t enough. Ian could paint Alek’s insides with come and drown him in an ocean of tears and slit their palms in a blood bond, and none of it would ever be enough.
