🌸 Ginger: wild freedom and forest temptation... ☀️🌿 (Patreon)

In a dense summer forest, where sunlight filtered through the treetops and laid warm patches on the soft moss, Ginger and Rob had settled in a clearing. Ginger’s red hair was braided into a neat plait that fell over one shoulder. He wore a loose green hippie-style dress with open shoulders — the light fabric stirred slightly in the gentle breeze. Rob’s guitar lay nearby. They had already been singing old songs for several hours, laughing and passing a bottle of cool water back and forth.

Ginger leaned back on his elbows, looking up at the sky through the leaves, and quietly laughed when Rob hit a wrong chord. Rob set the guitar aside, stretched, and touched his knee.

— You look especially beautiful in that dress today, — Rob said softly.

Ginger turned his head, smiled, and leaned closer. Their lips met — first carefully, then deeper. The kiss grew hotter with every second. Ginger ran his palm over Rob’s chest, feeling him respond in kind.

— I want you… right here, — Ginger whispered, pulling away just a little.

He lifted the hem of his dress, lay back on the soft moss, and slowly spread his legs. The fabric gathered at his waist, revealing the smooth skin of his thighs. Rob paused for a moment, looking at him, then lowered himself between his legs. He ran his hands along the insides of Ginger’s thighs, leaned down, and kissed him again, harder this time.

Rob slowly entered him. Ginger exhaled quietly, tipped his head back, and the braid slipped onto the moss. He wrapped his legs around Rob, pulling him closer. The movements were careful at first, deep, almost unhurried — Rob giving him time to adjust. But very soon the rhythm grew more confident. Each thrust drew soft, sweet sounds from Ginger. He clung to Rob’s shoulders, pressed closer, feeling everything inside stretch and fill with heat.

— More… don’t stop, — Ginger breathed, looking into his eyes.

Rob quickened. The dress rode up even higher. Sunlit patches slid across their bodies. Ginger arched to meet every movement, his breathing growing ragged. They moved together, tightly, almost without breaking the kisses. Moisture, warmth, heavy breathing — everything mixed. Rob held him by the hips, pushing deeper, and Ginger could barely hold back his voice.

A few minutes later Ginger gently pushed him away and sat up. He sank to his knees right in front of Rob, ran his hands over his thighs, and took him into his mouth. His lips closed around him, his tongue sliding along the full length. Rob groaned quietly, threading his fingers into Ginger’s red hair without undoing the braid. Ginger moved slowly at first, then more confidently, taking him deeper, sometimes releasing almost to the tip only to take him fully again. Saliva glistened on his lips. He looked up from below, and there was so much desire in that gaze that Rob could barely hold on.

— Ginger… I’m about to…

Ginger didn’t pull away. He continued until Rob arched and spilled heavily right into his mouth — abundantly, hotly, in pulses. Ginger took everything, swallowed without pulling off, until the last drops were gone. Then he slowly released him and licked his lips.

At the same moment his own body clenched. He came without touching himself, simply from the sensations and from what had just happened. The spurts landed on the moss and the edge of the dress. He stayed on his knees, breathing hard, with a light smile.

Rob sank down beside him, embraced him, and pulled him close. They lay silently in the clearing, listening to the birds and the rustle of leaves. Ginger’s dress was still disheveled, the braid mussed, but both of them looked completely satisfied.

— That was… perfect, — Rob said quietly, kissing his temple.

Ginger only nodded, pressing his cheek to Rob’s chest, and closed his eyes. The sun continued to warm them through the canopy, and the forest kept their secret.