"Stephen, if you think I'm giving up our sex life at sixty, you're sadly mistaken," he said, tugging at his lover's earlobe gently with his teeth. "And you wouldn't push me off of the desk to go back to work. Mainly because you love me more than the parchments, I look incredible naked and I probably wouldn't put out for at least two days."
He followed Stephen over to the poolside beds, the pool looking almost more tempting than Stephen. He unbuttoned his jeans instead, eyes on Stephen and all that bare skin once he'd opened his robe. "Fuck... Do you even realise how hot you are?" he asked, pulling his jeans down over his hips and down his legs, stepping out of them.
He didn't hesitate to pull Stephen close, kissing him hard. "Very acceptable. Top marks, in fact," he murmured between kisses, hands roaming over Stephen's skin, wanting to touch everywhere.