Callum's fingers inched towards Charlie's, curling around them into tight fists. Callum kissed Charlie's shoulder as he started to move, cock sliding unhurriedly, leaving Charlie's body with torturous slowness, before sinking in again, just as slow, denying both of them a quick relief.
Soft kisses peppered skin abused by time and sun. There were no words, though. No need to profess love and promise tomorrow. Neither wanted or expected that, but Callum planned to make Charlie crave his release, yearn for it until everything in the world disappeared.
"Let go, Charlie," he whispered into Charlie's ear as he rocked his hips in the otherwise silent tent, moving for what seems hours, steadily bringing them toward the edge.