Ephram inhaled somewhat raggedly at Nero's hands on his bare chest. He traced his tongue over Nero's collarbone and down his chest, circling a nipple while the hand on Nero's trousers was finally able to reach inside to the warmth and hardness there. The vibration of his soft satisfied moan almost didn't carry over the ever-present sounds of sea permeating even this small room.

A quick shove and Nero's trousers joined his shirt on the floor in a heap of fabric. "Exquisite," Ephram murmured and straightened to kiss Nero's mouth again.