"I doubt that," he murmured, smelling the sun and salt on Jim's skin. Felt so good, the warmth of the island all around them. "You're just used to me."

Another thrust up. Fuck, he could feel Jim's ass grinding on him, so one hand reached down his stomach and began pulling at his jeans, opening them. "Glad you wanna be here, though," he spoke into Jim's mouth, pulling on his bottom lip as he tugged his pants down.