Big Boy Fucking, Laughter, and Love Bites

He's the big, hairy top with a filthy grin and a warm heart...his boyfriend, all nerves and sass, begging to be wrecked but laughing through every beat. In a bedroom that's chaos after midnight, hands and mouths find every inch of skin, and every scar is kissed, claimed, and adored. They trade banter and bite marks, flipping from laughter to rough, hungry fucking...hard enough to rattle the headboard and loud enough for the neighbours to know both their names. Every filthy word is wrapped in love, every growl matched with gentle hands. After, when they're tangled together, sweaty and blissed-out, there's only softness: fingers in chest hair, quiet praise, the simple wonder of being wanted for every part, every inch, every wild, beautiful mess.