It started in the greenhouse him noticing my bulge while the air was already thick with heat and green light. One look turned into him on his knees, slow and sloppy, until the morning sun demanded we move.

I pulled my boxer briefs over his face, blocking the sharp light. The heat trapped between us carried my scent straight to him, thick, inescapable.

He breathed it in like it was air itself.

Then he let me in, deep and unrelenting, while the sun burned down on the railing we built together. Rough, hungry, and completely locked in, we greeted the day.