There's barely any after-sun left. Erik desperately squeezes the tube but only the merest dribble runs out.
"Oh fuck." Erik hisses. He catches sight of his pink, scaly body in the mirror and sighs in frustration.
"You won't need any sun cream, Erik." Erik bitterly mocks Lennard's voice from just yesterday. "It's not even that sunny."
He slams the tube into the bin and waddles out of the bathroom, idly picking a strip of white skin and peeling it away from his arm. He retreats to the bedroom and stands next to the bed, looking at the sleeping Lennard with a cocktail of love and anger burning in his stomach.
"Fuck you."
Lennard stirs, sits up.
"What?"
"Look at me!"
Lennard's jaw drops open as his eyes flicker over Erik's sun-damaged and peeling form.
"I am in agony you utter bastard."
Lennard just smirks and opens up the bed sheets; he's naked, like Erik, who miserably climbs back into bed and into Lennard's arms.
"Look at me." He repeats softly. "I'm a monster. A scaly, peeling monster." He freezes as Lennard's tongue grazes over his newly roughened cheek.
"I think you look fucking sexy."
Erik goes to pull away but Lennard tightens his grip. Their bodies collide as Lennard grinds his soft skin into Erik's tender and rough form.
"L-Lennard?"
Lennard pecks at his lips but diverts his attention to a strip of skin peeling from Erik's neck. Erik closes his eyes as Lennard takes the end of it between his teeth and pulls it away fluidly.
"Maybe I lied about you not needing sun cream." Lennard moans, guiding Erik's sore hands to his already hard cock. "Maybe I have some fucked up fetish when it comes to peeling."
"It hurts so much." Erik whines. "Make it better, Lennard."
Erik's breath hitches as Lennard tears another piece of skin from his body and sucks it into his mouth, relishing the salty taste and running his tongue over the scales before swallowing it.
"That's fucked up." Erik frowns - but shamefully, it's getting him hard too. He continues to wank Lennard off while he strips him of skin and licks his tender red flesh.
Lennard moves to straddle Erik, leaning over and rubbing at his torso so flakes of skin peel away in clouds. Erik shrieks in pain.
"Lennard! There's no after-sun – and I'm in enough pain as it is."
"I can fix that." Lennard's voice is hoarse. He moves onto Erik's stomach and starts furiously rubbing his dick over Erik's chest. Within seconds, he covers Erik in come.
"Oh God." Erik clenches the sheets between his fingers as Lennard rubs the hot come onto Erik's pinkened flesh. Erik moans as it starts to cool, caressing his own shaft. He's close already.
"Did... did you burn your cock?" Lennard whispers, slipping down to check. Erik blushes, remembering the naked sunbathing of yesterday noon. He moans as he feels Lennard's tongue ridding his dick of loose skin and soothing the burning flesh. He feels Lennard's mouth enveloping his head and comes instantly. When he's done, Lennard collapses next to him on the bed.
"That... was... disgusting." Erik mutters in shame. Lennard reaches over, peels a long strip of skin from Erik's hip and twists it around his fingers with a smile.
"We're not leaving this bed until you're healed, you know."
Erik watches as his lover lowers the skin into his mouth and slowly chews before whispering: "I know."
