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Oh, You're All I Taste, At Night, Inside Of My Mouth

"The tree is still up."

It was a clear, peaceful night.

Edge and Lance were up in the tree in Lance's back yard. It was a beautiful tree, strong and private when it had leaves. The spring night was comfortable, and they sat up in the tree.

Lance was perched on a branch, back against the sturdy trunk. Edge straddled his hips. Their lips met in a long, hungry kiss. Whenever one seemed even slightly as though they'd pull away, the other chased their lips, kissing harder. Their hands traveled, Edge's hands in Lance's soft blond hair, Lance massaging the ginger's back.

Their lips wandered over each other's bodies, warm and soft against bare skin. They picked at each other's clothes, massaging each other and earning quiet, content moans.

Their lips would eventually find each other again, and they'd pull each other closer, tongues waltzing lazily between them.

Lance's mother knew they were out there, but she didn't mind. She knew her son had found his soul mate.