The tent felt so hot. He could feel his body was flush with desire, unable to part from Ray for even a moment. To think that minutes ago they were bickering about a campfire was impossible. All that existed was Ray beneath him, his hand on his cock, the tongue in his mouth. Surely this was all there was because it was all that mattered. His single focus.

Another heady moan escaped him as he shivered, that thumb was barely touching him, but he was so sensitive that it was driving him crazy. "Raymond." He breathed, pulling back from the kiss just enough to look at him. It was like he felt a thought trying to break through the steamy haze, but it just couldn't come.

Instead, he slid one leg along the length of his, body pressing downward as though he were trying to get impossibly closer. "Hot." A soft pant. It was unclear what in particular he meant. Could have been Ray, the tent, his body. Everything.