“We should go home, you'll catch a cold eventually and I'll have a hard time explaining why you got wet," whispered Johan.
"Ah, but we'll just have to say that we were studying botany," Aloys replied playfully, thrusting the sailor onto his back and sitting down beside him.
He ran his fingers over the nicely extended chest of his lover.
“Botanics ? repeated Johan, raising an eyebrow, half curious, half skeptical. Is that what we call libertine antics between noble people in this country ?
Aloys bit his lip, then swallowed hard before responding, mutinous.
“Well ...” Aloys touched Johan’s cock and stroked his purses, in a deceptively indifferent way. “ You must know, captain, that "testicles", for example, is a word whose Greek root is "orchis", which also gave the name to the orchid flowers which one can undoubtedly recognize a similarity in form with the aforementioned "orchis".”
Johan stifled a laugh and pulled Aloys above him, his two hands reaching for him around the waist. It was so great to see this shy young man give free rein to his carelessness!