Gonna fly this boat to the moon somehow

He came out of the sea, water sluicing from a black, white and slate pelt. The slick coat stuck like a glove to the dire man's body, emphasizing every muscle, every curve. The sunset shifted in color from bright golds to crimson, casting a red and purple glow over the beach, the yacht and the pale side of the bisected brute. Chimera gave his coat a shake, ridding it of excess water. After that, he set flame to the standard beach bonfire with the help of a few quick tools that he kept in a case near the pit. Once the flames were blazing happily, the man made his way up the gangplank and onto the yacht.

One brow lifted as he noticed that he wouldn't be alone this night. Erystotle lay there waiting for him. Had the pale man known that he would be here? Chimera hadn't sent word to let anyone know of his absence other than Aliana. He didn't mind seeing the man here in the slightest and moved onto the vessel and towards the horned brute. "Erystotle," he greeted in his trademark low rumble. They were lovers now so there was no need to be timid or deal with pleasantries. Chimera closed the distance between them and slid his cheek along that of the pearlescent man, his tongue flicking across the edge of Erys' lip.

Chimera lay curled on his side on the deck of the ship rather than the furs. He would dry soon enough, but he didn't want to get everything soaked. The giant's gaze rested on Erys' mercuric orbs as his paw reached out to settle upon one smaller appendage. "Just felt like getting away for a night?"

"Chimera & Erystotle"