Marcus and Alexander's Perfect Unbroken Bond

If it ain't broke, don't fix it. That was the mantra that drove Marcus's approach to their relationship.

He had found the perfect formula with Alexander: a balance of passion, comfort, and familiarity. And it was working beautifully. They were in Bali, lounging on the beach, watching the sunset over the Indian Ocean. The warm sand felt like silk beneath them as they reclined side by side, their bodies relaxed and at ease. Marcus reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of Alexander's face, his fingers grazing the sharp jawline. "You know, I was thinking," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Why fix what ain't broke?" Alexander raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I think you're just saying that because you're too lazy to try anything new." Marcus chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe a little. But it's working, isn't it?" Alexander leaned in, his lips brushing against Marcus's.

"It's working just fine." As the sun dipped below the horizon, they settled in for a night of lazy pleasure, their bodies entwined and their hearts content. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Indeed. Marcus's hands roamed Alexander's body, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin. He was a masterpiece, a work of art, and Marcus was the artist, creating a masterpiece of pleasure and desire. Alexander's eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing into Marcus's touch.

"You're so good at this," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. Marcus smiled, his lips brushing against Alexander's ear. "I've had a lot of practice." As the night wore on, their passion grew, their love for each other burning brighter with every passing moment. They were two halves of a whole, a perfect fit, and Marcus knew that he would never let Alexander go. In the end, it was simple. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Marcus and Alexander were a perfect pair, a match made in heaven, and they knew that their love would last a lifetime.