In the Shower
I woke up to the smell of him still on me.
My chest was stuck to his back with a thin sheen of sweat, cum, and sleep. Somehow, I realized I was spooning him.
He seemed more than comfortable pushed into me. His perfect butt nestled against my sleeping cock, one arm under his neck and another draped across his belly. I heard him snoozing peacefully.
I fell asleep.
My cock twitched as I stirred, still half-hard from whatever dream I was having. He wasn’t there anymore, but the bed was still warm. I lifted my head and caught the sound of running water.
The bathroom was angled so I could just see the glow from the light, but not the shower itself. Steam rolled into the hallway, curling through the air like a trail.
I got up slowly, cock already swelling as I walked toward the bathroom. The door was open.
He stood in the shower with his back to me, water rolling down the length of his body. His arms were braced against the wall, head tilted forward under the stream. His blonde hair was flattened and dark, clinging to the nape of his neck. But it was his ass that held me. Round, wet, tight. A work of art sculpted for sin.
Maybe I was being creepy, but I stood and watched him for a few extra seconds. This wasn’t a sight I woke up to every day. You don’t just wake up and find a guy like him naked in your shower.
As the water splashed around him, he seemed to enjoy the hot, steamy spray.
I stepped in behind him without a word.
He didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.
I pressed my chest to his back and slid my hands over his stomach. He was already hard. I wrapped a hand around his cock while kissing the back of his neck, letting the water drench both of us. His body shivered at the contact.
He turned his head slightly, eyes meeting mine just for a second. Then he spoke.
"Morning, handsome."
My cock throbbed at the words.
I backed him against the cold tiles, kissed him hard, and reached down to spread his cheeks. The water made everything slick. I didn’t even reach for the lube. I used spit. I slid a wet finger between his cheeks and found him already open, still relaxed from the night before.
I teased him with my fingers, circling his hole slowly, letting the heat of the water mix with the heat radiating off his skin. He was relaxed and ready, his breath catching just slightly as I slid one finger in, then another. He pushed back into my hand, needy already.
His ass clenched around my fingers in that familiar rhythm. Tight, but yielding. Like he wanted more. Like he knew exactly how this morning was going to go.
I leaned in and kissed the side of his face.
"You feel incredible," I whispered.
He turned his head and kissed me back, slow and deep, our tongues intertwining. I felt him grind against me, his cock hard and leaking between us.
"Let me ride you," he said again, voice quieter now. Thicker.
I smiled. "Wait."
Gently, I turned him around and pushed him against the wall. With both hands, I spread his butt cheeks.
I dropped to my knees and kissed each cheek. He moaned, knowing what was coming. Water ran down his back, streaking across both cheeks and especially down the crack I'd pried wide open. That perfect pink hole looked so tasty. I couldn’t wait, and neither could he.
My face buried between his cheeks as my tongue slowly pushed through and licked his hole.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, water flooding my face. I moved away, took a breath, and dove in again, pressing my tongue slowly into the opening.
"Oh fuck," he gasped, water garbling his words.
I pushed in deeper, then came up for air, took another breath, and slid my tongue in again. I fucked him with it. Something I hadn’t done in a very long time.
He tasted clean. Sweet.
With the firmest cheeks I’d ever held, I massaged them while I went in once more. My tongue worked his hole with long, slow strokes, nose pressed close.
"Oh my God," he said, louder now.
I stood up and pushed my cock between his cheeks, turning his face toward me. Those blue eyes locked onto mine, wide with desperation.
I kissed him. He was starving for my tongue, my mouth, my whole body pressed against his.
"Please," he whispered, voice ragged above the sound of the shower.
I grabbed the lube from the shelf, poured some into my hand, then slid it around his hole.
"Mmmmm."
I tossed the lube to the floor and wrapped one arm around his chest while the other guided my cock between his cheeks and toward that sweet spot.
The head hovered, building pressure.
He relaxed, and I felt that beautiful give as it started to slide in, perfectly aligned.
As the head pushed through, he gasped. "Oh fuck."
I took it as a yes and continued.
He moaned louder as I went deeper. I turned his face again and kissed him.
"Oh... please... fuck me..."
I almost laughed. What did he think I was doing? But I realized he needed to say it.
"I'm all yours," I said instead.
Still under the water, I turned him toward the shower corner and pressed him hard against the tiles, building a rhythm.
"Oh God!" he cried out.
I drove all the way in. He gasped. I held it there for a few seconds while kissing him, then pulled out nearly to the tip. Just when he thought I was leaving him empty, I circled my hips, then sank back in, even deeper.
"Fuck," he hissed.
So I did. I fucked him hard, pinned against the corner of my shower as he moaned, my cock buried inside him.
We kept going, but the water began to cool. I slowed, then pulled out.
I turned him around and pressed against him, kissing him deeply. He responded just as passionately.
Facing me now, I backed him up against the opposite wall. He climbed me like he’d done it before. Arms around my neck, he lowered himself onto my cock with a moan that nearly buckled my knees.
He was hot. Tight. Unbelievably tight, given the night before and what we'd just done.
He took his time, inch by inch, until I was fully inside him. His arms clung to me like he never wanted to let go, and I steadied his thighs in my grip. My cock throbbed inside him, and he clenched around it with a control that made me ache.
He started to move. Slow grinds at first. Water splashing around us, his skin slick and glowing. My mouth found his neck and shoulder, biting gently as he began to ride.
His ass bounced on me in a slow rhythm that picked up pace. Every motion sent heat through both of us. My hands dug into his ass, guiding him up and down, again and again.
He rode me like he owned me. Like this was all his idea.
I groaned, kissing him again, tongues tangled. His cock rubbed against my stomach, slippery and leaking precum. He was going to cum without a single touch.
"You're going to make me cum," I growled into his ear.
"Do it. I want to feel it."
That was all I needed. I fucked up into him as he rode, both of us grunting, panting, lost in it. My cock pulsed once, then again, and I came hard, deep inside him.
He moaned and threw his head back as his cock twitched between us. He came too, spurting across my chest and stomach in thick, hot bursts. His whole body trembled.
We held each other, water washing over us. His breathing slowed, and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"We really need to stop doing this in places without soft landings," I said.
He laughed. "Shut up. You loved it."
I kissed him again and let the water rinse us off. He grabbed the shampoo and started washing my hair, fingers gently massaging my scalp.
We didn’t say much after that.
When we stepped out, I wrapped him in a towel and kissed the top of his head. He leaned into it, eyes closed for a second longer than he needed to.
I walked to the bedroom, still naked, and went through to the kitchen. I put coffee on, opened the fridge, and took stock.
As the coffee began to brew, he came out, partially dressed, looking around like he wasn’t sure if he should be seen.
"You live alone?" he asked.
I nodded. "Coffee or tea?"
The smell of coffee filled the kitchen. He licked his lips.
I smiled. "Coffee it is."
"I'm making scrambled eggs. Avocado. Want some?"
He watched me crack eggs into a bowl.
"You're going to make me breakfast?" he asked, incredulous.
"Yep. Only condition is you help me, and we both do it naked. We eat naked. Those are the rules."
The corners of his mouth twitched, then he grinned.
"You're insane," he said.
"And you're fucking adorable. So here's the deal. I’m going to make you breakfast so good, so unforgettable, that next time you're horny, you’ll text me without thinking, come over, fuck me in bed, let me watch you shower, and we’ll do it all over again. And yeah, the breakfast is free. But only if you earn it."
He studied me. "What's the catch?"
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