The water was already running when Haru stepped into the bathroom. Steam fogged up the mirror and filled the air with that warm, humid scent that turned him on.
He closed the door behind him without a word and leaned against it for a moment. Through the frosted glass shower door, he could make out Kaito’s silhouette under the water, his back turned, head lowered.
At nineteen, it still felt forbidden for Haru to look at him like this.
Haru undressed in silence. He took off his shirt, let his pants drop from his hips, and pulled down his damp underwear. His cock hung semi-erect, wet and glistening with traces of cum. He stepped into the shower without asking.
Kaito didn’t turn when he heard him come in, but spoke in a low voice:
“Close the glass door. I don’t want the heat to escape.”
Haru obeyed. When he looked up, Kaito had already turned around. Water streamed down his flat chest, tense shoulders, smooth stomach. His cock was hard, pointing upward with a soft but obvious curve. He didn’t say anything else. He just looked him in the eyes.
Haru swallowed.
He stepped forward until the hot water hit the back of his neck. They stood face to face, bodies inches apart. At twenty, Kaito no longer held back when he wanted something. He raised a wet hand and stroked Haru’s cheek with slow fingers. Haru closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Can I kiss you now?” Kaito asked.
“Yes.”
The first kiss was wet, clumsy, filled with steam. Soft lips, shared breath. Their mouths met without force, but with hunger. Haru gasped into the kiss, and Kaito slid his tongue in with patience, invading him slowly, without pause.
Kaito’s hands moved down Haru’s back until they reached his ass. He squeezed one cheek firmly, and Haru shivered. He spread his legs slightly. Kaito’s erection brushed clearly against his abdomen.
“I’m going to lick you,” Kaito said, lowering his voice.
Haru didn’t respond. He just leaned against the wet wall, forehead touching the tiles.
Kaito knelt under the water. He did it naturally, like that spot had always been his. He held Haru by the hips and began kissing his thighs—first one, then the other. Water slid over his pale skin. His pubic hair was red, like his own, and his cock hung thick and firm, the skin shiny and tight. About fifteen centimeters, but its girth made it look even bigger. Kaito wrapped his hand around it, feeling the weight, and kissed the base before licking slowly up the full length.
When Kaito looked up, his tongue gently licked the tip, removing the lingering drops.
Haru’s cock hardened fully again. Kaito grabbed it by the base and opened his mouth to take half of it in. He sucked slowly, letting his tongue circle the swollen circumference.
“Ah… fuck,” Haru murmured, forehead pressed against the tiles, muscles tight.
Kaito kept going. He settled into a steady rhythm, moving in and out while letting his lips stretch around him with every motion. Everything was soaked. Haru moaned softly, his muscles trembling. His fingers found Kaito’s wet hair and held on, without pushing.
He felt the tongue playing with his swollen tip, the lips wrapped tightly around the thickest part of his cock, and the contrast of hot mouth and wet skin lighting up every nerve. Kaito sucked steadily, fingers wrapped around the thick base, gently squeezing Haru’s balls, feeling their weight.
His hands massaged Haru’s ass, spreading him slightly. Then, without stopping, Kaito let go with one hand and slowly moved lower toward his entrance. His middle finger, wet with water and saliva, touched Haru’s hole gently.
Haru tensed immediately. It was still uncharted territory for him, and that first touch sent a quick jolt of heat through his abdomen.
Kaito noticed and didn’t push further right away. He drew small circles around the opening, letting the pressure slowly turn into a more direct caress. Haru pressed his forehead hard against the tiles, teeth clenched.
“Relax…” Kaito murmured, his mouth still clinging to Haru’s hot cock.
Haru nodded in silence. He inhaled, his chest tight. The finger began to slide in—slow as a promise. The pressure was gentle, wet, warm. It hurt a little, but it was a strange kind of pain, tangled with a new, dizzying sensation that sent goosebumps all over his skin.
Kaito pushed in only to the first knuckle. He pulled back just a few millimeters, then pressed in deeper with a firmer touch. His mouth never stopped. Haru was caught between two stimuli: the warm suction and the slow invasion of that finger now pressing a spot inside him he hadn’t known existed.
“Ah…” Haru breathed, trembling.
Kaito held it there, gently pressing from within. His tongue slid over the tip, and each pull of his mouth stole the breath from Haru’s lungs.
Haru moaned. His body rocked instinctively. His balls brushed against Kaito’s chin with each thrust.
“If you keep going, I’m gonna come again…” Haru warned, voice shaking.
Kaito didn’t stop.
He took him deep once more, drinking everything he gave. Haru let out a muffled moan, trembled all over, and came hard into his throat. Kaito took it all, not pulling back until Haru’s body had stopped convulsing.
He rose slowly, breath heavy. The taste still filled his mouth—thick, salty, unforgettable. A drop of white clung to the corner of his lips. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. He didn’t seem bothered. On the contrary, his eyes were half-lidded, and his cock was still hard, curving upward, tight with need.
Haru turned to him, face wet, eyes still foggy.
Kaito wrapped his arms around him. He kissed his neck, his shoulder, his chest.
Then he held him from behind, skin still trembling, and whispered in his ear:
“Now I want you to come to my room.”
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