As Matt pulled Andy into his embrace, it felt inexplicably right. Like they were two pieces of a puzzle fitting together seamlessly. Andy’s skin was slick and warm against his own, and Matt relished the sensation of their bodies pressing together.
“Let go,” Andy protested, struggling against Matt’s hold. “I’m not ready yet.”
Matt chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied smoothly.
Andy glared up at him, his face flushed, not just from the heat of the water but from something far more intense.“Your cock is massive,” he blurted out, eyes wide with genuine concern. “I need to really loosen up.”
Matt’s grin turned wicked as his hand slid down to cup Andy’s ass. His fingers traced a path along the sensitive skin before slipping between his cheeks. He inserted a finger with deliberate slowness, feeling the muscle give way with surprising ease.
Andy jumped at the intrusion, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as he shuddered under Matt’s touch, unable to suppress a moan. The reaction was involuntary but unmistakable—Andy liked it.
“You seem pretty loose to me,” Matt observed, his voice low and teasing.
“Don’t do that!” Andy’s voice was a mix of indignation and pleasure as he tried to push Matt’s hand away. But Matt, determined to have his way, thrust his finger deeper, a brazen invasion that made Andy’s body jerk with surprise.
Quivering, Andy tried to wrest control from the overwhelming sensations. He huffed, pushing at Matt’s broad chest. “Leave,” he half demanded, half pleaded, breathless. “Just wait in the bedroom.”
“Not a chance,” Matt growled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I’ll stay right here. I’m enjoying this view far too much. Seeing you like this turns me on.”
Andy’s cheeks burned at the implication, but his body betrayed him, longing for more. Matt’s finger worked its magic, eliciting shudders and sighs, until Andy found himself leaning into Matt’s touch despite his best efforts to resist.
A chuckle rumbled through Matt’s chest. “Adorable,” he murmured.
Teasing was an art form, and Matt was an artist when it came to pleasure. With every caress, Matt could feel Andy’s resistance melting away. His fingers slid over skin made slick by theshower, exploring, teasing. He added another finger, thrusting slowly, intent on driving Andy wild.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Andy’s ear.
Andy writhed against him, and the sight before him nothing short of mesmerizing—Andy’s skin glistening with water, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson, eyes half-lidded with desire and frustration. His lips parted in a silent plea as his body arched toward Matt’s touch.
Unable to resist, Matt leaned in and captured Andy’s lips in a hungry kiss. Andy whimpered into his mouth, begging for reprieve between ragged breaths.
“Stop… teasing me,” he cried out. “Please?”
The word please sent a hot thrill down Matt’s spine, yet he refused to relent. Instead, he deepened his fingers’ intrusion yet again, feeling the tight heat envelop them. Andy’s cock, glistening with droplets of water, stood proud and erect, trembling in the air and pulsing with every beat of his heart. The sight pleased Matt tremendously.
Andy let out a strangled moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he arched his back. “Fuck…” he breathed, his hips thrusting subtly against Matt’s hand.
Encouraged, Matt pressed his fingers, taking pleasure in the tightness as Andy’s inner walls clenched around his digits. Andy cried out, whimpering, and Matt bent his head, capturing Andy’s lips with his own. Andy responded avidly, his tongue tangling with Matt’s as their mouths moved in sync. Matt thrust his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently, searching for that spot that would send Andy over the edge. The combination of their slick, delicious kisses and the relentless teasing of Andy’s prostate had the younger man quivering on the precipice.
Andy’s cock twitched violently, like a trigger about to be pulled. “Please, Matt,” he whimpered brokenly. “It’s too much…”
Far from stopping, Matt quickened the pace of his fingers, curling them in just the right way to hit Andy’s sweet spot over and over. Andy convulsed as if struck by lightning, his back bowing as he cried out hoarsely. His release splattered between them, hot and abundant, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
“Fuck…” Andy gasped, his voice thick with disbelief and awe. “What… what did you just do to me?”
Matt chuckled, low and husky, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. “That, darling pup,” he purred, “is what happens when you let yourself go. Now you’re ready.”
Gently but firmly, Matt scooped Andy up and carried him out of the shower. He marveled at how utterly spent yet incredibly beautiful Andy looked—his body slick with water and sweat, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
Andy’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Matt’s gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and lingering defiance. And that was exactly how Matt wanted him—raw and exposed yet still fighting back.
Matt shifted Andy’s weight effortlessly as he carried him from the steamy embrace of the bathroom into the cooler expanse of the bedroom. The king-sized bed, a monolith of comfort, seemed to welcome them, its sheets crisp and inviting. He laid Andy down gently, his eyes tracing the contours of his body with the meticulous appreciation of an artist admiring a masterpiece.
Andy was a sight to behold—naked and glistening, his skin adorned with water droplets that caught the light like tinydiamonds. His chest rose and fell with each breath, a rhythm Matt found himself wanting to synchronize with.
Andy caught Matt’s gaze, and with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, he snapped, “Stop staring at me like you’re planning your next meal.”
Matt couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rich and warm. “Oh, but I am,” he retorted smoothly. “You’re a feast for the eyes—and trust me, I’m starving.”
