Paul poured shampoo into Adam’s cupped palm and stood there while Adam massaged it into his hair, rubbing his fingers over the scalp, the motion soothing and sensual. “You have a lovely touch,” Paul said with a sigh. He closed his eyes and let Adam take care of him, rinsing out the shampoo before grabbing the body wash bottle from the shower rack and pouring a generous amount into his hand. Adam soaped up Paul’s chest, spreading the silky lather over his body.
“Hope you’re doing a thorough job,” Paul joked, his voice sounding hoarse to his own ears, thick with desire.
Adam chuckled and turned Paul, pushing him against the tiles. Paul braced himself, arms locked, and pushed out a low moan when Adam slid a soapy finger between his cheeks. “Oh,I’m doing a very thorough job,” Adam confirmed, moving it gently in and out. “When I’m done, you’ll be clean everywhere.” With his left hand he soaped Paul’s arse, kneading the flesh, before reaching lower to cup his balls. Adam brought his lips to Paul’s ear. “Want to share my bed tonight?” His breath tickled. He withdrew his hands to bring them around to the front, fingers sliding along Paul’s slippery cock that was poking up toward his navel.
Paul rolled his head back to rest it against Adam’s shoulder. “Are we gonna finish what we’ve started?” he asked breathlessly. As if he didn’t know the answer, when Adam’s dick was hot and hard, pushing insistently, rubbing between his arse cheeks. Paul was spending more nights in Adam’s bed than his own of late, but he had no complaints about that.
Adam chuckled into his ear. “Most definitely.” He pulled back. “Now that I’ve got your engine all revved up, I’ll see you in there.” He stepped from behind the screen and felt for a towel. “Don’t be too long,” he admonished, cupping his prominent erection through the thin layer covering it. Adam exited the bathroom, whistling.
Paul had never finished off a shower so quickly in his life.
Once he was dry, which included a swift brush of a towel over his head, he walked into Adam’s bedroom. Adam lay in the centre of the bed, leisurely stroking his dick.
“My, that was fast.” Adam was smirking, the sod.
Paul climbed onto the bed. “D’you blame me? I mean, look what was waiting for me.” He was looking, all right. Adam hadn’t shaved, and his five o’clock shadow gave him a rough, almost dangerous appearance.
“Do I take it I look good?”
Paul laughed. “I’d describe you as hot. Sexy as fuck.” He crawled up Adam’s body, letting his heavy cock drag over Adam’s.
Adam grinned. “Someone’s wanting.” He beckoned with his finger. “Come here and kiss me.”
That was one instruction Paul never tired of hearing or obeying.
He straddled Adam’s waist and bent down to kiss him, letting Adam take control, his hands cupping Paul’s face. Adam took his time, exploring Paul at a languid pace, letting the intensity of the kiss build until Paul was feeding low moans into Adam’s mouth.
Adam broke the kiss and grabbing hold of Paul at the waist and hip, he rolled him onto his back. Adam lay on his side, his hard length searing Paul’s hip. “Did you enjoy our shopping trip last weekend?”
What the hell?
“Uh, yes.” Paul peered up at Adam from the pillow, frowning.
“You seemed to enjoy being in control,” Adam added with a smirk.
Paul was relieved to feel slightly more familiar ground beneath his feet. “Yeah, well, it made a change,” he said with a snicker.
“Why don’t we continue in that vein?” Adam suggested.
A fluttering in Paul’s stomach. “I don’t understand.”
Adam smiled, reached for Paul’s cheek and leaned over to kiss him on the lips. “I’m saying, for tonight, why don’t you be the one in control?” He rolled onto his back. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”
Paul stared. “What… I…” He widened his eyes. “You mean… I get to do anything I want with you?”
Oh… wow.
Adam grinned. “Now you’re getting it.”
“I’m in charge?” Paul’s dick jerked. Part of him definitely liked that idea. “And I can do anything?” He wanted to make sure he’d got that part right.
“Anything,” Adam confirmed.
It was Paul’s turn to grin. “Does that mean I get to use the cuffs in the bedside cabinet?”
“Oh, God, youaregetting it.” Adam laughed. “Yes, Paul. If you want to cuff me, go ahead. I meant it: I’m all yours.”
Paul had ideas that wentwaybeyond bondage. “Do… does this mean I can fuck you?” he asked quietly. Another jerk of his cock, a shiny bead of pre-cum at the head.
