There was no doubt in his mind.
When he broke the kiss, the world spun, and Graham found himself chest against the cold stone shower wall, and a big body behind him.
There was a big dick tucked between his cheeks, and all he wanted was to be fucked.
Like they used to.
As he went to speak, his hands were grabbed, and pinned to the shower wall as the other man bit him on the neck.
And his body bucked in pleasure.
Oh, holy shit.
Graham was going to be fucked proper now. He knew that they both had the most amazing sex life together, and it appeared it was back again.
He wanted to celebrate.
“Do you still like it rough?” Michael asked, his mouth whispering and teasing his earlobe.
He whimpered.
“Yes, please.”
Graham was thinking about the dreams he’d had last night, and how in each one, he was a prisoner to this man’s dick.
And he’d been happy.
At his words, Michael stopped thinking, and just went with instinct. He had three years of countless moments in showers and beds with this man.
He would get them both there.
A few times.
Thankfully, the shower would clean them right up after they got dirty.
Because he wanted him, and his erection was painfully throbbing between his legs and Graham’s cheeks, he didn’t waste any time in taking him.
With some soap, he lubed up, and filled his ass.
Graham moaned as he was stretched full as that old familiar feeling happened.
He knew this dick anywhere.
That was for damn sure.
“Oh, fuck!” he whispered, his whole body shaking. It was when he pushed back against D’Artangnan, and he was fully sheathed in him that his own dick throbbed.
“That’s the plan,” Michael whispered, teasing his ear as he kept him pinned to the wall.
His.
Prisoner.
Then, when he had time to adjust to his size, he began moving, taking long, deep strokes that made Graham’s body shake and balls ache.
“I’ve missed this,” Michael admitted, as he took ownership of his ass.
And worked it over.
