"I don't think that's a good idea, babe." Demarco was not even halfway in, and Jack's hole was constricted so tight around his shaft, that he was a little concerned about circulation.
"I am. Now, here we go... one... two... three!"
Demarco did not move forward, but Jack thrust himself back and, suddenly, Demarco was all in. Jack's rim clamped down on the base of his cock like a vice. And it felt...amazing.
Jack's eyes were closed, his face contorted to a grimace of red, his forehead wet—with sweat, not water.
Demarco held him in a bear hug from behind. His hand slid down to find Jack's cock wilted, a mere fragment of what it had been moments before.
He pulled out.
"Wait. I didn't say the word," Jack said, turning to face him.
"You didn't have to. I know better. I should have stopped it earlier. I don't ever want to see your face like that again. I don't ever want to hurt you that way, Jack. I love—"
He stopped speaking.
Jack eyed him, mock-suspiciously. "You were saying?"
Demarco was dumbfounded. The words had come from his mouth involuntarily... he'd had no idea he was going to say them before they had just slipped past his tongue and over his lips.
Jack spoke again, "Hmm... now, who looks like they had an eighteen-wheeler drive up their hoo-ha?"
Demarco didn't hear Jack's jest. He was flummoxed. "I... I don't... I didn't..."
"You don't have to say it, D. I can wait... but I do love you. I felt it the first time I saw you. I just had to get to know you to confirm."
He heard Jack this time, and he kissed him. "I need some time," he whispered into Jack's mouth. "It's all... a little much."
"I get it," Jack said, wrapping his arms around Demarco's neck and pulling him close. "A little bit at a time."
"Yeah... yeah."
"Like your fist in my ass."
"That was not my fist."
Demarco reached down between Jack's legs and found that he was getting hard again.
"I need you in me like before," Demarco said. "For real."
Jack grinned through puffs of steam. "Yes, sir."
They switched places. Jack opened another condom, used some lube, and quickly he was pressing into Demarco who was bracing himself on the shower walls.
But Jack didn't give him the fast, bestial pounding he was expecting from before. Instead, he slid his cock in slowly, easing Demarco open with titillating ecstasy. He reached around Demarco's chest, lifting him a little and using his slippery hands on Demarco's nipples, tweaking.
Demarco sighed, relaxing into Jack's hold. Jack inched deeper, dropping his right hand to Demarco's cock. He began stroking it as hot water splashed on his back.
"Oh, yes," Demarco said as Jack began a slow, robotic grind, opposite the stroke of his hand. "You do both and I won't last."
Jack maintained the rhythm, lifting Demarco further up and whispering into his ear: "It's OK, baby... we have all day. If you need to let loose, you let loose. I'm just happy to be here."
Their breathing elevated, rapid wisps in the mist. Jack increased pace without altering his movement, only pressing his hand firmer into Demarco's groin, forcing him backward, and himself deeper.
Demarco whimpered.
"That's it," Jack said. "Just... let... loose. Give it all to me."
