Wow.
Large doesn’t quite cover it. Muscular, toned,broad, those impossibly wide shoulders I’ve had countless fantasies about on full display.
And so much of him is covered in thin black lines. I feel cold remembering how he got them, darkness being injected into his veins.
Even though they were caused by something horrific… they’re dauntingly beautiful. Patterns of varying thickness, sharp, spiked designs, like an abstract painting of cobwebs inked across caramel skin.
When his thumbs slip under the elastic of his boxers, my brain restarts. I jump down from the sink and rush to him, hand landing on his.
“Easy there, big boy,” I say with a nervous trill. He stills, staring down at me. I swallow. “You can keep those on.”
He doesn’t move, so I assume that’s understood.
Nodding to myself, I head for the shower, turn it on, and let it run a few seconds before testing the water with my fingers.
“Do you want me to wait outside while—”
I turn around, and stop. Staring.
Naked Ezekial.
Fullynaked Ezekial.
My eyes cannot be blamed for the immediate and involuntary descent to the extremely erect and extremely large penis now just… there.
Before I can process how much of a pervert I’m being, Ezekial is moving, closing the distance in long, purposeful strides until he’s towering over me.
I’m in shock, again. At the closeness. At his penis being right there. And hard.
He reaches behind me, and something tugs. I blink, still frozen.
Another tug, more insistent, and I realise he’s pulling on my hood. “Oh. You want this?”
He gives the barest shake of his head. Then tugs again, harder.
“Hey.” I frown, stepping back until the spray from the shower catches my hair.
Ezekial lifts a hand, points to my hoodie, the floor, then nods to the falling water. He steps closer.
If I move back again, I’ll be soaked, and he knows it.
“Ze, I don’t need a shower.” The nickname slips out, and his gaze darkens. “I’m not the one covered in blood.”
He comes closer, but I lift my chin, crossing my arms and fixing him with my sternest glare. If he thinks I’m getting into that shower with him, he can—
“Please.”
Even with all the darkness threading through him, he tries to soften his voice. It comes out rough, gritty, but still… a plea.
Oh, this issounfair—
He gently tugs my hood again. His gaze is dark, bottomless, but somehow more open.
He wants me in there with him. I mean… he has already seen me naked. We’ve already been much more intimate.
Is it really such a big deal?
He must read something in my face, because the next thing I know, my hoodie is being pulled off and I’m naked again. His arm curls around my waist, carrying me into the shower with him.
