I press my lips to the top of his head and feel his lips curl.
“Morning,” I say.
His arms tighten. “Hi,” he whispers. I can hear the bashfulness in his tone.
Gently, I push him back a bit so I can see into his face, which means I need to slide down slightly. He’s a tall man. If I had to take a guess, he’s roughly a foot taller than me. But as I line myself up with him eye to eye, I realize a lot of that height is in his legs.
His dick, hard as fuck, is pressed almost exactly to mine. Which is equally hard. Then again, I think I might have slid down a little more than I intended to make that happen. Felton breathes in and it’s shivery. No doubt feeling the same heat that I am right now.
“How did you sleep?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood a little. I don’t want him to feel pressured.
“I haven’t slept that good in a long time,” he tells me. “You held me all night.”
I swear, I hear wonder in his voice. Disbelief.
Sighing, I press my mouth to his. “Of course, I did. I really love how you fit against me.”
Felton shivers. “Me too, Ren.”
“Want to take a shower with me?”
Heat flares in his eyes and he nods. If I have to take a guess, he doesn’t have an issue with sex questions and telling me what he wants there. Based on our previous conversations regarding sex, it’s the one area of his life he’s confident in. The one place his father hasn’t made him feel like shit.
I’m thankful because this isn’t an area where I can just make decisions for him. Not until we’re much further along in our relationship and create boundaries.
Pressing my mouth to his again, I throw the covers off and slide to the edge of the bed, pulling him with me. He’s all smiles this morning, which makes me grin.
“Teeth,” I tell him as we step into the bathroom, and I flick on the water. While it heats, I join him at the sinks to brush mine. Then we’re stripping from our bottoms and tossing them aside to step into the water together.
Asking him to take a shower with me wasn’t a direct sex question, but neither of us are naïve. We’re hard as fuck, attracted to each other, and I think maybe we’re both ready for a little bit of touch.
Maybe.
I truly attempt to wash us first. With the bar of soap in hand, I spread it along his torso as his hands feather over my arms and back. We step closer, far too close to wash properly, but finally close enough that our dicks can touch.
Kind of. Like this, he’s all legs and definitely taller than me.
Reaching up, I grip his hair and pull his mouth down to mine. It’s awkward as we kiss and try to arrange ourselves so we can still rub our cocks together. We end up with his legs spread, the outside edges pressed against the shortest sides of the shower, which brings him closer to my height.
It’s the perfect height to jerk ourselves while keeping our cocks rubbing. Poking. Touching. Soap makes the movements slick, while the water running over our faces makes our kisses sloppy and wet.
I step in closer, so close that my hand is alongside his as we jerk ourselves. His cock is big. So big. I’m slightly mesmerized to see it hard next to mine. To feel his hand move over it. To feel it against my skin when our hands fall out of sync.
“Are you always a bottom?” I ask, breathless.
Felton groans. “Yeah, but mostly because most of the men I get together with end up being intimidated by my size.”
“But you’d like to top?” I ask.
He shrugs and nods. “Maybe sometimes? I do love bottoming. That’s definitely not a lie.”
I grin, scraping my teeth along his jaw. “I’ve seen how much you like to bottom, Fel.”
He shivers, turning his face into my cheek, and nods. “I can’t believe you saw me like that.” He grunts, his hips rolling forward. “I can’t believe you made that happen. For me.”
“I think there are a lot of things I’d do for you, qin ài de.”
“That’s a different word, right?” he asks breathlessly. “What’s it mean?”
