My breath stutters as I stare at him. In answer, I shove my underwear down and open the glass door to step inside. Keno makes room for me under the spray of lukewarm water.
We stand close, within inches. Partly because we don’t have a choice. The space is just that small. I can feel his breath on me through the spray of the water. My eyes trail down between us, running all along his wet body, catching on where his semi-hard dick lays against his thigh.
The absent thought,he has a nice dick,drifts lazily through my mind. I glance at my own and wonder if I have a nice dick.
Realizing what I’m thinking, I shake my head a little. What’s wrong with me? Am I that tired?
I reach for him at the same time he places a hand on my stomach. His fingers move along my abdominals, dip into my navel, trail up to my pecs, and gently flick my nipple. With my hands on his hips, I pull him closer. Just a little. A shuffling of feet until our semis are brushing against each other as we breathe.
His eyes meet mine. The water feels a lot hotter suddenly. Like we’re boiling. We lean in at the same time and our lips press together. It begins as something light. Tired, just like we are. But as our hands move over each other, it transforms into something more sensual.
Deep, licking kisses. Not necessarily leading to sex, but definitely something more intimate than a quick peck. His hands continue to move over me, slowly. Exploring my shape, my muscles, the way my body reacts to him. His touch is hot. I can feel it inside me, stoking the humming fires that burn just for him.
His hands press flat against me, slide up my chest and over my shoulders until he presses the length of his body flush to mine. Keno’s fingers tangle in my hair, making my entire body tingle with pleasure.
When he touches me like that, I try to let him do so without distraction. There are times when Keno is still shy. Still unsure. Waiting for me to tell him I’m not into him. They aren’t words he’s said, but I can see it in the way he looks at me. The nervousness in his eyes. There’s always a quiet question there. ‘Is this okay?’
But now that he’s done exploring, I wrap my arms around him and trace my fingers down his spine. Touching every vertebra straight down to the start of his round, plump ass. I keep my touch light and slow as I drag my fingers over said ass. Keno rocks into me a little, humming into my mouth.
“Are you clean?” I ask.
His eyebrows knit together. “Yeah. You saw my test results.”
At first, I’m not sure what he’s talking about. Then I laugh. Ah.Thosetest results. We received our STI panels last week, and as we suspected, we’re completely clean. For everything. We made sure they ran the full check, even the things that aren’t as commonly tested for as they should be.
I chuckle. “No. I mean, from the shower. Do you still feel sticky?”
“Oh.” He shakes his head. “I’m good.”
“Let’s go to bed.”
He nods and moves toward the glass shower door while I turn off the water. He hands me a towel and we shuffle around each other in the small space. This bathroom isn’t meant for two people to get out of the shower at once. For one, the floor is now soaked. We should have put down another floor mat. And two, the door only opens so far before hitting the sink, which means we have to shimmy a little awkwardly, which almost always leads to laughter.
As tired as we are, Keno cracks a smile when his ass is pressed to the sink while I press between him and the shower door. Maybe just a little unnecessarily close, but whatever.
We dry off a bit sloppily and head into the bedroom, not bothering to put any underwear on. Keno shuts off the bathroom light and we’re plunged into darkness since we hadn’t bothered to turn on the bedroom light.
No matter. We know where the bed is. Together, we climb on, and immediately, our limbs tangle as our mouths meet once again. His arms go around my neck, picking up where we left off.
This time, I trace his front; down his sternum, the center of his abdomen, and dip my finger into his navel. My fingers stop when I brush the crown of his dick. Keno shivers, his hips rocking subtly. Almost reflexively.
I wrap my hand around him, just to feel his girth pulse in my hand. His warmth. The way his dick moves on occasion, almost as if prompting me to do something.
I don’t do any more than hold his dick like a joystick. My thumb is on the head, making little circles.
Our kissing continues for a while before it naturally tapers off and we’re just sharing air. I shift into him, pressing his backa little further into the bed and hooking my leg over his. Keno hums, which I’ve translated to mean he’s content and happy. It makes me smile.
“You going to hold my dick all night?” he asks.
“Yes. In case I fall out of bed, I’ll have a handle to pull me back up.”
He tugs on my hair, and I laugh.
We’re silent for several moments. I’m just about to drift off when he says, “Stop rubbing my head or I’m going to be awake all night.”
Grinning again, I drop my thumb so I’m holding his cock like a bat instead of a joystick. That’s fine. This will work too.
CHAPTER 20
