“You’re in a mood,” Knox observed, squeezing carefully.
“I need it hard,” Jesse panted.He let his head fall back to Knox’s shoulder, his chest heaving with his breathing.“Please, babe.”
“How?”One arm wrapped around Jesse’s chest, the other hand gripping his dick, Knox turned his head to look into his lover’s eyes.“How to do you want it?”
Jesse blinked away the water that had beaded on his lashes.“Fuck me, and jack me off.”
“Hard?”Knox asked.“Fast?”
Jesse nodded.
Knox tightened his fist around Jesse’s dick, slowly, carefully.“Mean?”
The light in Jesse’s eyes gave the answer before he spoke.“A little.”His throat bobbed when he swallowed.“Not too much.”
“All right.”Planting a soft kiss on Jesse’s cheek, Knox eased his hands away.“Put your hands on the wall.”
Jesse complied, and Knox reached for the lube.“Do you want a condom?”
Hands braced, head hanging between his shoulders, Jesse shook his head, sending water flying.“Uh-uh.I want to feel you.”
“Spread your legs,” Knox ordered and uncapped the lube.Standing back out of the spray, he poured some into his hand.“Wider.”
Jesse obeyed, leaning forward slightly so his ass jutted out, his balls swinging between his thighs.Another time, Knox might have gotten on his knees and played with them a little—sucking, nibbling, batting at them like a kitten with a string, just to hear Jesse laugh and curse and laugh again.But Jesse was shifting his weight restlessly from foot to foot, his urgency clear.So Knox slathered lube on the hard length of his dick and stepped forward.
Jesse rose on his toes and stuck his ass out further, firmly muscled cheeks spreading so the pucker of his asshole came into view.With the ease of their years together, Knox guided himself into place, Jesse exhaled, and with a long, slow push, Knox was buried to the balls.
“Fuck,” Jesse groaned, his hands fisting on the tile.His ass fluttered and spasmed around Knox’s dick, the process of adjustment familiar.Knox gave him a moment, then with a hand still slick with lube, reached around to grasp Jesse’s dick.
Jesse had said he wanted it fast and hard with a little mean, and that’s what he was going to get.
“Brace yourself,” was all the warning Knox gave.
He fucked without mercy, stroked without compassion.The lube was made to hold up in water, but the force of the spray would eventually wash it away, so Knox considered it a race—to get both of them off before the shower forced him to reapply.The sounds of good, hard sex filled the small space, Jesse’s cries and Knox’s grunts mingling with the slap of flesh on flesh.
Knox felt Jesse’s cock tighten in his fist, those first pulses of release throb through.Bending his knees for leverage, he fucked harder, faster and, desperate to gain that last little bit to shove them both over the edge, sank his teeth into Jesse’s shoulder.
Jesse’s shout bounced off the tile, his ass spasming and his dick jerking in Knox’s hand.He shook, trembling almost violently, and Knox slapped a hand on his belly to hold him still.Once, twice, three times more he plunged deep, then the blazing heat and blistering pleasure was his, too, and he emptied himself into Jesse’s willing body.
After, when they could stand upright, they washed each other in silence that felt like a warm blanket, quiet and comforting.They exchanged soft kisses, gentle touches, as after the frenzy of their lovemaking they both wanted the soft and gentle again.
They took their time until finally, dressed in what Jesse called their comfy, at-home clothes, they went downstairs to heat up dinner.
“The good thing about fried food,” Jesse decided after sampling a warmed-up chicken strip, “is that you can reheat it in the air fryer and it’s just as good.”
“I’m forced to agree,” Knox said, biting into an onion ring.“But I feel guilty that there are no vegetables on this table.”
“Coleslaw is a vegetable,” Jesse pointed out.“It’s several vegetables.”
“I suppose technically that’s true,” Knox conceded.“But I think the presence of that much mayo negates any benefit.”
“A veg is a veg,” Jesse insisted and forked up a mouthful.
Knox smiled.“And does the lemon meringue pie you got for dessert count as a fruit?”
“Absolutely.”
“You’re feeling better,” Knox observed.
