“You can stop worrying,” he murmurs. “I’m okay now.”
“Sure you are,” I say dryly.
He grins, but it fades as his gaze drops to my mouth. The air shifts. The sound of the water fills the space where our words should be.
“No. You need sleep more than you need me right now.”
“That’s debatable.”
When he kisses me, it’s not rough. It’s soft. Careful. Like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he pushes too hard.
I let him. Just for a second. Because despite everything, despite how wrong this is, it feels right. His hand slides up to my jaw, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. I taste whiskey and regret. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I open to him.
I’ve missed him. His grounding touch, the feel of his skin. A small moan escapes my throat.
He pushes me against the tile walls. Magnus is only a few inches taller than me, but I feel caged by him. His hands pin mine against the wall.
His tongue traces up my neck, causing my underwear to become tented. “Alaric...” Magnus’s cock presses against my lower stomach. “I can’t believe you came for me.”
Another sloppy, mind-numbing kiss. A hand pulling down my briefs.
“Magnus, you’re drunk.” I try to reason.
His hand passes over me, making me shudder against him despite the warm water. “Yeah, but you’re naked in my shower. And I’m turned on that my sweet boy came to save me. Don’t worry, baby. You can take advantage of me.”
I need to focus, but now his mouth is on my nipple. His tongue toying with the raised bud. My head falls against the tile. “Mags...”
What was I doing again?
A growl vibrates in his chest. “Yeah, keep saying my name.”
Magnus pulls my hips towards his, a finger sliding into my entrance. “Magnus, we can’t—ah!”
My hips start grinding against his without my permission. Fuck, he’s so good at making me fall apart in his hands.
“Turn around. I wanna hear you jack off.” Magnus nips at my earlobe, finger sliding out of me.
I obey, like the horny bastard I am. My hand starts pumping, making lewd wet sounds from the shower.
His hands spread my ass cheeks apart as he gets to his knees.
“Mags, you don’t have to.”
But his skilled tongue is already inside me.
“God, yes.” My forehead presses against the wall, water dripping down my face. “Oh, fuck.”
His large hand cups my balls, squeezing gently. He groans into me, vibrating right down into my bones.
“Magnus, please slow down. I’m going to...fuck. Mags, I’m here to take care of...you.” But every time I try to reason with him, this monster pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
He stands suddenly, wobbling slightly.
I sigh in relief as his hands release me. “Why don’t we actually shower and go to bed?”
But his large hands are pulling at my hips again. He sits on the shower seat and pulls me against him. “I’m too dizzy to fuck you properly, so you’ll have to do the work for me.”
His dick slides between my ass cheeks. “We shouldn’t...”
