“Mmm, we were in the middle of something, in case you forgot.”
“Why don’t we take a shower together, see what mischief we can get into in there?”
“Excellent plan.”
I turned on the faucet, and we undressed while thewater slowly turned warm. The shower was small, but we made it fit. It wasn’t exactly a problem to be pressed together, and the hot water rained down on us as we kissed again and again.
My hands wandered over Charles’s slippery skin, mapping every curve and angle. He was perfection, all lean muscle and subtle strength and those gorgeous freckles, his body responding beautifully to my touch. I kissed along his neck as the steam rose around us, then made my way down.
Charles tipped his head back against the tile, a low moan escaping his lips as I nipped at his pulse point. “Eamon…”
The sound of my name on his lips, breathless and wanting, made my cock throb. I slid my hand down his stomach, fingers teasing through the trail of hair leading to my prize. When I wrapped my hand around his hardening length, Charles gasped, his hips canting forward into my grip.
I stroked him slowly, relearning the weight and shape of him against my palm. He was fully hard again, the silken skin hot and pulsing with need. The temptation to keep going was strong, but I had something else in mind, something that had been on my wish list since the moment I’d seen him.
“Turn around for me.” I let go of his cock and nudged his shoulder. “Show me that perfect arse of yours.”
He flushed pink but did it anyway, sticking it out a bit as he leaned his hands against the wall. “Yeah, you like it?”
Did I like it? I fecking loved it. Without hesitation, I sank to my knees on the tile floor. “Spread those legs, love, and let me feast on you.”
Charles complied eagerly, spreading his legs wider and bracing his hands against the slick tile wall. I had never seen a more inviting sight. His perfect, round ass was on fulldisplay, the muscles flexing as he shifted his stance. I groaned in appreciation, my hands coming up to knead the firm globes.
I spread his cheeks, revealing the tight pink furl of his entrance. He was perfection, all smooth skin and taut muscle, just begging to be tasted. I leaned in, inhaling the scent of him, my mouth watering in anticipation.
“Fuck, Charles, you’re gorgeous,” I breathed, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along the curve of his cheeks. I nipped lightly at his skin before soothing the sting with my tongue. Slowly, teasingly, I worked my way inward, trailing my lips along the crease of his arse. Charles was trembling now, his breath coming in short, needy pants.
When I finally reached my goal and licked a long stripe over his entrance, Charles let out a ragged moan, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. I spread him wider, my thumbs digging into the supple flesh of his cheeks as I lapped at him, savoring the musky taste. He was exquisite like this, laid bare for my pleasure, his body trembling under the onslaught of sensation.
I swiped my tongue over his hole again, a slow, firm lick from perineum to tailbone. Charles jolted as if electrified, a choked moan echoing off the tile walls. I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his puckered hole, my beard rasping against the sensitive skin and making him shudder. My tongue circled the furled muscle, teasing, coaxing, until he relaxed enough for me to push inside. The tight heat of him was intoxicating, and I groaned against his flesh as I fucked into him with shallow thrusts.
“Fuck, Eamon, yes…” Charles pushed back against my face, seeking more. His voice was wrecked, desperate, and it spurred me on. I pointed my tongue and delved deeper, my lips sealed around his rim as I ate him out like a starving man at a feast.
I lost myself in the act of pleasuring him, reveling in every twitch and moan I coaxed from his lips. My jaw ached and my knees protested the hard tile, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was Charles’s pleasure, the desperate sounds spilling from his mouth as I worked him over with lips and tongue.
His thighs trembled against my palms, his fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick tile. “I love hearing the sounds you make, love,” I murmured, nipping at the tender skin. “So desperate for my mouth, my tongue.”
Charles whimpered, arching his back to offer himself up further. I dove back in, licking and sucking at his hole until he was writhing against the wall. When I slipped a finger in alongside my tongue and pressed on his prostate, he cried out sharply, his muscles clenching down.
I wrapped my hand around his straining erection, stroking him in time with the thrusts of my tongue and the movements of my finger. It was a tad uncoordinated at times, but his litany of whimpers and moans and grunts and sighs spurred me on.
Then he cried out sharply, his hips bucking into my fist as his orgasm overtook him. His hole clenched around my tongue as ropes of his release painted the shower wall. He shuddered and spasmed, my name a broken plea on his lips.
I gentled him through the aftershocks, lapping softly at his fluttering hole until he whimpered from oversensitivity. Only then did I pull away, pressing a final reverent kiss to his tailbone before rising to my feet on unsteady legs.
Charles turned and slumped against the wall, his chest heaving and his eyes glazed with blissed-out satisfaction. Ipulled him into my arms, relishing the boneless way he melted against me, all sated and pliant.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he mumbled.
“Nah, my love, it’s your arse that’s heaven.”
We rinsed off, quickly washed, then did a half-ass job of toweling off. My own erection was still unsatisfied, and Charles noticed. “Let me take care of that,” he said, but when he reached for me, I stopped him.
“I’m good.”
He frowned. “But you didn’t come.”
“I know, but it’s okay. Watching you come was reward enough.”
