I thrust harder, faster, using the wall for leverage. Every time I pushed in, more piss gushed out, the obscene wet sounds mixing with the rush of the shower. Jace was making these desperate little sounds, his cock trapped between us, rubbing against my stomach with every thrust.
“You love this,” I growled against his ear. “Love being filled up. Love being fucked while you're full.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Love it. Love everything you do to me.”
I was getting close, the combination of the hot water and the tight heat of his body and the absolute filth of what we were doing pushing me toward the edge. But I wanted to draw this out, wanted to make it last.
I pulled out suddenly, and Jace made a sound of protest.
“Down,” I said. “On your knees.”
He slid down the tile wall, water streaming over him, and looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. His lips were swollen, his face flushed, and when he opened his mouth without being asked, I groaned.
“Fuck, you're perfect.”
I pushed my cock into his mouth, and he took me eagerly, no hesitation. His tongue worked along the underside, his throat relaxed to take me deeper, and I had to brace both hands against the wall to stay upright.
“That's it,” I breathed. “Suck Daddy's cock. Clean it off. Taste yourself on it.”
He moaned around me, the vibration going straight through my cock, and his hands came up to grip my thighs. The water was running down over both of us, and I looked down to watch him—lips stretched around my cock, water running down his face, eyes locked on mine.
“So good at this,” I said. “Love your mouth. Love watching you take my cock.”
He pulled off with a gasp, stroking me with one hand. “Love having your cock in my mouth. Love tasting you. Love making you feel good.”
“You do. Fuck, you make me feel so good.” I threaded my fingers through his wet hair.
“Use my throat, Daddy. Fuck my face.”
I groaned and guided his mouth back onto my cock, pushing deeper this time. He relaxed his throat and let me in, let me push all the way until his nose was pressed against my pelvis. I held him there for a moment, feeling his throat work around me, then pulled back and did it again.
I started to fuck his throat in earnest. “That's it. Good boy. Taking it so well.”
The sounds he was making were obscene. His hands gripped my thighs harder, not pushing me away but pulling me closer, encouraging me to use him.
“Gonna come,” I warned. “Gonna come down your throat. You want that?”
He moaned around my cock, and I took that as a yes.
I thrust deeper, faster, chasing my release, and when it hit, I buried myself in his throat and came hard. He swallowed around me, taking everything I gave him, and when I finally pulled out, he was gasping for air but grinning.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “That was hot.”
“You're hot.” I pulled him up and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
“Again?” But he was already moving, already positioning himself. “You're going to kill me.”
“Maybe.” I dropped to my knees behind him. “But first I'm going to eat this ass.”
“Oh fuck?—”
I spread his cheeks and dove in, tongue pressing against his hole, tasting water and the remnants of what we'd done. He was still loose from being fucked, still open, and my tongue slipped inside easily.
“Grant!” His whole body jerked forward, hands scrabbling against the wet tile. “Fuck, that's—oh my god?—”
I held his hips steady and worked my tongue deeper, fucking him with it, feeling the way his body responded. He was making these high, desperate sounds, his cock hard again already, and when I reached around to stroke him, he nearly collapsed.
“Can't—fuck—too much?—”
