“You can take it.” I pulled back just long enough to speak, then went back to eating him out. My tongue circled his rim, pressed inside, found all the spots that made him shake. “You're going to come like this. Going to come from my tongue in your ass.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop.”
I didn't. I kept going, one hand stroking his cock, the other spreading him wider so I could get my tongue deeper. The water was still running over us, hot and relentless, and Jace was falling apart under my mouth.
“Close,” he gasped. “So close. Gonna—fuck—gonna come?—”
“Do it. Come for me. Come from Daddy's tongue.”
He did, his whole body going rigid, cock pulsing in my hand as he came. I felt his ass clench around my tongue, felt him shake through the orgasm, and I kept licking him through it, drawing it out until he was whimpering.
When he finally went limp, I stood up and turned him around, catching him before he could slide down the wall. “I've got you.”
He was breathing hard, eyes unfocused. “That was—I can't?—”
“Shh. I know.” I held him against me, letting the water wash over both of us. “Just breathe.”
We stood there for a long moment, just holding each other under the spray, and I felt something shift in my chest. Something warm and terrifying and perfect.
“We should actually shower now,” I said eventually. “Clean up properly.”
“Yeah.” But he didn't move, just stayed pressed against me. “In a minute.”
“In a minute,” I agreed.
When we finally did wash, I was gentle with him, careful around his shoulder, attentive to the places where he was sensitive. He leaned into my touch, trusting me completely, and I thought about how lucky I was to have this. To have him.
I shampooed his hair, fingers massaging his scalp, and he made a sound of contentment that went straight to my chest. When I rinsed it out, he tilted his head back into the spray, eyes closed, completely relaxed.
“Feel good?” I asked.
“Mmm. Really good.” He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Your turn.”
He returned the favor, washing my hair with the same careful attention I'd given him, and there was something intimate about it that felt different from the sex. More vulnerable somehow. Like we were taking care of each other in a way that went beyond the physical.
When we were both clean, I turned off the water and grabbed towels for both of us. Jace was moving slowly now, the exhaustion catching up with him, and I wrapped him in the towel and rubbed him dry.
“I can do it myself,” he protested, but he was already leaning into me, letting me take care of him.
“I know you can.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “But let me anyway.”
He didn't argue after that, just stood there and let me dry him off, his eyes half-closed. When I was done, I quickly dried myself and we padded back into the bedroom together.
The bed was still a disaster—sheets soaked and rumpled from earlier—and Jace looked at it with a grimace.
“We really fucked that up,” he said.
“We really did.” I started stripping the sheets. “Help me change these, then we'll get you fed.”
We worked together to put on fresh sheets, and by the time we were done, Jace was swaying on his feet. I guided him to sit on the edge of the newly made bed and crouched down in front of him.
“You okay?” I asked, checking his face. “Not too sore?”
“I'm good.” He smiled, soft and genuine. “Really good. Just tired. And hungry.”
“Breakfast?” I asked.
“Yeah. I'm starving.”
