“I need this,” Adrian murmured, voice low, rough with honesty. “Let me… let me make you feel good.”
“Adrian, we don’t—”
“Shhh.” A kiss silenced him. “I need this,” he said, voice low, raw with truth. “I need to make you feel good. I need togiveyou this. I want to touch you, okay?”
Logan nodded, his breath catching as Adrian’s hand slid back to his cock, wrapping around him with deliberate tenderness. Adrian kissed him again, moaning softly into his mouth, not from his own pleasure, but from Logan’s. As if Logan’s ecstasy lived in his bones now.
Logan’s hands gripped Adrian’s ass, squeezing firm handfuls of flesh, grinding their bodies together with mounting need. Water splashed between them, steam rising around their skin like a veil. Adrian gasped, smiling against Logan’s mouth, drunk on the sensation.
“Yes…” Adrian moaned. “Touch me. Please.”
And Logan did.
He touched him the way lovers do, no fear, no apology. Not like a caretaker. Like a man who remembered every inch of Adrian’s body and wanted to worship it all over again.
His hands slid up Adrian’s back, down to his hips, his palms mapping the body he had missed for too long. He grazed Adrian’s nipples, teasing until they hardened beneath his touch, then moved lower, down the swell of his ass, kneading the flesh, slow and thorough. His fingers teased gently at Adrian’s entrance, not pressing in, just grazing, searching for a response.
Adrian moaned, loud and open, his head falling back. His own cock remained limp, twitching faintly between them, but that didn’t matter. Not to Logan.
Because desire wasn’t in the hardness of flesh, it was in the way Adrian’s body arched into his touch, in the gasp he made when Logan teased him, in the way his hand moved over Logan’s cock with growing intensity.
Logan saw it in his eyes.The need was there.
Not for orgasm. Not for dominance. But for closeness. For contact. For the right to feel like a man again, not in defiance of what he’d lost, but in honor of what he still carried.
After a moment, Adrian broke the kiss, breathless, lips swollen, eyes burning with hunger, not just lust, but need. Raw and unfiltered.
“Sit,” he whispered, voice tight with urgency. His hand stilled on Logan’s cock, and he looked up, pupils wide, cheeks flushed. “On the edge of the tub. Sit. I want to taste you.”
Logan blinked at him, a brief flash of hesitation passing through his eyes. But then he saw the fire behind Adrian’s request; this wasn’t about sex, not only. This was about power, aboutgiving, about Adrian wanting tobe a managain, just for a moment, and Logan knew better than to deny him that.
Water cascaded off Logan’s body as he stood and shifted, his skin slick and steaming. He perched on the edge of the tub, thighs parting instinctively, his cock hard and glistening in the dim light.
Adrian paused, just for a breath, to take in the sight of him. His soon-to-be husband. Strong, flushed, gorgeous. Waiting—forhim.
And then, he didn’t waste any more time, he knelt between Logan’s legs, hands steady on his thighs, and leaned in. His mouth opened withdevotion, and he took Logan in—slowly at first, the head, the shaft, inch by inch, until his lips stretched around him and the weight of Logan’s cock filled his mouth.
Logan’s moan cracked open the silence. One hand reached out blindly, gripping the edge of the tub, knuckles white. The sound of his pleasure echoed off the tiles, soft, helpless, real.
Adrian’s head bobbed, his lips sliding over hot skin, tongue circling, throat working.
“Yes… baby,” Logan moaned. “Fuck, that feels incredible.”
The steam curled around them. Water lapped against the sides of the tub. And all the while, Adrian gave himself to the rhythm—focused, driven, not performing butoffering, as if this act were a sacrament.
At that moment, he wasn’t a patient. Wasn’t fragile. Wasn’t broken.
He was just a man, loving another man, in the most primal way he knew how.
Logan’s breath grew ragged, hips twitching under Adrian’s control. “I’m… I’m about to come,” he gasped, voice hoarse.
Adrian didn’t pull back. He didn’t slow down. He swallowed around him, humming softly against Logan’s skin, holding him there as Logan came, hot, sudden, and shuddering into his mouth.
Logan cried out, the sound breaking into a gasp, his whole body shaking as pleasure overtook him. His hand clutched Adrian’s shoulder, grounding himself in that touch.
When it passed, when his breath returned, Logan sank back into the water, pulling Adrian with him, arms wrapping tightly around his lover’s damp body.
“Damn,” Logan panted, still breathless, pressing his lips to Adrian’s temple. “That was… incredible.”
