It took forever to come back to ourselves, but the water heater for the room must have been vast, because it was still producing entirely warm water when Davin finally pulled away, sliding out of me and letting me drop lightly to land on my feet on the floor of the shower.
But also, because he was Davin, and he knew me, he kept an arm wrapped around me until he was sure I’d gotten my feet under me.
Then, he pressed me back into the tile wall of the stall one more time, and proceeded to take the same shower oil he’d clearly used to fuck me, and clean every part of me, inch by inch. After rinsing my skin clean, he followed it with soft kisses across my shoulders, and I could have fucking melted and flowed right down the drain.
By the time he was done, my cock had already started to perk up again, very interested in the idea of touching every part of Davin right back.
So I decided that was exactly what I was going to do.
When he stepped back, I reached out and grabbed his shoulders, spinning him so that his back was to the wall, and it was my turn. I took a handful of oil and washed his arms and hisfucking gorgeous chest, then taking more oil and dropping to my knees in front of him.
His eyes were dark as he watched me wash his legs, one by one, picking his feet up and cleaning each one thoroughly. Then, on my way back up, I skimmed my hands up the inside of his calves, the inside of his thighs, and back up to his cock.
I gave it a thorough wash, then rinse, my movements slow and deliberate, ignoring the fact that it had already been as hard as a rock when I’d reached it, and it was pulsing under my further ministrations. Couldn’t let him be less than squeaky clean, after all.
I rinsed the oil off because of what definitely came next, and the fact that I had no idea how shower oil tasted. Considering it smelled slightly floral with a hint of salty sea breeze, I suspected the answer was bad.
When I leaned in to taste him, his dark eyes met mine and held. Davin was rarely one for eye contact that wasn’t a challenge, but maybe that was what this was.
And I’d never been one to back down from a challenge.
So I leaned in deep and took his cock all the way in. Never let it be said Flynn Knight failed to rise to an occasion. I swallowed him down, all the way to the root in one go, since his skin was wet and the friction was negligible.
Score Flynn, as Davin took a shaky breath, his chest trembling, and couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from me. I bobbed on his cock, meeting his unflinching gaze as I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the tip of him, then plunged back down, setting a slightly uneven rhythm as I went.
After a moment, his head tipped back to rest against the tiles, and he gave over to me entirely.
Mine, a dark, possessive voice reared up in my own mind. That was...weird. I’d never thought that about anyone before.
But . . . no one had ever been mine like this before.
My heart, he always called me.
I started pausing on the downstroke to suck at him, just a hint of added pressure that made him squirm and struggle not to thrust forward, fucking my mouth. So I decided to do it for him, if he was going to be all gentlemanly, and shoved all the way down onto him, almost choking myself on his dick, letting it hit the back of my throat as I relaxed to keep from gagging. Then as I pulled back, I took a slow breath through my nose, and went for it again, all the way down.
That went on for a moment, and Davin’s breathing went ragged and uneven. “Flynn,” he mumbled, without looking down at me, and reached out to tangle his hand in my sopping hair. “I’m going to?—”
I answered by humming and pushing down onto him again, giving just a bit of suction, as I slid my hand up, just one finger slipping between his cheeks to seek out his ass. He tried to say my name again, or maybe something else, but it was lost in a long, low moan as his whole body tensed and he came.
Fuck, he was so beautiful.
I might have gotten distracted and choked on his come, if the twitch of his cock in my mouth hadn’t reminded me of what was coming. I pulled back just enough to let it hit the back of my tongue, so I could swallow it down instead of gagging on it.
There weren’t a lot of times in my life it was important for me to do things right, or be that “smooth” guy, but not gagging on come the first time I sucked his cock seemed like a good time for it. So instead I focused on my movements as he convulsed, his cock pulsing in rhythm with his heart as he came in spurts across my tongue, and I slid my finger deeper inside him. Once. Twice.
His second groan was lower than the first, almost guttural, and when I looked back up at him, he was staring down at me with glittering obsidian eyes. “Get up here and let me wash your hair,” was the first thing he said, which...that was weird, right?But then he pulled me up, and right into the front of himself, leaning down to kiss me, the taste of his come still lingering in my mouth. “Then we dry off, and I take you out to that great bed. I want to ride my fucking dragon.”
Oh hell.
That sounded perfect.
Washing my hair had never seemed like such an undesirable activity. Still, I did it—or rather, I let Davin do it, then lathered up his hair with the shampoo in the shower while he rinsed mine clean. The whole thing took far too long, but there wasn’t really a way to speed it up.
My cock was so hard it almost hurt, so very ready for this moment.
Davin, of course, was still placid and jelly-limbed from his second orgasm of the night, while I was a little ball of stress, which was probably a bigger statement about how we were as a couple.
But that was okay. Because when we got out of the shower, he helped me dry off in record time, and then laid out a dry towel on the bed to soak up any moisture we’d missed in the half-ass effort I’d made. He even put an extra towel across the pillows because my hair was still wet.
