Hewassure that he was getting close to coming, and opened his mouth to say so just as Sam wrapped his hand around the rest of the length of his cock. He groaned loudly, the sound echoing against the tiles as he gripped Sam’s hair.
Sam pulled back, his mouth leaving Ben’s cock with an obscene pop, but Ben didn’t care. He was right on the edge now, a half-second away from coming.
A soft, broken cry from Sam set him off, all the slow-burning pressure of Sam’s mouth around him, his hands on him, the knowledge that Sam was getting off on this hit Ben in a rush, his back arching away from the tiles behind him as he came, spilling all over Sam’s hand and his own stomach.
He leaned back against the wall, his knees threatening to buckle any moment, his chest heaving with every breath.
“You taste great,” Sam said, his voice cracking.
If Ben hadn’t been completely spent, he might’ve come again just at hearing that.
Sam stood, and without pausing for a moment, pressed himself against Ben and kissed him, parting his lips, licking his way inside his mouth while he made tiny, needy sounds. Ben settled his hands on Sam’s waist and let himself be kissed, too wrung out to do much else.
“Thank you,” he said when Sam pulled back. “That was…”
“Hot,” Sam finished for him. “So hot. You have a great cock.”
Ben blushed, clearing his throat. “We need to rinse your hair,” he said.
Sam chuckled, backing up to duck under the shower. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
“You asked me to.” Ben shrugged. “I was helpless against your wishes.”
Sam smiled a slow, wicked smile that made a shiver run down Ben’s spine. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said.
Ben really hoped he would.
