“What are you doing?” Is that even my voice, so raspy and hoarse?
“Something that feels good.”
Looking back, I’ll say my brain short-circuited, or maybe I’m just a normal horny teenager after all, but I take off my boxers and squeeze behind Dayyan into the shower.
Space is limited, so limited that my chest presses against his back—and my hard cock against his ass. For a moment, Dayyan’s breath catches when he feels me, and I’d pull back if I could.
Water drips down his shoulder and I catch a drop with my lips, then another and another. In a moment of clarity, I notice that my hands are on Dayyan’s upper arms, my thumbs drawing small circles.
“You’re hard. I can feel you.” He doesn’t try to pull away, so I assume it’s okay for him. I try to move as little as possible, even though friction is exactly what I’d need right now. I gently kiss Dayyan’s neck.
“Does that bother you? I can...”
“No, I like how you feel. Different, but good.”
My hand glides onto his chest as if by itself, playing with his nipple and then sliding lower. My brain can’t possibly be in charge right now, this isn’t who I am, I’m not this brave. Where is the inner voice that always held me back? That never really could let go with Danny because things moved so fast? This is fast as well. But it’s also so familiar. We are so close, skin to skin, with so much blind understanding and trust.
When my fingertips touch his pubic hair, Dayyan lets go of his cock, and without hesitation, my hand takes its place. His is a little smaller than Danny's, but thicker, and it feels good. I slide my thumb over his glans and Dayyan’s legs give way.
Carefully, I lean against the wall behind me and pull him with me, without interrupting my fast rhythm.
He moans again as my cock slides between his ass cheeks, and fuck, that’s hot. It takes infinite self-control not to just roll my hips, because I'm sure that would be too much for him. Too gay for starters, too much man, too much... or, maybe not.
“Ah, what... oh my God.” Now I’m moaning, because Dayyan is thrusting into my hand at a fast pace, grinding against my cock with every thrust.
I don’t think he’s aware of what he’s doing. He’s already flying too high himself, his cock hard as a rock, his breathing faltering.
“Ah, don’t stop. Don’t... ahh, fuck! I...” Dayyan has no chance to finish his sentence. His cock pulses in my hand, white strands of cum splattering onto my fingers and his stomach. With quick hip movements, he rides the wave of his orgasm—and my length.
“Dayyan, I... please stop, or...”
“Or what?”
“I...” Too late. Endorphins rush through my body, and I press my head into Dayyan’s neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”
Chapter 34
Dayyan
My legs are still jelly, but Jannis is freaking out behind me and I need to see him.
“Hey, look at me.” I’m holding his cheeks ten seconds later. Turning around was a challenge. “What are you apologizing for?”
“I didn’t mean to... we didn’t talk about this, but then you moved and I lost control.”
“Was it hot for you?”
He looks at me, stunned. “Are you serious? Hell, yes. Obviously.”
“Good.” I gently brush the wet curls from his face. “For me too. The hottest thing ever.”
Jannis looks at me for what feels like an eternity, then the water turns cold. “Oh, shit! Get out, get out, get out!”
Wet, but still not clean we stand on the terrace, both wearing only our boxer shorts.
“Now what?” I ask, laughing.
“First we’ll take your dog for a walk, then we’ll go to the beach.”
