“Slow,” he said, dragging out the word.He lowered his voice and spoke right in Reese’s ear.“I want you to slide your dick inside me nice and slow, then I want you to take your time.”
Reese shuddered in his arms, causing Brantley to grin.
“Do you think you can do that?”
Reese’s response came with a gentle push against Brantley’s chest.
Laughing, Brantley turned away from him, planting both palms on the tiled wall.He glanced over his shoulder, watching as Reese fumbled with the lube.He could tell that Reese’s cheeks were pink, and he figured it had more to do with his dirty talk than the water temperature.
“Slow, you say?”Reese asked, stepping up behind him.
Brantley took a few steps back so he could bend over more, offering himself up to his husband.He moaned softly when Reese teased his hole with his fingers.
“Fuck,” he hissed, shifting his hips, pushing against those fingers penetrating him.
“Relax,” Reese urged, scissoring his fingers inside him.“Let me in.”
He did, accepting the intrusion, eager for Reese to drive his cock inside him.
“Fuck me, Reese,” Brantley pleaded, dropping his head, savoring the pleasure.
Without a word, Reese drove two fingers in deep and hard seconds before he pulled out and pushed his cock inside him.Air rushed out of his lungs as pleasure consumed him.His knees went weak, but he managed to shore them up when Reese began sliding out.
In.Out.
Slow.
“Is this what you want?”Reese’s voice was thready.
“Fucking perfect,” he hissed, loving the way Reese’s fingertips dug into his hips as though he was trying to hold himself back.
Their grunts and moans echoed alongside the water raining down.
“I love when you’re inside me, Reese,” he said, closing his eyes, his body humming with the electricity that arced whenever Reese was fucking him.
Reese’s hand shifted from his hip to his shoulder.He rocked into him, a little faster, just as deep.When his pace quickened even more, Brantley reached down, stroked his cock, preparing to come at the same time Reese did.
“Oh, yeah,” he urged.“Harder, baby.Fuck me like you mean it.”
That triggered Reese’s urgency because he began fucking him deep and hard, his grunts louder, his grip on Brantley’s shoulder firmer.
Brantley grunted, trying to form words, but the pleasure was too intense.He gave himself over, holding off for as long as he could.
“Reese … fuck … baby … coming!”
Reese slammed into him hard, a throaty roar bouncing off the tile as he came deep inside him.
Brantley sighed, content and sated.He dropped his head, smiling.
Damn fine way to start the day.
Twenty minutes later, Brantley strolled into the kitchen to find Reese working at the stove, the smell of bacon permeating the entire room.
“Why do you have a smile on your face?”Reese asked, sparing a quick glance his way.
Unable to stop the grin from amping up a wattage or two, Brantley continued toward his husband.
“Why wouldn’t I have a smile on my face?”he countered.“We’re finally back to our routine.”
