Law reached past him, grabbing what he needed from the small shelf without breaking the hold, his mouth close enough that Sage felt the words more than heard them.
“Say it,” Law growled.
Whiskey eyes holding his own.
Sage leaned in, breath ghosting his jaw, something sharp and certain in it when he answered.
“I’m not stopping.”
That settled between them just as everything else had.
If anything, his grip tightened, legs locked harder as the temperature change ran through him and straight into the tension already sitting low, his body taking over before his head could get in the way.
Law didn’t break contact.
Didn’t step back to adjust.
Just moved in—both hands braced at his ass, holding him there like he weighed nothing.
Water ran between them, over them, changing the feel of everything—less resistance, more slide—turning contact into something harder to ignore and easier to follow, and Sage felt the difference immediately.
His breath hitched once, then steadied, but the edge stayed—sharp, present, not going anywhere. He pushed closer, and Law held him there.
Strong hands steady, keeping the balance without breaking the contact, like he’d already claimed what was his.
A wide bench was built into one side of the shower—same tile as the walls, seamless, like it had been carved out of the space instead of added later.
Sage slipped his legs downward, and Law let him go. He shoved Law onto the bench as water hit them from above in a steady warm sheet.
Bemused, Law sat holding his hips, refusing to let him go.
Sage smiled and climbed up, straddling Law’s hips.
Their gazes met and locked.
Law prepped him, agonizingly slow, and left him moaning.
When Law’s cock nudged his ass, Sage caught his breath. He was held easily within those powerful arms, water running down Sage’s back and slipping between them.
How in the hell he’d thought they weren’t a thing was beyond him.
Nothing about this was casual.
He didn’t want it to be.
He shifted against Law, hips rolling down again, slower this time, deliberate, adjusting until the contact lined up right.
Then he lowered and slowly took Law in.
The reaction it pulled from Law came low, rough, and raw. The sound hit deep around them.
Sage felt every single inch.
“Yeah, right there,” he breathed almost soundlessly when Law’s girth settled deep.
He didn’t pull back.
Didn’t ease off.
