The air between them was electric, the steam clinging to their skin as he backed Cian into the shower and pulled the glass door shut behind them. The water hit them like a wall, and Cian hissed, his head tipping back as the spray sluiced over his chest, his hair.
Didn’t take him long to figure it out.
He didn’t waste time. His hands were on Cian immediately, mapping the hard lines of his body, the dips and ridges of muscle, the rough scars of old battles. His fingers curled around Cian’s cock, already thick and heavy, and stroked once, then twice, his thumb swiping over the slick head. “Mmh.”
Cian’s breath stuttered, his hips jerking forward into the touch. “Yesss.”
Reaper grinned wickedly before dropping to his knees. The tile was hard beneath him, the water cascading over his shoulders, but he barely noticed. All hecould focus on was the way Cian’s cock twitched in his grip, the way his thighs tensed as Reaper leaned in, his breath hot against the sensitive skin.
“Reaper—”
He didn’t let him finish. His tongue flicked out, tracing the thick vein along the underside, and Cian’s words dissolved into a groan, his fingers tangling in his hair. He took his time exploring and tasting, his lips wrapped around the crown before pulling back to swirl his tongue over the slit.
Cian’s grip tightened, his hips rolling forward, seeking more. “More,” he growled in a voice rough with need.
Reaper obliged and took him deep, his throat opening around the thick length, his hands gripping Cian’s hips to hold him steady. The water pounded around them, the sound of it mixing with the wet, obscene noises of his own mouth working over his cock. He hollowed his cheeks, pulling back before plunging down again, his free hand reaching up to roll his heavy balls.
“Oh Gods,” Cian’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling. “Just like that—don’t stop?—”
He had no intentions of stopping. The taste of Cian, the weight of him on his tongue, the way his muscles locked up with every swallow was intoxicating. He could feel Cian’s control fraying as his thighs shook, and his grip in his hair bordering on painful.
“Going to spill,” Cian warned, his voice a guttural snarl.
He hummed in response, the vibration making Cian’s cock jerk, and that was it. Ciancame with a shout, his release hitting the back of his throat, his body shuddering as he spilled into his mouth.
Reaper swallowed around him, his own cock aching and heavy between his legs, but he didn’t stop, didn’t pull away until Cian’s grip loosened and his breath evened out.
Only then did he lean back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze locked on Cian’s flushed face, his blown pupils, and the way his chest heaved with every breath.
Cian reached down, hauling him to his feet, and kissed him hard, his tongue sweeping into his mouth, tasting himself there. His hands dropped between them, wrapping around Reaper’s cock, stroking him with long, firm pulls.
Reaper groaned into the kiss, his hips snapping forward, his body singing with the need for release. Cian’s grip was perfect, his thumb swiping over the head, spreading the slickness there, his strokes growing faster and tighter.
It didn’t take long for his orgasm to hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing in Cian’s grip as he came. His release splattered against Cian’s chest, mixing with the water streaming over them. Cian didn’t stop, milking him through it, his mouth never leaving his, swallowing his groans, his curses, and the way his body jerked with the force of it.
When it was over, Reaper sagged against him, his forehead against Cian’s shoulder, his breath coming in ragged bursts. Cian’s arms wrapped around him, holding him up, his hands slow and soothing as they traced patterns over his back. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Cian’s chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Not tonight.”
He huffed a laugh, lifting his head to press a kiss to the side of Cian’s neck. The water still poured over them, the steam filling the small space, but neither of them moved to turn it off. Not yet.
The water eventually cooled, the steam thinning as the heat faded. He reached past Cian and shut off the spray, the sudden silence heavy between them. He grabbed two towels from the rack, tossing one to Cian before rubbing the other over his own hair.
Cian dried off with efficient movements, his muscles flexing with every pass of the towel. “You’re staring,” He murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips.
He didn’t bother denying it. “Can’t help it.”
Cian dropped the towel, stepping close enough that their bodies brushed, the heat between them nothing to do with the shower. His fingers traced the mating mark on his arm. “Good.”
Reaper exhaled, the weight of everything pressing in. The bond, the past, the future—all of it tangled together in this moment. He turned, leading Cian into the bedroom. The space was small, but it was his, and even better, it had a bed that offered the promise of something more than stolen moments in a sacred grove or a rushed shower. He pulled back the blankets. “In you get.”
Cian climbed in first, his body moving with the easy grace of a predator settling into his den. He followed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He rolled onto his side, facing Cian,their legs tangling together like they’d done this a thousand times before.
Cian’s hand found his waist, pulling him closer until their chests brushed, the contact electric even through the exhaustion humming in his bones. “You’re quiet,” he whispered. “Thinking too hard?”
Reaper huffed a laugh, but it came out strained. “Yeah. That’s me. Overthinker extraordinaire.”
Cian’s thumb traced idle patterns on his hip. “Talk to me.”
