Water streamed from the showerhead but didn’t quite reach him, so I hit another button, and gentle rain fell from overhead, instantly saturating his wild blond hair and dragging the strands against his forehead.
He shivered, and I pushed the temperature up just a little before looking back down at him, dripping wet, blissed out, and desperate for more.
Mine.
I turned toward the spray, and he made a helpless noise, fingers wrapping around my ankle to keep me in place.
No stronger than a kitten but powerful enough to bring me to my knees.
Swiping the wet strands away from my face, I glanced down. He was on his hands and knees like he would crawlafter me if he had to.
As if I’d ever let him crawl.
“Watch your knees, kitten,” I said, squatting to push him back on his ass.
“But, Hiro,” he argued, trying to stand.
I made a sound, and he froze, wide eyes pleading.
“I’m just getting the soap.”
His lower lip stuck out in a pout, and my heart somersaulted. Chuckling, I pushed up to grab the simple bar of soap. Seeing it in my hand now made me worry it probably wasn’t good enough for his delicate skin.
“I’m getting new soap,” I announced, sliding it over my chest and working it into a lather.
Hell, I was getting a new apartment. One that he belonged in. Not just a place to eat and sleep but a place where we belonged.
He made a sound, and I turned, white suds dripping down my body. His nostrils flared as his stare followed my hands scrubbing at my skin.
Another knot of heat formed inside me, and I slowed my hands, letting them glide to my dick. Pip’s teeth sank into his lower lip as he stared at the way I soaped myself, working my fist along my shaft until it was covered in suds and dripping onto the floor.
“More,” he whispered. “Lower.”
I obliged, spreading my legs and moving down to my sack and massaging the tight balls until they rolled around in my palms.
Pip slid closer, eyes never once leaving my movements,his own dick red and leaking between his legs.
“Please, Hiro.”
“Please, what?”
His tongue swept over his lips, making my groin tighten all the more. “Let me eat you.”
I dropped the bar of soap, and it slid into the corner while I roughly rinsed the suds away, my ass muscles clenching from the heat of his gaze.
Once clean, I turned back, and he shot to his knees but hissed in disapproval. I took a step back, and he froze. I pointed to the floor, and he dropped down, water splashing around his sweet ass.
Frustration welled in his eyes, hands curled into fists in his lap. When I stepped forward, his breath caught. Jesus, I could come from that look alone—as if he had to wait another minute, it would absolutely destroy him.
Straddling his stretched-out legs, I lowered to my knees until my hot, swollen cock was inches from his face.
“Open your mouth,” I said, voice no longer my own.
His jaw dropped instantly, and his hands grabbed my thighs.
“There you go,” I praised. “Good boy.”
Water rained over us, gliding over his cheeks as he stared up, openly begging for permission. Grabbing the base of my cock, I guided it to his open mouth, and he pushed forward until he started to gag.
