A faint noise reached his ears. Before he could react, a hand brushed against his waist. He flinched and jerked backward, his eyes still squeezed shut to keep the suds from stinging them.
“Did I scare you?” Ody’s soft chuckle reached him.
“W-what are you doing here?” he stammered, still blinded by the shampoo.
“Thought I’d take a shower too. Hope you don’t mind.” Ody reached for the showerhead and turned it toward him.
Mano remained frozen, soap clinging to his hair, his eyelids squeezed shut. “Wait for me to finish first, then take yours.”
“I want to shower with you.” Ody turned off the water and set the showerhead back onto the faucet. His hands found their way to Mano’s waist again.
Mano tensed, though there was nowhere to retreat.
“God, this body…” Ody murmured, his fingers tracing slowly from Mano’s neck down to his abs.
Mano’s breathing grew heavier beneath the touch.
“Want to start working out together?” Ody’s voice dropped to a low murmur. “You could show me your workouts.”
“O-okay, fine! We’ll go!” Mano blurted. “Just let me out now. Turn the water back on.”
“Why?” Ody asked.
“B-because I can’t open my eyes. It’ll burn!” he protested, feeling Ody’s hands still wandering over his body. The thought of standing completely exposed in front of him made heat rush to his face.
“Open them,” Ody whispered with a smirk. Then, reconsidering, he added, “No, don’t. I wouldn’t want your pretty eyes to sting.”
For a moment, Mano couldn’t tell what was going on, until he felt Ody’s breath against his lips. “What are you—?” His words were cut off as Ody’s mouth pressed against his.
Ody’s bare body pinned him against the wall. Something brushed against him low. Something unmistakable. The realization sent a jolt of panic through him, and he shoved Ody away, his eyes still shut. “Let me out.”
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
“Let me out!”
“A little louder. I still can’t hear you.”
“Let me out, damn it!” Mano shouted.
Nothing. Mano stood there, breathing hard, his eyes still squeezed shut. “Ody?” He called his name, no longer feeling his presence. “Mikre, if I open my eyes you’re dead, I swear—” His breath hitched as Ody’s lips closed around his cock.
A broken groan slipped from Mano’s throat. “Ah... Ody...” The pleasure hit him tenfold in the darkness. “You’re... dea—hahh…”
His hands shot down, trying to push Ody away, but Ody caught his wrists and pinned them against the wall on either side of him.
Without letting go, his mouth worked faster.
Mano’s breathing gradually lost its rhythm. His muscles tensed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. Every attempt to think dissolved into another broken sound. A whimper escaped him as his chest rose and fell. “Hah... fuck… Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
Just as the words left his mouth, Ody pulled away.
“Ah... What... Why did you stop?” he panted, his body trembling.
He heard Ody step onto the bathmat.
“Ody…” he called. “Why did you stop?”
Footsteps moved away.
