Chapter Eighteen
Water hit before the heat settled, sliding over them in a rush that should have broken the moment and didn’t.
Sage slid his legs to the floor, looking his fill. Law’s cock stood thick and hard between them, echoing the state of his own. Unwilling to wait another moment, he grabbed the soap, moved closer, and rubbed his mouth over Law’s naked, wet shoulders.
Sage ran soapy hands down until he could close one hand around Law’s thick cock.
Law hissed, and his hips bucked. When the man’s head tipped down, Sage lifted on his feet and pushed into the kiss. Laving his tongue between Law’s lips, biting at his mouth.
Law groaned and took the soap, taking over, washing and rinsing them both, drawing a whimper from his throat when the man left his dick leaking.
“Come ’ere,” Law muttered and cupped his ass, lifting him, pulling his thighs around his hips.
Sage locked his arms and legs again, his body already moving as the temperature shifted, the sound of the spray filling the space around them while everything else narrowed again to contact—heat, pressure, the steady presence of Law holding him pressed to the tile like he weighed nothing.
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.
Just stayed in it, holding the position. He moved steadily instead of rushing it, letting the rhythm build.
Water tracked down his back, over his shoulders, between them, heat building under it instead of washing anything away, and he tightened his grip, pulling Law closer like there was still distance left to close.
There wasn’t.
Didn’t matter.
He pushed down over him, setting the pace, keeping it steady, keeping it right where it worked, steady and deliberate, not breaking, not slipping.
Law met him every time.
Holding it there—thrusts steady, letting the hunger build instead of breaking.
The man’s eyes slid open, and Sage gazed into their golden depths.
Law fisted his hair and fused their mouths together for a deep kiss while his cock thrust inside of him with long strokes.
His cock was caught between them, friction in every stroke. Heat slapped into the pit of his gut.
Shuddering, his head tipped back, breaking the kiss, hissing out a long breath, eyes closed.
“Stay with me.”
Sage couldn’t answer out loud.
But he wasn’t going anywhere.
He was staying exactly where he was. Closer if possible. He was all in as the momentum carried forward under the steady fall of water and breath and thrusts that didn’t let up.
He was pulled into another kiss, and a sound left his throat when Law moved on from his mouth and sank his teeth lightly into his neck.
“Touch your cock,” Law growled.
Sage wrapped his hand and stroked his own length in time to Law’s thrusts.
“More,” he moaned.
Law pistoned into his ass as if he could find absolution.
‘“I’m going to come,” he panted, jerking harder.
Law grunted and hammered in.
And then, Sage let go.
When Law’s thrust suddenly became sporadic, Sage squeezed his own cock and shot his load onto Law’s front, convulsions bowing him forward.
Law made a savage noise and slammed home before he too lost it, exploding with a sharp grunt.
Panting, Law’s grip on his hips eased.
Sage dropped his head forward, resting on Law’s shoulder.
A long moment passed.
After the water turned cool, Law finally eased his grip, and Sage shakily stood to his feet.
Law shoved up from the bench.
Snapping the water off, Sage reached for the towels hanging nearby and dried Law off.
With a slight smile, Law followed him to the bed.
Sage dropped face first into the fresh sheets.
“I could sleep a week.”
Law chuckled deeply and followed him down.