27. Chapter 27
Chapter twenty-seven
Dane
I t was hardly the first time he’d run into a guy who had a thing for his ass. Dane was a top, by preference, but he wasn’t opposed at all to some butt stuff. However, this was the first time he’d had this exact suggestion. More often than not, if a guy was willing to eat his ass, it was a precursor to fucking, not an act on its own.
Yet as Dane bent over, leaning one arm against the wall and reaching for his cock with the other, Aras showed no signs of hesitation or quavering decision. And he also didn’t when his hands parted Dane’s ass, exposing it to the humid air and the warm water pelting down from the shower head above. He had to angle his head the right way to avoid getting blinded by the falling water, or unintentionally waterboarding himself.
Any thoughts of discomfort vanished when he felt the scratch of stubble along the inside of his cheeks, then the warm pressure of a tongue against his hole. In fact, all of his thoughts vanished. He was suddenly only a bundle of nerves, a pocket of sensation focused on Aras’s face buried in his ass. It was only after several seconds that he even realized he’d started stroking himself, and then a new sensation joined the tangle of nerves and ragged breath and pressure and heat. His hand barely felt like his own as he stroked up and down his shaft. Immediately, he could feel the pressure building in his belly, and his balls pulsing tighter, but he focused on his breathing. “I’m not going to last.”
Aras paused just long enough to say, “Good,” before diving back in, somehow driving deeper. His tongue lapped at sensitive flesh, pressed into Dane’s hole before going back down to long strokes, from taint to tailbone.
“Stop. Stop.” Dane turned around, but before Aras could give voice to the worry clearly sitting across his face, he carried forward, still massaging his dick. “You need some attention too. And I’m not ready for this to be done.” He reached out and cupped Aras’s balls. They were warm and loose from the shower, and heavy in his grasp. He squeezed softly, just enough to put some pressure on, and Aras moaned.
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to.” There was a height disparity, to be sure, so Dane had to get up on his tip toes. It was definitely less stable than he liked, with the tiles so slick, but he got up and Aras bent his knees a little until their cocks lined up. Then Dane slid his foreskin forward, covering the head of Aras’s dick. And he stroked. Slowly at first, making sure they stayed connected. The precum from both of them, along with the water flowing down, slicked the movements, and soon he sped up, staring up into the dark depths of Aras’s eyes.
Dane felt himself leaning too far back, the floor going out from underneath him. Something form and sharp caught him around both shoulders. Aras’s hands. He’d reached out to hold him up. And he grinned down at Dane. “Shower sex is a terrible way to die.”
“I can think of worse ways.” Still, Dane sped up his stroking further. His belly tightened again and his balls pulled up. From the look on Aras’s face, he must have been close too. His eyes were unfocused, mouth hanging slightly open, and pink feathered up from his chest to his neck to his cheeks underneath the brown-olive skin.
Aras gasped and his fingers tightened around Dane’s shoulders, bordering on painful. He shot off into Dane’s foreskin, surrounding the over-sensitive head of his cock with hot cum. That pushed him over the edge, as it forced its way out over his fingers, running out of room for the load. Dane’s ass clenched tight and his head tilted back. Even in the waning throes of his own orgasm, Aras didn’t release him, didn’t let him fall as his weight shifted once again on the slick tiles. Held up by nothing other than Aras’s own strength, Dane’s body tensed and his cock twitched and he shot cum out. The seal broke and it blasted three, four times, hitting the floor and Ara’s thighs and of course all over his junk.
Finally, it ended, and the only sounds were the two of them panting and the water still cascading from the shower head.
Aras ran his hands down Dane’s body until he was under Dane’s armpits, then held him up until he got his feet back under him again. He was still grinning. “Intense. Never docked with a guy before.”
“I haven’t much.” Dane tilted his head up and let the water rinse over his scalp and through his hair before he looked back at Aras. “Probably a little late, but should we talk STIs?”
“I’m clear.”
“Me too.” A slight pressure released from Dane’s belly. “Should have talked about it before, though.”
“No harm no foul.” Aras reached around him—which also happened to press Aras almost up against him in the process—and gathered some water in cupped hands. He dumped it down his front and his legs to wash away the remnants of cum. “Should we actually shower, now?”
“If you think you can resist my wiles.” Dane shifted his hips to the side, just enough to make it clear he was showing off his ass.
To his surprise, Aras’s mouth opened slightly, and a new crash of pink washed over his cheeks and forehead. “I’ll resist temptation. If I can. But I liked rimming you.”
“Well, you’re the first one who didn’t treat it like part of a negotiation.” He reached for the body wash and deposited a small dollop in his hand, then began to lather it up before he ran his hands up and down Aras’s chest and stomach. “Usually, it’s more ‘I stick my tongue up your ass and you let me fuck you’ kind of thing.”
“No worries there.” Aras sighed and looked up to the ceiling. “I’m a bottom. I mean, I’ll make do if you want, but—”
“I’d rather top anyway.” Dane let his hands drift downward. It wasn’t erotic, necessarily, rubbing over Aras’s shaft and the insides of his thighs, but it was still intimate. Aras allowed Dane to wash him with no reaction from his cock, no attempt to pull away or make a joke.
This was far, far more connection than the rimming or the docking or the sixty-nine.