6 | Mike
Mike
As I walk into the bedroom, the sound of water greets me.
Nate is in the shower; the steam from the hot water he runs over his body fills the room.
I don’t lose a moment shedding my clothes as I enter.
I step into the shower with him, and he turns to face me with a smirk.
I have always loved taking showers with him.
It’s a moment of silence that quickly turns to more between us every time, but it’s also a moment of care.
We have always cared for each other in ways most people won’t understand.
Not that I care what they think. None of them matter. Only us.
“Hello there.” His voice is sultry and full of meaning.
My gaze falls to his cock, standing there already getting hard for me.
I grab him from the back of his neck, pulling him close as I crash my lips onto his.
I take a step back, and his body presses me against the wall.
His kiss deepens while his hand finds my cock.
He strokes me slowly, and it grows inside his palm.
“Turn around,” he orders, and I obey like a good boy for him.
“Yes, sir,” I say with a smirk, pressing my hands against the shower tiles.
“Good boy,” he praises me, and I hear the lube bottle’s sound—he was expecting me to join him—as he squirts the liquid onto his hand.
I replace the hand he had on my cock with my own and lean against the shower wall, pressing my ass against his length.
A finger enters me, prepping me with lube, and I reach with my other hand to stroke him.
He bites my neck and praises me. “Good boy.”
I’m moaning and pushing against his hand impatiently.
“Fuck me.” I breathe out the words in a husky voice, eager to have him inside my ass.
As if he didn’t need anything more, he enters me with a hard thrust, and I press my ass back, impaling myself on his dick.
He feels amazing. I am pretty sure feelings can make sex feel better than just having someone fuck you.
I don’t know how or why; I can’t explain it.
But with him, everything feels better. Everything is better.
He makes every moment feel divine. Almost like an out-of-this-world experience that I have been too lucky to live through.
His thrusts are getting harder and faster, and he growls in my ear. I savor every moment, moving my ass against him, matching his movements.
“You feel so good, pretty boy,” he whispers in my ear.
His hand replaces mine, stroking my cock while his hips drive against me, and his cock slips in and out of my ass like it was always meant to be there.
The world shudders around us as I feel his cock twitch inside me, cum filling me, and I close my eyes, allowing my head to fall back against him, finding that spot on his shoulder as I come hard in his palm.
A soft moan leaves my lips, and he kisses my cheek before he slips out of me.
It’s a kiss so gentle that it's barely there, but even that feels like a blessing.