“Fuck, let’s do that.”
He reaches behind him and strokes my cock.
“We should shower fast,” I say.
“And stop what we’re doing? No way. I want you to fill me up.”
“Here? Condom? Lube?”
Iris takes a tube off the shower caddy and passes it back to me. “Lube.”
“Why do you—actually, never mind. I don’t want to know why that’s in here.”
“Emergency lube.”
“Of course.” I chuckle. “Condom?”
“I’m on PrEP, and Trav has all the Mike Bravo guys tested every three months. Including you. He did a full workup during your recovery. I promise I haven’t been with anyone since my last results.”
“Me neither. Well, duh, you already knew that. Are … are you sure?”
“I want to feel all of you.”
I release Iris and squirt lube into my hand. I lather my dick, getting it nice and slippery, and then add some more lube to my fingers. “Put your hands on the wall,” I order, and Iris doesn’t hesitate.
He bends over, and his perfect ass rubs against my cock. “Don’t come inside me. I want to save that for when I get you into my bed and I get my turn.”
“If I don’t get to come, you don’t get to come.”
“Duh. If I come right now, there’s no way I’ll be able to get it up again. Not after the car adventure earlier.”
“Aww, and here I thought you were the one who was supposed to have all the stamina now.”
“Stop teasing me and get to the fucking already.” Iris hangs his head.
“I gotta make sure you’re ready.”
“I don’t need much prep.”
“I figured. I’ve seen that toy drawer of yours.” I press a lubed finger against his hole and ease my way in.
Iris moves his hips, controlling how far he can take me. I step back so he has the room to move, and then he fucks himself until he begs for more. I add another and watch as my fingers disappear inside his body.
He takes long, slow breaths, like he’s telling himself to calm down. “You need to get to it. Any more and—”
My fingers reach his prostate.
“Fuck!” he lets out.
I pull out of him. “Don’t come.”
“I need your dick. I need it now,” he begs.
“Are you going to be able to hold out?”
“Don’t go slow. The burn will help.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Do it. Please hurt me.”
Why and how does that turn me on even more?
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I whisper and line my cock up with his hole.
Despite him asking me to hurt him, I still go too slow for his liking.
He twists his arm behind us, pushing down on my lower back to take him deeper and faster.
Even though I’m the one fucking him against the wall, Iris is the one in control here. He could ask me to do anything, and I’d do it. I’m putty for him even though he’s in my arms.
I run my hands down the tight muscles in his back.
His ass is warm and tight, and even though he wants me to go fast, I physically can’t without blowing my load too early.
“Harder,” Iris breathes.
“Can’t,” I grit out. My balls ache, and I’m stuck between wanting to give in and holding out like I promised. I want Iris inside me too.
I want him to feel the same connection I am. This is ten years of what could have been wrapped up in body aching bliss.
“I need you,” he rasps.
I’m not stupid. I know he means he needs me here and now. He needs my dick. But I can’t help letting the desperate words take root in my chest. I want him to need me because ever since he pulled me out of that hellhole, it’s like there’s a part of me that has needed him too.
It started when I was on the brink of death. His continued calming voice, his soothing words telling me I was going to make it … I needed that to survive.
I’ve never felt more alive than in that moment, but being inside him, this is a close second.
I lean over and kiss his shoulder. The water above us is starting to run cold. “Take me to bed.”
Iris steps forward, my cock slipping from his ass. Then he spins and attacks my mouth, all teeth clacking and tongue devouring.
He wraps his lathered fingers around my cock, and the smell of cherry blossom fills the air. When I break the kiss and look down between us, he’s covering me in bodywash, and not just my dick, but everywhere.
“I want my mouth all over you,” he rumbles.
When he’s finished with me, he quickly washes himself, and then he’s back on me again, touching, kissing, and groping at my ass.
Iris doesn’t stop as he blindly turns the water off and steps out of the tub. We almost slip and fall, but he’s holding on so tight he manages to keep us upright.