Dante smirked and the startled tension in his shoulders evaporated. “Look all you want.”
“Can I do more than look?”
“Is that a real question?”
Actually, it was, given how often Dante pulled back, but Sid took the fact that he’d left the door open as a good sign and undid his shorts. They fell to the floor. He kicked off his underwear too and stepped into the shower without looking down.
Dante didn’t glance south either. He never did, and Sid had stopped worrying why. It didn’t matter. Dante’s desire for him was in every touch, every kiss, and he made Sid fly just by grinning at him.
Still, it felt good to slide their wet, naked bodies together.
Better than good.
Sid kissed Dante as if they’d been parted a week, not a few hours. “I missed you.”
“When?”
“Today. I hate people.”
Dante licked the seam of Sid’s mouth, then drove his tongue inside, robbing Sid of coherent thought for as long as the kiss lasted and beyond. Water ran between them, rinsing the day away. Dante pushed Sid against the tiled wall, pressing their chests together, and slid a damp hand into the hair at the nape of Sid’s neck. “I don’t think anyone’s ever missed me before.”
“Bet they have.”
“Nope. You’re the first.”
“Am I the first bloke to make you come in the shower too?” Sid punctuated the question by slipping a hand between them, closing his fingers around Dante’s cock, absorbing the tiny thrust Dante’s hips gave in response.
Dante shivered and buried his face in Sid’s neck. He said nothing but didn’t pull away as Sid gently jacked him. Unhurried. Languid. Sid’s favourite kind of sex.
They kissed again, and Dante made a sound low in his throat that made Sid’s blood pump faster and harder in his veins.I want more.
Moving slowly—careful now—he spun them around, reversing their positions and pushing Dante against the wall. “How good is your balance?”
Dante eyed him from behind his ridiculously long, dark lashes. “Depends what you’re asking me to do.”
“I want you to hold your leg up here—” Sid lifted Dante’s leg and propped it on the slight ledge jutting out of the wall. “—so I can touch youhere.” He trailed his fingers over Dante’s balls and lower, dipping into his crease. “Is that okay?”
“Uh...” Dante’s eyes fluttered. He fought to keep them open and made no move to stop Sid’s wandering fingers. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Sure? I can blow you instead.”
“No, no... I want it. Just be kind, yeah?”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
Do you?Sid held Dante’s gaze and slid his finger between Dante’s lips, all the while still jacking his cock.
Dante sucked his fingers, swirling his tongue around them. Sid imagined it was his dick, and it wasn’t much of a reach. He had first-hand experience of Dante’s wicked mouth.
He reclaimed his fingers and kissed Dante, going deep, falling headlong into it and staying there, kissing and kissing and kissing him as his free hand wandered south. Without proper lube, he’d have to be careful, but whether Dante knew it or not, Sid wasalwaysgoing to be careful with him. Dante had hard edges, but beneath it all... fuck.
Sid was still learning.
He squeezed Dante’s cock tighter and pressed a single finger against his entrance, gently probing, still jacking Dante at that slow, torturous pace that made everything fun.
A soft groan escaped Dante. A slow exhale. He gripped Sid’s shoulders and closed his eyes.