I pull back for a moment and watch the water drops collecting on his dark lashes and in the space above his collarbone.
He’s wordless now, and so am I.
For once, I’m going to act like him.
I’m going to take what I can get. And I’m going to enjoy every fucking moment of it.
He washes my body clean, paying particular attention to my cock. Every stroke he lays on me with a lathered hand isperilously close to making me come, but he never squeezes hard enough or goes fast enough to push me to the edge.
When he sinks down to his knees in front of me I feel like I’m the one who’s in a hypnotized trance. There’s a rubber mat at the bottom of the shower which must still be there from when Sev was injured, and it seems like he’s able to sit comfortably on it, rinsing away the last of the lather in the area.
His lips gently press all around my upper thighs and lower stomach, as he works his way around my cock.
And then his tongue laps along my tip and I groan too loud, breaking the silence of the last few minutes.
“Sev,” I utter.
“Perfect,” he whispers, almost so quietly I can’t hear him.
He gives my tip a firm suck. A ripple of sensation courses through my body, rushing from my legs all the way to the top of my head.
“Too close already,” I tell him. “Been close since you touched me outside.”
He seems to take that as a challenge.
I watch my cock disappear into his mouth and he takes me deep into his throat.God.I let out a low hum, gripping his hair again, plunged into sensation that pushes me far too close to the edge.
I can’t stop myself from bucking my hips forward a little.
Sevan seems to like that, too, because of course he does. He can’t even walk through a door without being hot as fuck.
I keep pushing my dick back over his tongue, feeling him lap over the ridge of my cockhead.
It’s the first time I’ve been in his mouth since our first night at the Zenith party.
A different world.
Feels like an entire different lifetime.
This isn’t part of a dare, or an illicit night at a masked party. Hewantsthis.
I would worship his body any day, but receiving this from him is something entirely different.
A moment later, he slides off my cock as if he’s trying to torment me. He pulls off inch by inch, making a littlepopwith his cheeks at the end.
He swirls the tip of his tongue on my slit before standing up.
And he looks down at me.
His grey eyes smoldering like he’s taking control again, dragging his thumb over my lower lip.
“On your knees,” he murmurs, as if it’s a loving request rather than a command.
My cock aches in protest and I look down.
“I’m two seconds from coming,” I whisper.
“You’re going to get on your knees now,” he says. “And then when you take my cum down your throat like you belong to me, I’ll give you my tongue again.”