I guided him into the clean tub again, and this time, I stripped off the rest of my clothes and got in, too.
“Oh,” Heath said, in a small, slightly dazed voice.
“This okay?” I asked as I settled in behind him, tugging him close to me so his back was against my chest. I ran my hands over his shoulders, down his arms and across his chest—just petting, soothing.
Heath hummed his assent and leaned heavily against me, tipping his head back against my shoulder. I turned my head to drop a kiss on his cheekbone and a small smile curled his lips.
“How do you feel now?” I asked.
“Safe,” he murmured. “Tired.”
“Let me take care of you.” I slid my hand lower, under the warm water, skated it across his abs tenderly. “Let me make you feel good.”
Heath nodded, a barely there motion, and shifted his hips up toward me, a lazy, needy motion.
I didn’t want to tease him. Not now. I slid my hand lower and cupped his half-hard cock with my hand. Heath gasped and rocked his hips up into my touch. Feeling him harden fully against my palm was so deeply satisfying. I wrapped my arm around his waist and tugged him closer to me, so I could press my own hard cock into his lower back. This wasn’t about me, though. The simple pressure of his body against my cock was more than enough.
“Dante,” Heath gasped. He raised his arms up and wrapped them around my neck, stretching his torso out gorgeously. I kissed his cheek, his neck, his shoulder, anywhere my lips could reach.
“That’s it,” I murmured into his ear. “Let go for me.”
Heath sighed, a low, desperate sound. I wrapped my hand around his pretty cock, jerking him slowly and firmly in the water. He planted his feet on the bottom of the tub and let his knees splay wide.
“So gorgeous.” The praise made him flush and squirm happily. “Always so good for me.”
“Ah,” Heath said. “Dante, I’m—I’m close—”
“Already, baby?” I asked as I sped up the pace. “Good boy. Just relax.”
Heath turned his head in a wordless request. I answered it with a deep kiss. He simply opened his mouth into it, letting me kiss him however I liked, and I dragged my tongue over his tongue, teeth, lower lip. His breath was shallow and quick, and from the way his thighs tensed and abs jumped beneath my touch, I could feel his orgasm approaching.
“That’s right,” I sighed into his mouth before I kissed him again.
It only took a few more moments. I jerked his cock fast, twisting my wrist at the head, and then Heath pushed his hips back and broke the kiss to gasp my name. His lower back arched as his shoulders pressed back against my chest. He came long and hard, an orgasm that wracked his body and left him lying pliant and boneless against me.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. He was so brilliant when he came, so unselfconscious and expressive—and I was the one who’d made him look like that. My cock was so fucking hard against him, and he smiled when he felt it, wiggling a little so the cleft of his ass rubbed against me.
“What do you want?” he asked slow and lazy, sounding a little drunk on the aftershocks of his orgasm. “My mouth?”
“No, baby.” I kept one arm wrapped around his chest, holding him against me, and the other I shoved in between our bodies to wrap around my own cock. “You don’t have to do a thing. Just stay like this.”
“Mmkay,” Heath murmured, tipping his head back for a kiss.
“You’re so good for me.” I jerked myself off fast and rough, a counterpoint to the slow, lazy kiss. My own orgasm was easy, a punch of comfortable pleasure, so different from the roiling, powerful one I’d had when we’d fucked. But this was good, too—more than good.
I helped him out of the bath and bundled him in a big, plush towel again, using the damp one to dry his hair. Then I led him back to my bed and dressed him in some of my clothes: a pair of clean shorts and a sweatshirt that hung to mid-thigh on him.
“I like you in my clothes,” I said as I pulled him into the bed.
“I look ridiculous,” he said.
“Not at all.” I pulled on a pair of boxers and fell into bed with him. We lay side by side, facing each other. Heath looked better now—more color