John’s cock. Moaning, John started moving again, his pleasure ratcheting higher each time Lukas made a choking sound and then whimpered.
“Fuck, I’m so close, baby,” he grunted as he thrust and held himself deep in Lukas’s mouth for a moment, then pulled all the way out and stared down in wonder at Lukas’s gasping, red face. “Let’s get in bed. I don’t have condoms or lube in here, and I want back in that hole.”
The hand on John’s hip dug in as Lukas gave a groaning whimper and curled over like he was in pain. A moment later, thick cum hit John’s foot and ankle, and Lukas moaned louder.
Chuckling, John ran his fingers through Lukas’s hair gently when Lukas sagged against him. “Or not.”
“Just give me a few minutes and I can go again,” Lukas muttered, still out of breath.
Ah, youth. John waited until Lukas stopped shuddering and his shoulders weren’t heaving with his pants, then reached down and grabbed him under his arms to haul him upright. Lukas opened his eyes to glare, but John just led him under the water stream again and carefully washed his groin.
Finished, he shut off the water and led the way out, Lukas much sturdier on his feet. He handed Lukas a towel and then quickly dried himself off, avoiding his hard dick as much as he could, the skin on his head and shaft too sensitive for the towel with how aroused he was.
“Hey, John?”
“Hm? Yeah, baby?” He had one foot up on the lid of the toilet and was bent over to dry his calf and foot. When Lukas didn’t respond, he glanced at him over his shoulder and paused, surprised to find Lukas’s eyes glued to his ass. He chuckled and leaned his forearm on his raised knee, twisting around more. “See something you like?”
It was hard to tell if Lukas’s cheeks were still flushed from his orgasm and their hot shower or if he was embarrassed at being caught staring, but it didn’t stop him from licking his lips and nodding at John’s question. “Yeah. Can I… Can I rim you? Would that be something you’d be into trying?”
John sucked in a breath and clenched the muscles in his ass involuntarily. When he spoke, his voice was little more than a croak. “Yeah, I think I could be.”
Lukas bit his lower lip, eyes glued to John’s round butt. The man squatted and bent and knelt and crawled all day, every day for his job—his ass was well-formed and muscular like his thighs and arms. It was just his midsection that was soft, and Lukas loved it.
“Good, because that’ll be a fast way to get me hard again,” he muttered, then scrubbed his hair once more with his towel and rehung it, running his fingers through the strands to straighten them.
John quickly finished drying off as well, and then they were kissing, plastered together as they stumbled on their forgotten clothes while trying to leave the bathroom without separating their mouths. Giggling, Lukas pulled away and turned and ran, leaping onto the bed. He flipped over and braced his elbows behind him, watching John prowl into the room, hard cock leading the way.
Lukas patted the bed next to him. “Get up here and lay on your stomach, head on the pillows.”
“So bossy,” John said, shaking his head like he was disappointed, but he did as Lukas said, arranging himself on his belly until he was comfortable. “Apparently, the apology blowjob is officially over, and you’re back to being a brat.”
Grinning, Lukas scrambled onto his knees and settled between John’s spread thighs, giving his ass a smack. “That was a damn fine apology blowjob.” When John glared back at him over his shoulder, Lukas winked. “It sure got me off.”
Snorting as he buried his face back into the pillows, John’s hips squirmed a little as he muttered, “Well, as long as you got off…”
Lukas didn’t bother responding. He cupped each of John’s ass cheeks in his hands and gently spread him apart, mindful of how weird it might feel for a guy who’d never had another man play with his ass before. John squirmed again but didn’t ask him to stop, and Lukas took a moment to look his fill. The soft, dark hairs on John’s upper thighs and cheeks were also found around his hole, and Lukas’s mouth watered at the sight.
“You gonna do something or…” John’s voice was a little tight, and Lukas noticed his hands were fisting the