to Micah’s every whim. He stared at Micah’s stretched lips and, leaning to the side, at Micah’s perfect cock, so hard it curved upwards, foreskin drawn back from the dark pink head.
Clutching Travis’s ass cheeks in both hands, Micah only paused to draw in some air through his widened nostrils. Then he sucked again, forcing Travis’s cock into his throat.
Knees weak, Travis spread his arms and braced himself on the shower walls. Micah’s eyes drifted closed, lashes fluttering, and he pulled on Travis’s hips.
“Micah, oh, hell. Oh, fuck! I’m close. Sweetheart! What are you… Fuck!”
The nimble, surprisingly strong hands tugged, and Travis thrust carefully. Micah made Travis fuck his throat and moaned from deep within when Travis finally understood and kept the rhythm. Micah’s movements were unskilled, seemingly driven by pure instinct, a blissful expression on his face when Travis sank deep. Travis’s balls drew up painfully.
Micah choked on the next thrust, but he dug his nails into Travis’s ass, forcing Travis to cut his breath again. With a groan, Travis cupped the back of Micah’s head and rocked his hips faster. Micah’s throat squeezed his cockhead, his soft tongue gliding along the underside, and Travis vibrated with pleasure. He let go. Micah didn’t want him to be careful. Travis went as far as he could, holding Micah’s head to him, and Micah took the rough throat fucking, still except for his hands squeezing Travis’s ass muscles greedily.
It took only a minute. Micah shuddered and keened around his length, gasping for air, his hands bruising Travis’s ass. Travis stared, wide-eyed.
Micah was going to come untouched.
Mouth gaping, saliva dripping down his chin, Micah shivered and sobbed, trying to recapture Travis’s cock while his erection jerked in the air, a dollop of white cum bubbling up. Ecstasy obliterated Travis, and his vision went black. Micah swallowed around him and lapped up his cum, crying out with his own orgasm between gulps and soft choking sounds.
Shaking all over, Travis crumpled on the shower floor. He grabbed Micah’s hips and consumed his entire length, sucking the last drops of cum out of him. Micah’s palms slapped the tiles as he spasmed and shouted.
When Micah yanked on his hair, Travis relented. Furious suction turned into gentle kisses, and he made love to Micah’s softening cock. Then he captured Micah’s lips and tugged his lover’s lithe body into his arms.
“Micah sweetheart, that was…damn. You’re incredible.”
Instead of replying, Micah licked inside his mouth, and the tastes of their pleasure mingled. The kiss deepened, their tongues tangled, and Micah hummed.
“Love how we taste together,” he murmured and sucked on Travis’s tongue. “Love your cock.” Another kiss, deep and long. “Will you fuck me, Travis? Please, fuck me.”
Travis squeezed Micah to his chest and buried his face in the crook between Micah’s neck and shoulder, trying to calm the storm raging through his veins. His knees and shins slid on the wet hard tiles, aching as he supported Micah’s body in his lap, but he didn’t care about anything but Micah’s skin against his. He needed to hold his mate, surround him, wrap himself all around the sweet, writhing body.
“You can’t do things like this.”
“What things?” Micah asked innocently.
“You came just from sucking me, and now you’re asking me to fuck you. Micah, my crazy little monster, you’re making me reckless.”
“So what?”
Travis cupped Micah’s cheeks and looked into his sultry, turquoise eyes. “We need to be careful now. It’ll feel different for you.”
“I know. I want you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Micah blinked, and his expression slowly morphed from lustful and teasing to serious. His hands stroked over Travis’s shoulders and down his arms. “I don’t think you can, Travis.”
No, he couldn’t. In mere three weeks, Micah had become the weight point of his entire existence. Any decisions Travis made from now on, anywhere he went, whatever he did, Micah would be his priority.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and when he reopened them, Micah was looking at him patiently, waiting for him to gather his bearings.
“I used to lie awake when you were in my arms. I don’t think I slept more than five hours a day. I have your face memorized to the last freckle.” Travis swallowed. “And last week, I sat in the living room to work, but I never got anything done because I spent hours staring at your silhouette when you studied on the patio. I was desperate for you to love me back. Dammit, Micah, I sneaked into the laundry room to smell your