Steam curled around me as hot water cascaded down. I stepped under the spray, tilting my head back and letting it soak my hair, run down my face, my neck, my chest. Droplets clung to my eyelashes as I gazed into the camera, imagining Ken’s eyes on the other side, his intense gaze making my heart stutter.
My hands moved over my skin, following well-worn paths now electrified, every nerve ending alive. Each caress, each stroke tingled with sweet anticipation, knowing he was watching me. I turned, offering the camera a view of my back and ass as I reached for the soap.
The lather built between my palms, its scent mingling with the steamy air. I took my time spreading it across my skin, each movement a dance, a tease, a promise to Ken. I ran my fingers through my wet hair, slicking it back as I faced the camera once more. The heat of the water, the intensity of my movements, the thought of Ken watching—it all just ramped up my hunger and need for the man on the other side of the camera.
I braced one hand against the shower wall, letting the other trail down my stomach, lower and lower. My eyes never left the camera as I took myself in hand, a low moan escaping my lips. The sound was nearly drowned out by the rush of water, but I knew the mic would pick it up.
As I stroked myself, I thought of Ken. Not just his body, but his laugh, his kindness, the way he looked at me like I was something precious. It wasn’t just lust driving my movements now, but love—deep, all-consuming love.
The pressure inside me wound tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap. I leaned back on the cool tile, my right hand tugging roughly on my cock as my left hand pinched my nipples. My movements grew erratic, a desperate urgency overtaking me.
I closed my eyes and moaned louder now—the edge was near, so achingly near…
The bathroom door flung open, and Ken stumbled in, his shirt askew and hanging off one shoulder. His wild eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the world paused in a suspended instant of mutual longing, desire and hunger swirling in his eyes, mirroring my own.
He kicked off his shoes, nearly tripping as he hopped on one foot to yank off his socks. I grinned as he leaped into the shower, pants still clinging to his hips.
Then Ken’s lips were on mine, hot and insistent. We groaned into each other’s mouths as I tugged at his drenched shirt. Ken raised his arms, letting me peel the soaked fabric off his body. It landed on the shower floor with a wet slap.
“These have got to go,” I murmured, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants. The denim clung stubbornly to his skin, and we both laughed at that, wrestling with the clingy material until it finally gave way and we stood bare before each other, skin glistening under the spray, water droplets sliding down our bodies.
Ken’s hands cupped my face, thumbs tracing my cheekbones with a tenderness that made my heart swell. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rush of water.
I shook my head, kissing his temple. “You,” I murmured. “Look at how perfect you are.” I turned his head so that he saw the camera set up, reflecting our tangled bodies, his pale smooth skin contrasted with my darker, hairier muscles. “I love your body, Ken.”
Then I kneeled in front of him, my knees meeting the cold tile, and trailed kisses down Ken’s torso to his hard cock. My hands roamed, exploring the curve of his ass, the taut muscles of his thighs. Parting his legs enough to give me room, I leaned in, my tongue darting out to trace the head of his cock. Ken shuddered, his hands gripping the shower wall for support.
I took him in my mouth, my hands bracing his hips, and sucked gently, my eyes never leaving his. He threw his head back with a soft moan, water cascading over his face, mingling with the pleasure I was giving him.
Ken’s fingers threaded through my hair, his touch gentle, guiding without forcing. My tongue swirled around the sensitive head, then pressing against the thick vein under his shaft before swallowing him deeper, taking him down my throat. Ken’s hips bucked, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I saw his desire building, his body trembling right on the edge of that cliff as he watched us on that screen.
I wanted to taste him, all of him, but I wanted to give him more.
I wanted to show him what he did to me.
With a final languid lick, I released him from my mouth and pressed a soft kiss to his hip. “Turn around,” I murmured, guiding him to face the shower tile, his backside to me. “Tell me what you see.”
Ken turned and braced his hands on the wall, offering himself to me with a low groan as he faced the camera. “You… your mouth on me—ahh,” he whimpered, clawing at the tile as I spread his ass cheeks and pressed my mouth to him, my tongue darting out to trace the sensitive rim of his ass. “Yes, God, please…”
He was taut beneath me, his muscles tensing with each swipe of my tongue. His breath came in quick gasps, his head fallingforward. I reached around, stroking him, my movements in sync with the rhythm of my mouth.
“Marc,” he breathed, his voice broken, desire in the air. “I can’t…”
Turning my head slightly, I caught sight of us on the camera screen, Ken’s legs spread wantonly, with me kneeling behind him, my face pressed into his pale ass.
It was pornographic, the picture we made, and it spurred me on. I wanted to drive him to the edge. I wanted to watch my sweet, gentle man fall apart, wanted to feel him shudder.
I wanted him to forget himself, to be consumed by his orgasm.
My tongue delved deeper, my strokes quickening, my thumbs caressing the sensitive skin just behind his balls.
“Fuck, Marc, I—” Ken’s body bucked against mine, his control snapping as he cried out again and again. His spunk coated my hand, and I continued to stroke him through it, my lips and tongue relentless until he was spent, knees buckling.
I stood, my lips tingling, and held him against me, his back to my chest, his head resting on my shoulder. “Look at us,” I murmured, as he opened his eyes and stared at the camera with me.
We stood there, my arms wrapped around him, the shower still raining down, washing away the traces of our passion. Ken’s breath evened, his body relaxing into mine. I nuzzled into his hair, my eyes falling closed, content in the moment.
A minute later, after we cleaned off, I switched off the water. Ken, flushed from the heat, watched me with eyes still hazy with desire. I reached past him, my fingers brushing against his hip as I snagged a towel from the rack.
