With one hand braced on the shower wall for support, Dom watched as Henry gave him one of the best blow jobs he’d ever had. His tongue teased the underside of Dom’s cock, his lips tight as he sucked him into his mouth and then pulled off, only to do it again and again, until Dom was gasping and muttering Henry’s name.
“Gonna come.”
Henry slid a hand round and over Dom’s arse, dipping in between his cheeks. When his finger rubbed over Dom’s hole, he shuddered, biting his lip, and pleasure gripped him low in his belly. Henry pushed the tip inside, and that was it. Game over.
Dom came with a groan, hips pushing forward as he shot down Henry’s throat.
Fuck me.
Dom’s heart hammered against his ribcage, his body all boneless and relaxed in a way only an orgasm could achieve. Henry glanced up at him, still on his knees with his hand fisting his cock. “Come up here.”
He helped Henry to his feet, pushed him against the tiled wall, and kissed him hard, his tongue thrusting into Henry’s mouth and tasting himself there. Henry moaned as Dom wrapped a hand over his. Together they stroked his cock, Henry’s head falling onto Dom’s shoulder as Dom took over.
“Close,” Henry mumbled, hands finding Dom’s shoulders, fingers digging in as he clung on. A couple more strokes was all it took before Henry shuddered.
“Fuck.”
Henry’s cock pulsed in Dom’s hand, come painting his belly before being washed away by the water raining down on them.
They took a moment to catch their breath, then Henry’s soft chuckle filled the air.
Dom grunted. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m so fucking glad I let you win at pool.”
“I knew it!” Dom smacked him lightly on the arse.
Henry leant into him, and Dom wrapped his arms around him to support him. “I have the best ideas.”
“You do.”
They stayed that way for a few moments longer, until Dom reached behind him to turn off the shower. As much as he didn’t want to move from where he stood with Henry pressed against him, a day’s worth of activities was starting to catch up with him and his body was heavy with lethargy.
“I can’t move,” Henry murmured, face smooshed into Dom’s neck.
Dom laughed. “I know, me neither, but I can’t stand up for much longer. And I’m starving.”
On cue, Henry’s belly rumbled so loudly it had them both chuckling.
“Yes, food.” Henry pushed open the shower door and stepped out. He handed Dom a towel and they quickly dried off, both dressing in their clothes from earlier.
They ate pizza that Henry had picked up from the shop and sat on the sofa watching whatever on the TV.
Exhausted and full, Dom settled back into the cushions, half leaning on Henry, and listened as he commented on the merits ofStrictly Come Dancing, eyes drifting closed.
He smiled to himself.
I could get used to this.
Chapter 6
“Dom.” Henry gently shook his shoulder but got no response. He chuckled. Dom was dead to the world.
Not that Henry was faring much better. His whole body felt heavy, eyelids doing their best to drop shut, but he knew if he fell asleep on the sofa, he’d regret it in a few hours when he woke with a stiff neck and back.
“Dom.” He tried again, voice a little louder this time, and Dom moaned in response, nose scrunching up and looking way too cute. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“Time’s it?” Dom opened his eyes, taking a moment to focus on Henry’s face.
