The more steps Aaren took, the more come trickled out of him.
It wasn’t until the door was locked that Hades turned the lights on. He gripped Aaren’s hips and guided him into the shower. “Hands on the wall. Feet apart.”
“Are you going to frisk me?” Aaren blurted.
Hades took the showerhead off its cradle and turned it on. Still dressed in his pants, he stepped close behind Aaren and pushed two fingers into Aaren’s ass, opening him roughly. Aaren gasped, his body growing hot. Hades aimed the shower spray at his hole.
“I’m making you mine again,” Hades growled softly in his ear.
The spray was a hundred points of steady pressure beating on Aaren’s hole. Some of it went inside, more when Hades brought the showerhead closer and opened his fingers wider. Aaren whimpered, clutching at the wall for support. Thick fluid dripped out of him. Hades swirled his fingers around inside.Then he pulled them out and turned off the shower, unscrewing the showerhead.
“A deeper rinse this time. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
Aaren hadn’t thought the nickname would make him feel so relieved. He had thought... Maybe Hades had lost some respect for him, or maybe he was mad at Aaren. But Hades touched him with the same care as before.
Hades opened him up again, and a thick jet of water shot into Aaren’s hole.
Aaren cried out.
“Shh,” Hades said.
He sent the jet of water into Aaren in short pulses, almost like he was fucking Aaren with it. Before Aaren could say something, Hades pushed the hose’s opening against Aaren’s hole and cranked the faucet handle, so water pounded into him.
Aaren almost came right there; he was shaking so hard. “H-Hades!”
“Mine,” Hades growled. He let the water hammer into Aaren for a bit longer, before turning it off and screwing the showerhead back on. Aaren pressed his forehead against the shower tiles. How had Hades almost made him come with justwater?Ballus had not even managed that.
Hades pushed his fingers back into Aaren, three this time, and held him stretched open so the water could drain out.
Aaren shuddered, clenching around Hades’ fingers.
“So sensitive for me,” Hades murmured, stretching Aaren wider. “He didn’t even get you this close with his cock.”
His zipper rasped loudly in the bathroom. Aaren whimpered, growing wetfast.Then a hot arm wrapped around his chest and lifted him off his feet, holding him against the tiled wall at the same time a thick cock pushed in, lighting up all his nerves.
He came with Hades just a few inches inside him, a choked sound falling from his mouth.
“That’s it,” Hades purred, shoving more of his cock inside. “You’remine.All you need is a bit of my cock, and you’re shooting like a firehose.”
He buried the rest of his cock inside Aaren. Aaren came again, helplessly, shoving his hands over his mouth to hold back his sounds.
“You were made just for me,” Hades murmured in his ear, even as he pulled out and thrust back in. He held Aaren against the wall and slammed him into another orgasm, then another, until Aaren couldn’t breathe. He was completely sensitive all over, Hades’ bare chest against his back, the open fly of Hades’ pants pressing against his ass every time he fucked in fully.
“This is where you belong,” Hades added, his breathing ragged. “On my cock.”
He kept thrusting until Aaren screamed into his hands. Then he kept on going until Aaren had cried himself hoarse, his hole completely loose around Hades’ cock. Aaren’s own cock jerked as he came, except he had no more come to release. Finally, Hades came, buried deep.
He was still holding Aaren up, his knot swelling in Aaren’s ass.
Ballus was still in the house, hopefully still passed out on the bed.
“Do you have any problem with this?” Hades growled.
Aaren shook his head. “I thought it was kind of hot when he used your come as lube. Even if he didn’t know it.”
Hades rumbled and rolled his hips, grinding his knot against Aaren’s prostate. Aaren shuddered, choking on his moan.
“Mine.” Hades fucked his knot deeper. “I told you, didn’t I? I’d fuck you twice as hard, make you come twice as much.”
