"You. You're funny. You walk around like you invented sex and right now you're—you're—"
"I'm what."
"Coming apart in my hand."
His grin is slow. Filthy. Proud, almost—like I have just earned something from him.
"Yeah, baby." His thumb traces my lower lip. "I am. Whose fault is that."
"Mine."
"Yours. Say it again."
"Mine."
"Good."
He kisses me.
It is not gentle. His hand fists in my wet hair and he pulls my mouth to his and his tongue pushes past my teeth and his other hand has moved to my ass, kneading, holding me hard against him so that my cock and his cock are pressed against each other under my hand. I keep stroking him. I am stroking us both, now, his cock against my belly with my fist around it, and his teeth catch my lower lip and his hips are rocking and the bond between us is so loud I cannot tell which of our heartbeats is which—
He pulls back hard.
Both hands on my shoulders. Holding me at arm's length.
"Stop," he gasps. "Stop, stop,stop. Hold."
I freeze. My hand falls away from him.
"What—Zero—did I—"
"No.No. Don't apologize. Look at me."
I look at him. His pupils are blown out. His mouth is wet. His chest is heaving and his cock is flushed dark and twitching against his stomach and he looks like a man holding the end of a leash he is about to drop.
"You did nothing wrong. I am—I am going to come on your stomach in about ten seconds if I keep going, and I made a deal. And I am a man of my fucking word."
"...the deal."
"You wash. I suck. You did your part. More than your part. Get against the tile."
"Zero—"
"Tile."
He guides me by the hips. The cold ceramic hits my shoulder blades and I hiss and he laughs, low, against my collarbone, and presses an open kiss into the hollow of my throat that goes straight to the base of my spine.
"Spread your legs a little. There. Like that."
He kneels.
The image of it lands in my head before any of the sensation does. Zero. Zero. On his knees in front of me. Black hair plastered to his skull, water running down his shoulders, his hands wrapped around my thighs holding them apart, his face turned up to look at me through the spray.
He looks like a fucking dark God. My own personal demon.
He sees me staring.
"What."
