“Gotta save water by showering with your boyfriend.”
“I do, huh?”
“Just in case there's a spontaneous drought.”
My expression is solemn.
“I'm willing to do my part, for the sake of the planet.”
“Thought you might.”
Dimming the lights, I follow behind him.
Lathering body wash in my hands, I soap his back and shoulders.
He keeps one arm out of the water.
He’s still trying to preserve his inky stars as long as possible.
“That rough unshaved look is doing things to me,” I confess.
I stroke a hand across his jaw.
“It is?”
His eyes are playful.
Bodies slippery and warm, we fold into each other.
Rinsing the dust and sweat from our hair, water curls around the drain.
There’s no such thing as flaccid when I shower with this man.
Still… I choose to behave, because we’re well within earshot.
He might not feel like a guest, but I do.
We should at least wait until after dinner.
Until the lights go out.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
Marco has other ideas.
He teases a line across my pelvis with his cock.
I can’t pretend I don’t like it.
We let ourselves hover as close as possible to the edge of temptation.
No need to succumb. Not yet.
But he loves to flirt.
And I let him.
Drying off, he rubs a towel slowly between my legs just enough to…
