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“I walked, actually.”
“Careful, Huntsman, that sounds like a challenge. Are you saying I didn’t make good on my promise?” He lowered his tone. “Upset about that?”
He was silent a long moment before finally whispering in a hiss, “It took me like fifteen minutes just to get myself out of bed. Happy, asshole?”
Chuckling, Odin reached for the bottle of body wash, squeezing a good amount in his palm before rubbing his hands together. He kept his touch light as he stroked down Hunter’s shoulders, following the curve of his spine. When he reached the rise of his ass, he stopped his descent, bringing his hands around Hunter’s hips to his front. The move had him shifting closer so he could wrap his arms around him as he trailed his hands up Hunter’s abs and over the rise of his pecs. He smeared soap everywhere he touched, fingers lingering a little over the curve of his left collarbone before moving to the other.
“Having fun?” Hunter’s husky, low-spoken voice cut through the sound of the shower spray.
Behind him, the corner of Odin’s mouth tipped up. “I am. You?”
Hunter was quiet for a minute, standing still as Odin continued to wash him. “I’m still sore from last night.”
The tentative way he spoke had Odin gentling his touch even more. “I didn’t come in here for that.”
“Touch me lower,” Hunter surprised him by saying. He took him by the left wrist and brought his hand down until the tips of Odin’s fingers were touching his cock. “Here.”
Despite his first comment, the Huntsman was hard for him.
Odin grinned. “Should I?”
Hunter stiffed in his arms. “I’m not about to beg.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” Although, he wasn’t above admitting that was a pretty picture in his mind now. His Huntsman, down on his knees, water sloshing across his back as he stared up at Odin through wet bangs and—
He wrapped his fingers around Hunter’s hard length and gave one solid stroke down to the flushed head of his cock. He was already sticky with precome for him, and Odin groaned, burying his face against the curve of Hunter’s throat as he worked him with measured pumps of his fist.
Hunter’s frantic breathing filled the shower stall, soft at first, so the sounds were almost entirely swallowed by the rushing of water. But they increased in volume the longer Odin jerked him off. He leaned back into him, resting his weight across Odin’s chest as he moaned.
There was a good chance this was a test of some kind; Odin wasn’t a fool. There had to be a reason for his Huntsman to suddenly go from outright rejecting him to literally placing his hand on his cock for him. The only other time this had occurred, he’d been hopped up on Magic Mirror, a drug made to help get people in the mood.
Magic Mirror, a drug pushed exclusively by the Snow Family’s section of the Brumal, didn’t make someone horny enough that they’d lay with anybody that came along. Instead, it heightened the attraction someone already felt for another person. Though he’d never taken it himself, Odin understood it led to a good time and was also one of his bestselling products. Considering he was the King of the Red Light Districts all across the globe, that led to hefty sums lining his pockets every month.
Yet he’d been tempted to find the nearest warehouse and burn it to the ground after Magic Mirror had been used against Hunter. Even if it’d led to their first time and the revelation that Hunter was a Whisper.
“Come for me,” Odin pressed a kiss to the curve of his ear, “my Whisper.”
Hunter let out a strangled sound and came, spurting across the shower to smear the far wall with his spunk. He twitched in Odin’s hold as his orgasm racked through him, the noises continuing to rise in his throat as his cock was stroked through the entire ordeal.
Odin didn’t let go until he’d slumped back into him, needing support to remain on his feet. He clutched him close, wrapping his arms around Hunter’s waist, giving him a moment to collect himself. All the while, he stared at the come on the wall, a sick sense of pride swirling in the center of his chest.
He’d done that. He’d made Hunter find release, had made him cry out, moan, and shake. Whether the Huntsman continued to deny it or not, there was physical proof before them. He wanted Odin back, wanted his body, and his hands. His mouth and his cock.
And Odin wanted to give it to him. Wanted to bend him over right here and now and thrust into his hole hard and deep.
But he wouldn’t.
Once he was certain Hunter could stand on his own again, he removed an arm and reached back to get more soap. Then he cleaned his front. The two remained silent as he worked, but Odin didn’t mind, focusing on making sure he got every inch of him washed.
After, he shut off the spray and stepped out, grabbing a towel and reaching back to help Hunter out after him. He dried him off first, paying special attention to his inky colored hair, the wet strands shining in the overhead lighting.
“I’ll wait in the other room,” Hunter told him when he’d finished and had started to dry himself. He didn’t meet Odin’s gaze as he slipped out of the bathroom, quietly clicking the door shut behind him.
Odin took his time drying himself off, and then collected the clothing he’d discarded carelessly onto the ground. He rolled them into a ball and tossed them into the hamper, then exited with a towel slung low around his hips to find Hunter sitting on the edge of the bed.
For all intents and purposes, he truly looked as if he’d been waiting. He hadn’t bothered to dress and was still only in the towel Odin had wrapped around him. The couple minutes alone seemed to have done the trick for him, however, and he tipped his head back and locked eyes with Odin when he heard him approach.
Reaching out, Odin brushed a strand of hair off Hunter’s forehead. Then, when the other man didn’t react or pull away, he took it a step further and dove his fingers through those still-damp strands. Hunter let him at first, but when he cupped the back of his head and slowly leaned in, the Huntsman turned away.
