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It didn’t take long before our hard-ons were even slipperier than when we started. The steam, the pre-cum, the fact both of us had sweat rolling down our bodies. With anyone else, it would have been gross, but I wanted to lick every inch of Misha clean, to savor the salt and the tang and everything else about him.
As if he could read my mind, Misha kissed me again and licked into my mouth, swirling his tongue with mine. Down below, our cocks mimicked the motion, sliding around each other within the confines of his expert hand. His other hand dropped between us, joining in on the fun, adding another dimension to the stroking and sliding. He pulled his mouth from mine, trailing kisses down the side of my neck.
Out of nowhere, a new warmth caressed the head of my dick and there was even more slip, like he’d miraculously produced lube from somewhere.
I sucked in a gasp of heavy, humid air and looked down. Once I saw what he’d done, I promptly expelled it again in wonder. Instead of laying side by side, or being stacked on top of one another, our lengths were tip-to-tip. The warmth and the reason for the lube sensation was because he’d managed to slip the head of my cock inside his own foreskin. The two crowns rubbed against one another, exchanging pre-cum like lovers kissing.
“Oh my God,” I exhaled. I couldn’t help but touch the outside of the velvety skin, stretched thin by the inclusion of my head.
Misha covered my hand with his and gripped us again, letting me feel where we were joined as he slid our hands back and forth slowly, concentrating on the ends instead of the whole length.
I threaded my fingers through his hair with my free hand and pulled him down to my mouth, kissing him harder than before. His grip tightened around mine and he groaned against my mouth. I had a feeling he was getting close. I knew I sure as hell was.
Jerking his hips back, he disengaged our cocks and took them in our joint hands again so they both pointed upward. The undersides rubbed together with each stroke, pushing us both closer to the edge.
“You’re going to make me come doing that,” I said between my teeth, stealing a glance over my shoulder at the door.
“I hope so.” As soon as I turned to face him, his lips were on mine again.
The first spray of cum shot over our hands like a volcano. I didn’t know if it was me, or him, or both, because we were too busy panting and moaning into each kiss, trying to stay quiet and failing miserably. I was also trying not to lose my balance from what was now surely dehydration and the fact every orgasm he gave me felt like my whole body was coming undone.
Pulling away with a ragged breath, Misha rested his forehead against mine and exhaled slowly, becoming a Zen master once more.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admitted, feeling the need to explain my amateur surprise from a moment ago. “Docking, I mean. Heard about it. Never did it.”
“What did you think?”
“It was really fucking hot.”
Chuckling softly, Misha snagged his towel off the bench and cleaned us both off with one of the corners. Once he was done, he wrapped it around his waist again, carefully tucking the dirty corner on the inside so it wasn’t glaringly obvious what had happened.
“Ready to cool down?” he asked.
I finished adjusting my own towel and nodded. “Yeah. It’s getting hard to breathe.”
“Come on.” He took my elbow and led me through the thick steam back to the door, nudging it open and pausing, randomly, before he pushed it open the rest of the way. Maybe it was to make sure he didn’t smack someone in the face, a la Nolan.
In a room across the hall, two empty padded tables were set up in the center and a huge tub of water stood on the far side. It smelled like essential oils. Relaxing music played through some hidden speakers, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
“Get in the tub,” Misha said, tipping his chin toward the giant basin.
I climbed the steps on the side and ran my hand through the water before whirling toward him. “Fuck no.”
Laughing, he handed me a little glass of ice water he’d poured at the side table. “Get in the tub.”
“Youget in the tub! It is one step above freezing. I’m not getting in there.”
“You need to cool your core temperature down. This is the best way.” He tossed back his own glass of ice water and tugged his towel off for the second time before climbing the steps and wading into the water like it was a soothing hot tub instead of a pool meant for a polar bear.
He took a breath and submersed himself beneath the water completely, staying under there for nearly a minute before resurfacing and swiping the water off of his face. “See?”
“I didnotsign up for this,” I muttered, forcing myself into the water and doing my best not to have any sort of reaction as the freezing cold latched onto my skin.
“You’re doing great.”
“I hate you.” My teeth were chattering by the time I sank into the water, my shoulders hunched beneath the surface as I tried to retain some form of body heat.
After what felt like three hours, Misha held a hand out to me and led me back out of the tub. He wrapped me in a huge, fluffy robe and pressed another glass of water into my hand before pointing at one of the beds. “Go lay down for a bit. It’s part of the process.”
