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“Try not to fall asleep on my side again.”
“I only do that to get it warm for you.” He winks, looking comfortable and like he's always belonged in my bed. The moment his gaze drifts to the movie, I disappear into the bathroom, take off my clothes, and step into the steaming water. To my surprise, I smile at the creak of the opening door, and it doesn't take long for the shower curtain to pull open behind me.
“It's kind of hard for you to warm my spot when you're in here,” I say, turning around, pressing my hands to my sides to keep from resting them on his hips instead. They itch to touch him and I don't know if that's what he needs right now, so I stay where I am, waiting for him to come to me. It's crazy how quickly things change. I'm still unsure what's happening between us, but I can't stop the curiosity running through my head. Maybe this is nothing and if it is, then what can it hurt to keep going?
He dips his head. The confidence he was barely getting back before I left the room has already disappeared before it even had a chance to fully bloom. “I heard a noise outside—like scraping against the window—and I didn't want to be alone.”
“You're not alone now.” I step back so he can come under the water with me.
Accepting my invitation, he moves forward enough for our toes to touch. “No. No, I'm not.”
“Did you at least pause the movie?”
“Yeah. I started it over first so we can watch the whole thing together.” His blue eyes latch on to mine like a lifeline.
“What is it, burrito? If you need something else just tell me what it is. We don't have to play the guessing game all the time.” I hook my fingers under his chin.
“I can still smell him on me and I don't want to, but I don't have the energy to move much.”
“You want me to wash you?”
He rubs his face against my palm and I almost believe he really wants this. To be here with me. To share all this normal together.But he doesn't. I don't want that either.This is nothing.He needs to be able to do his job and I need to… Fuck, I don't know what I need anymore.
“Yes. Please, Daddy.”
Fucking Christ. That name. At first it was weird, then it confused me, and now… I like hearing it more than I should. So much, I'm ready for him to say it again.
“Alright,” I finally say, my heart doing a weird jump in my chest. Sticking my hand out of the curtain, I reach for a washcloth from the cabinet above the toilet. Phillip stands where I left him, eyeing me closely as I soap it up. I clean his face, neck, chest, and then gently run the rough material over his nipples before sliding under his arms.
“Tell me if you ever need me to stop, okay?”
Nodding, he spreads his legs and I lower my hand, inching toward his inner thigh. I wash him around his cock and he moans when I finally come in contact with it. “None of that right now, burrito. Not after what happened.”
As I pull away, he latches on to my hand and drags it back to his cock, his eyes giving me a silent plea. “I'm in charge right now, right? I get to say what you do and when you stop?”
“Yes.” Pulling back his foreskin, I wash his hardening length from tip to bottom.
“Then I need this. And you said whatever I needed, didn't you? Please give me that.”
“For me to do more than wash you?”
“No.” He rocks into my hand, breathing deeply. “Control. I want to take it back with you.”
My heart feels like it's expanding in my chest. If I was someone else right now, he'd be asking them the same thing.This is nothing.
“Alright,” I say again. A word I find myself saying to him often. I quicken my strokes and he fucks into the cloth, placing his hands on my shoulders to steady himself as he loses balance.
“Get the other side now.” His arms drop to his sides and he spins around. I trail the cloth down his back, focusing on the outside of his ass before sliding down his crack. His feet squeak against the tub, unable to stay still as I massage between his cheeks and outside his hole.
“Inside too.” He lets out a throaty moan.
“You sure?” I check with him again, always wanting to make sure.
“Yes.”
“I can't get in there like this.” I kiss his shoulder, not sure what impulsed me to. “Wait here. I'll be back.”
I quickly go to the bedroom to grab some lube. It's the first time I'll be using this bottle with someone else. Phillip is resting his head on the wall with his arms and legs spread out, waiting for me. Stepping behind him, I slick up one finger and press it to his tight pucker.
