He didn’t leer, he simply watched, silently and steadily. Gay sex My breath lingered there, warm and deliberate. Our eyes stayed locked the entire time. I wasn’t really trying to relax, I was washing off the dust of the street, the grime of the train, and the lingering trace of him that still clung faintly to my lips. He stood there watching, saying nothing.Neither of us broke the silence.His hand rose to the hem of his hoodie, pulling it upward in one smooth motion. Lips pulling tight.The only sounds were water, suction, and the growing irregularity of my breathing.He controlled the moment completely.And I let him.When he finally released me, his lips parted with deliberate care. My breath lingered there, warm and deliberate. Until we couldn’t tell the steam from our skin.”You don’t speak of this,” I murmured.He tensed slightly, but didn’t respond.”This stays between us. Not tentative. My hand guided myself as I studied the way water ran down his back and into the curve of his ass.I leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck. It seemed to go on forever. More purposeful.Eyes stayed on mine as he settled into a rhythm.
