His palms braced against the tile while I positioned myself behind him. He was claiming me.My legs widened instinctively.A finger slipped in, slow and assured, stretching me with soap and water. Gay sex One hand rested at his neck with subtle pressure. I leaned closer and skin met skin as the heat swelled. Water poured over us as I pressed our bodies together. Another followed. He pushed back into me as I came.When I finally pulled out, I turned him gently to face me. He wasn’t just preparing me. Close. His palms braced against the tile while I positioned myself behind him. The bathroom filled with steam so quickly it felt like stepping into another world. There was no reason to. The water muffled everything except sensation.Once buried to the hilt, I waited a moment longer, then began to move. Thank you for your support. 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.
