Neal is in his bed. In his bed and naked, hair a mess, hickeys on his neck, sheets tangled around his legs. Peter turns the temperature and strokes his cock, letting the spray beat down on his shoulders. It had been - he had been rough. He'd fucked Neal against the wall and then on the floor, coming twice before they even made it to the bed. Had draped Neal over the edge and spanked him before he'd let him come. It had been two weeks since their last time, and Neal had been hungry but Peter had been starving.
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The shower stall wasn't designed to hold two people. It's got walls on three sides and a sliding glass door on the fourth for him to lean against. Barely enough room between his spread legs for Neal to kneel, hands wrapped around Peter's thighs to hold them steady, the water not hitting him but the rising steam making him dizzy. He pulls Neal's wet hair and he slides off his cock with an obscene sound. Peter strokes his cock and comes on Neal's face, long white streaks, an intoxicating sight. Neal licks his lips and the water takes it away.
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He washes Neal's hair with his ridiculously expensive shampoo. Massages it through Neal's curls, over the crown of his head, behind his ears, the dip in his neck, and all over again. Keeps Neal pulled tight against his chest and they breathe together, the same steam and scent and air filling them both. Works the shampoo into a lather, from the roots to the ends and then just keeps rubbing. Slowly, Neal relaxes. Lets Peter support his weight. Closes his eyes and rocks his hips slowly, hard from the friction of the water and Peter's hands in his hair.
Shower Sex in 3 Drabbles
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The shower stall wasn't designed to hold two people. It's got walls on three sides and a sliding glass door on the fourth for him to lean against. Barely enough room between his spread legs for Neal to kneel, hands wrapped around Peter's thighs to hold them steady, the water not hitting him but the rising steam making him dizzy. He pulls Neal's wet hair and he slides off his cock with an obscene sound. Peter strokes his cock and comes on Neal's face, long white streaks, an intoxicating sight. Neal licks his lips and the water takes it away.
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He washes Neal's hair with his ridiculously expensive shampoo. Massages it through Neal's curls, over the crown of his head, behind his ears, the dip in his neck, and all over again. Keeps Neal pulled tight against his chest and they breathe together, the same steam and scent and air filling them both. Works the shampoo into a lather, from the roots to the ends and then just keeps rubbing. Slowly, Neal relaxes. Lets Peter support his weight. Closes his eyes and rocks his hips slowly, hard from the friction of the water and Peter's hands in his hair.