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“I asked for a room with a tub that was big enough to fuck my boyfriend in.”
Tyler turned his head back over his shoulder, and nearly slipped under the water. “You did not.”
“Of course I did—what’s the point of making a reservation at a place that’s hoity-toity enough to never bat an eye at anything if you don’t put their hoity-toityness to the test?”
Tyler hummed. “Did they pass?”
Josh’ hands skimmed softly down his chest, rippling the steaming water. “Sadly, yes. All I got was a ‘very good, sir’ and a polite question as to if I would like them to make sure the bathroom was stocked with the very finest silicone-based lube available.”
Tyler started snickering.
“It was tragic,” Josh insisted, stroking from his chest to his thighs and back up.
It was fast, so fast it was dizzying, the shift from lazy, indulgent lounging to the kind of want that made the breath catch in his throat, that made him flush hot everywhere. “Josh.”
“I’ve never fucked you in the tub before.” Strong arms slid around his waist, and he was so warm, warm and heavy.
“No…”
“I’m going to.”
“Please…”
He had to kneel up for a bit while Josh lubed him with slow, patient strokes, teasing him until he put his head down and moaned, pushing himself back for more. The silicone was different—frictionless, limiting sensation to stretching and pressure.
He wasn’t really sure if he liked it until he found his eyes rolling back in his head and his thighs flexing, arching for more. That was kind of a clue.
Josh’ lubed cock slid into him effortlessly—all Tyler could do was gasp and shiver, suddenly and abruptly so full he ached. Josh drew him back in the hot water with Tyler spread out on top of him, and just like that Tyler was weightless and hot and almost painfully hard, his flushed-red cock pushing up out of the water. “Fuck,” he said softly, leaning the back of his head on Josh’ chest. “That feels amazing.”
His hips started moving on their own until Josh held him, kept him still.
“Slow,” Josh breathed in his ear. “I want to stay here a while.”
He didn’t even realize exactly when he started moaning, but he was—floating in Josh’ strong arms and moaning, full and slick and so hard and so hot, his thigh muscles shaking, rippling the water. When Josh took his cock in hand he cried out softly, helplessly, pushing into his grip—
“Keep still.”
“Can’t—”
“You can,” teasing him, reassuring him. “Just… let me.”
Tyler’s every muscle was quivering and he almost came, but he gulped a breath and hung on and didn’t, then fell into some strange other space where he was just… open, open and waiting, his eyes closed but his mouth open, panting softly.
“That’s so good—you feel so good. So hot. So tight. I love fucking you.” Josh was moving in him now, slow and gentle and sweetly torturous, lifting and sliding him, hands on his thighs, his cock, his chest, his balls—hands everywhere, he could feel Josh everywhere.
“I need—Josh, please—I need to come.”
“Nope,” Josh said in his ear—quite cheerfully for someone who was being a total dick. “We’re not there yet.”
Another lift, slide, push, lighting him up from inside. “We just got started.”
He made a noise that made him make a mental note to never, ever admit to making. Josh chuckled and kept fucking him, light touches and teases and moving in him so deeply. His nipples hardened when Josh brushed over them, and when Josh’ fingers twisted lightly, slick and spiky pleasure-pain, he thrashed a little.
“No, you don’t,” Josh was breathing fast, and the hands that clamped down on his hips were shaking. “I could come in you—get you off—in about three seconds, but. Not. Yet.” A gasp in his ear. “I just want to stay here… fill you up… fuck your sweet ass until I can’t stand it any more.”
Time kind of fell apart after that. There was just want, and heat, and the deep, twisting ache in his balls, his cock, his ass while he hung, suspended, on the edge. He was pretty sure he was begging. He was also pretty sure that Josh was laughing at him, but as long as Josh kept fucking him and touching him and gently biting his neck, he just didn’t care.
“Okay,” Josh said behind him, his voice so low and husky it was hard to understand him. “Don’t come ‘till I tell you.”
That was… monstrously unfair, completely unfair when Josh was obviously going for it, pumping into him and—groaning, right in his ear, low, lush, pleasured groans that made him bite his lip and whimper. Josh’ hands on his hips squeezed so tight it hurt, so tight it made his cock throb and his nipples tingle, and he was spread and fucked and used and he could feel Josh getting ready to come, thrusting into him until water sloshed over the edge of the tub. He was on the edge, his hands curled to fists to keep them away from himself while Josh fucked him hard and fast and came, gasping, shaking, shooting hot and heavy inside him, one sharp pulse after another.
“So good—fuck—you’re so good come, you can… come for me now.”
Tyler braced himself and hung on and came so hard his vision whited out, riding Josh’ still-throbbing cock without even touching his own, crying out high and helpless over and over, getting off until he could no longer move, until he was just a limp, floating pile of bliss.
“I… kind of hate you,” he said through numb lips when he could, still slutting himself on Josh’ cock while aftershocks washed through him. “You’re terrible.”
Josh laughed. “You love the fuck out of me. And you think I’m awesome.”
Tyler snorted. “And so modest.”
Josh cupped his face and turned it, kissing him. “Oh yeah? You try fucking someone sexy and amazing as you are, and see how modest you feel afterwards.”
He had to duck under the water to hide his blush.