𝕶𝖊𝖑𝖑

Shifting up behind the younger man, he ignored the soft splash of water and ran his hands up and then down his back.

When he leaned over to whisper lowly into his ear, his hips pressed forward; the tip of his length, already mostly hard again just from watching, against his entrance to test the waters, “Are you always going to be this willing, baby boy? Or do you plan on fighting me at some point?”