The shower takes longer than it was meant to.
Day's front is pressed against the last wall, Travis pounding at him from the back as the rainforest shower head covers most of the moans and sounds coming from both of them.
Travis's hands are gripping his waist, probably going to leave marks, but that doesn't even cross his mind or concern him.
not when Travis' bulbous head sheathed so deep inside him nudges against the bundle of nerves nestled inside him, and he sees stars.
Day has gotten bolder and more open to sex, the more they have it.
He feels freer every time Travis slides inside him.
He feels like a knot uncoils inside him every time he shatters and comes so hard his knees go jelly.
It has come to be a hobby, a thing he loves and wants to do so much.
He enjoys it so much that even though there should be other things to do, he doesn't mind or complain when Travis pulls him against him and then starts to undress and slide inside him.
