Inside the bathroom, Dylan could be seen facing the glass door, moaning softly with his eyes closed, his wet palms pressed against the smooth surface as steam clouded around them. Water trickled down his back in slow streams, his breathing uneven and shaky.
And where exactly was Sebastian while all this was going on?
He was on the floor behind Dylan, buried between his thighs, making all those sinful sounds leave Dylan's mouth.
After entering the bath, Sebastian had dropped Dylan gently on the tiled floor and turned on the shower.
At first, he had simply washed them both carefully, rubbing soap over Dylan's skin with slow hands before rinsing him clean under the warm water. But one thing had led to another, and now he was busy rimming Dylan and making him feel at ease—at least that was what Sebastian had claimed he was trying to do.
The truth was that Sebastian had become addicted to every reaction Dylan gave him.
