Tattooed hands travel down into the soapy water, gliding over Earl’s wet body with relative ease. His fingers find the boy’s cock — tip already swollen — just below the water’s surface, and he grips it softly at first, letting slow strokes move waves against the bubbles forming around the tub.
—— ❝What about this?
His stroking picks up speed, warm breath clinging to the little’s ear while he coos. Zeke can’t help the smirk that hints at his features, nor the way his grip begins to grow more firmly, until it starts to squeeze. The dom’s muscles tense, free hand wandering up from the water and rubbing over the boy’s abs, chest, hips…
his stomach was smooth, warm to the touch even under the cover of the water. the knots that had tied themselves just underneath where Ezekiel’s hand slid across were slowly coiling up again, though this time not due to fear of contact, but due to pure and unbridled lust.
‘ N -- nn. ‘
he couldn’t make any coherent sounds, hips pressing up against the tightness of the grip around him. fingertips curled into the edge of the tub, red hair fallen against his now rouged cheeks. he didn’t dare force the dom to touch him with more fever, but the whispers of more weren’t stoppered from his mouth.
