Page 109 of Shattered Melodies

I turned him around, pressing my body against his, my cock sliding between his cheeks. He gasped, arching his back, and I knew he wanted this as much as I did.

I reached for the soap, lathering it up and using it to prepare him. His moans echoed in the small bathroom, driving me wild. I took my time, making sure he was ready, and then I positioned myself at his entrance.

With a slow, steady push, I entered him, both of us groaning at the sensation. The heat, the tightness, it was almost too much. I gripped his hips, my body trembling with the effort to go slow.

“Caleb,” Liam panted, “Please, fuck me.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I started to move, slow at first, then faster as our bodies found a rhythm. The sound of the water, our moans, and the slap of our bodies filled the air. It was raw, primal, and everything I’d ever wanted.

After we both climaxed, I held him close, our bodies trembling with the intensity of our release. We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath, before I turned off the water and wrapped him in a towel again.

We dried off quickly, the heat between us far from dissipated. I helped him into a clean t-shirt and sweatpants, and he looked up at me with those same vulnerable eyes.

Liam led me to the bedroom, and we climbed into bed, him immediately curling into my side. I wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice already heavy with sleep.

I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite name. “Anytime, Liam. I’ve got you.”

But as much as I wanted to just sleep, Liam’s warmth and the closeness of our bodies reignited the fire within me. I looked down at him, his eyes fluttering closed, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him again. My hand slid down his back, under his shirt, feeling the taut muscles there.

Liam’s eyes opened slowly, and he looked up at me with a sleepy smile. “Caleb,” he whispered, and there was a question in his eyes.

“Are you too tired?” I asked, my voice husky.

He shook his head. “No. I want you, Caleb. I always want you.”

I kissed him deeply, my hand moving lower to cup his ass, pulling him closer. Liam moaned into my mouth, his hands clutching at my shirt.

“Take it off,” he murmured, tugging at the fabric.

I pulled back just long enough to strip off my shirt, then helped him out of his. We pressed our bodies together, skin to skin, the heat between us building once more.

Liam’s hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, driving me wild. I rolled us over, pinning him beneath me, my cock hard against his thigh. “Tell me what you want, Liam,” I growled, my voice thick with need.

“I want you to fuck me,” he replied, his voice breathless. “Hard.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I reached for the lube, slicking up my fingers before pressing one inside him. Liam arched his back, a low moan escaping his lips.

“More,” he begged.

I added another finger, stretching him, preparing him. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his eyes locked on mine. When I finally pulled my fingers out and positioned myself at his entrance, he looked up at me with a mix of desire and trust.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice gentle.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please, Caleb.”

I pushed inside him slowly, savoring the tight heat. Liam’s hands gripped my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin. I paused once I was fully seated, letting him adjust.

“Fuck, Caleb,” he gasped. “You feel so good.”

I started to move, setting a slow, steady pace. Liam’s moans filled the room, spurring me on. I leaned down to kiss him, our tongues tangling as I thrust into him harder, deeper.

“Caleb,” he panted, “Harder. Please.”

I increased my pace, fucking him with everything I had. The bed creaked beneath us, our bodies moving in perfect sync. It was intense, overwhelming, and absolutely perfect.

Liam’s moans grew louder, his body tensing beneath me. I reached between us, stroking his cock in time with my thrusts.

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