Page 34 of Rowan's Renewal
Bear and I hope we can meet him some day.
Smiling at how close to my own thoughts his are, I tap out one more reply before tossing my phone aside to focus on snuggling with my Boy.
Me:
Me too.
***
“How are you feeling?” I ask as Rowan stirs to wakefulness a couple of hours later. He smiles sheepishly at me.
“Better. I…uh, I wasn’t expecting to, um, meltdown like that. But…I needed it. And you were perfect, Daddy. Thank you.”
I blink before grinning and swooping down for a kiss. I won’t lie: I was prepared for him to be embarrassed or freaking out over regressing so deeply, and not for him to be so cool with it. Not that I’m not glad that he is.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him, not at all concerned by how sappy I sound. “I’m glad that helped. You’re always safe to drop into whatever headspace you need with me, sweetheart.”
Nodding, Rowan yawns, then says, “I didn’t realize how much I’ve come to rely on having you around. Like…having to be in control of my own schedule again, bathroom breaks and changing myself…it’s been draining.”
“Speaking of,” I reach for his crotch out of habit, but pause before I make contact. “Color?”
“Green. And I’m dry.” He sighs and shrugs. “For now, anyway. But…” a coy smile stretches his lips. Any hint of his previous headspace is well and truly gone for now, “why don’t we both get a bit wet?”
***
Minutes later, we step into the shower together. Like at the resort, the shower in my apartment is large enough to fit two adult men comfortably. It’s a very plain, modernist bathroom, all white tiles and chrome accents, but it is comfortable and does exactly what I need it to.
I’ve set the water to warm, but not too hot. The pressure is perfect as it cascades over my skin and then, as I adjust the showerhead, over Rowan. I turn in his arms and smooth my hands over his shoulders, then the salt-and-pepper hair coveringhis pecks and abdomen. It feels so damn good to be reunited with him, to be kissing under the shower’s spray while we get reacquainted so intimately.
Ro said he wanted to wash off the grittiness of his dried tears, and to clean himself properly after having been so thoroughly wet earlier. I didn’t need to hear the justification: I won’t ever turn down an opportunity to be naked and up close with him.
I’m half-hard already, but I’m not rushing through any of this. I’m letting Rowan set the pace, to see what he feels up to given his emotional catharsis.
We wind up pressed together under the steady spray of water, our lips and tongues sliding together while he slides a thigh between mine and presses me against the cool, tiled wall. I rut into his hip, moaning at how good it feels to have his larger body pressed so thoroughly against mine. He smiles against my lips.
“I have to pee, Daddy,” he murmurs.
Leaning back, I try to gauge his sense of urgency as I ask, “Are you comfortable going here in the shower? Or would you rather use the potty?”
Rowan’s smile turns coy, and he dips his chin. “Actually,” he says, reaching down between us to grasp himself, “I’ve been doing some reading…”
Arching an eyebrow at him, my heart skips a beat at the third potential option.
He can’t mean…
“What if…” he clears his throat, “what if I peed…on you?”
With blood rushing in my ears —which should be impossible, considering just how quickly my cock just sprang to full mast— I swallow roughly.
He’s smirking a little now, pressing his dick into my belly, likely using the pressure to hold back if the urge to pee has suddenly hit him.
“Really?” my question is breathless.
We discussed my watersports kink a lot last week, but beyond that first unplanned session on the couch, we haven’t explored it further. I assumed it would be something we would need to talk through properly, to plan for, but Rowan is full of surprises tonight and I am living for it.
He nods, rocking his hips into me while water continues to sluice over us. “I need togo, Daddy.”
My eyes flutter shut as I groan, and his wicked chuckle feels like a reward.
