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“Oh, okay.” He gives me another kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes. “Warmed up?”

“Almost.” I slide my hands down his back and fill my palms with his ass. I drag him against me so there’s no doubt just how turned on I am by him. His own erection strains at his jeans and we grind against each other like this is the main event.

Sebastian breaks off the kiss. “How about now?”

I heave an exaggerated sigh. “Yeah, I guess so.”

He gives me a little push. “You go first.”

I step away from Sebastian and grab the hem of my t-shirt. I wait until I’m sure Sebastian is watching before slowly pulling it over my head, making sure to flex every muscle I can name as I go. Then my belt, which I pull out of the belt loops in one swift tug and drop to the tile floor with a clatter. I turn around for the next part, bending over as I push my jeans and underwear down my thighs.

There’s a small crash behind me and when I look back, Sebastian is hastily trying to right a bunch of glass bottles on the counter.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He glances at me through the mirror and the bottles topple over again.

“Just leave them,” I say, laughing.

Sebastian shoves them into the corner and carefully draws his hands back.

I step into the shower with a grin a mile wide. God, he’s so fucking adorable sometimes. I turn on the water and inch the handle around to find the right temperature. The thing with shower scenes is that they look hot on camera but they’re a bitch to film. Can’t crank it all the way to hot like a normal shower because the steam will fog up the camera lenses. Can’t have it too cold or our balls will start retreating into our bodies. When I find something that’s tolerable, I turn back to Sebastian. “Ready?”

He hits the record button on the camera. “Go ahead.”

I step into the spray and tilt my head back to let the water run down my face, my chest, my thighs. I’m halfway to hard and a couple good strokes bring my cock to full attention.

“Fuck,” Sebastian mutters, not so quietly from behind the camera. His hands are gripping the countertop so hard, his knuckles are white. And yet, he’s leaning forward like a magnet drawn to its partner.

“Want to join me?” I’ve never seen anyone strip so fast. I smile as I turn toward the water and close my eyes to wait.

I feel the warmth of Sebastian’s presence first and my skin tingles in anticipation. Even then, I jump when Sebastian’s fingers land feather-light on my shoulders. I was expecting an attack, a full-on, body-on-body, frantic rutting together. But the gentle trail of Sebastian’s touch down my back has me shuddering. My cock is rock hard.

I brace a hand on the wall in front of me and drop my chin to my chest as Sebastian caresses my back, my side, my hip, my ass. A groan rumbles out of me as he steps in closer and presses himself against me. His dick, already hard, slips in between my ass cheeks and the shiver that runs through me has nothing to do with the temperature of the water.

I turn and pull Sebastian to me, capturing his lips in a hard, deep kiss. Sebastian melts against me, clings to me, his fingers dig into my back like I’m the only thing keeping him upright. I fill my hands with him, stroke down his back, palm his ass. I hold him to me as I tilt my hips and rub my cock against his.

Jesus, he feels so good in my arms like this. All long, lean muscle, smooth and slick and perfect. I follow the trails of water flowing over his skin, licking down his neck and lapping at the dip above his collarbone.

Then down farther to a dusky nipple that I flick with my tongue. Sebastian gasps, so I do it again. I catch it between my teeth and give it a gentle tug, then rub my lips back and forth on it. Sebastian’s breathing hard, he’s making these shaky desperate sounds that bounce off the bathroom walls, he’s got one hand on the back of my neck, gripping hard enough to leave marks.

The thought of it hits me low in the gut. I want him to leave marks on me. I want to leave marks on him. I want to see the evidence of our desire for each other and I want us to carry them on our bodies for days.

I latch onto random patches of skin, sucking them into my mouth until they’re red and splotchy before making another. I work all the way down to his thighs, then sink my teeth into the meat of one of his quads. When Sebastian cries out, I soothe the bite with my tongue. Then I make a matching one on the other leg.

I’m down on my knees, Sebastian’s long, thin cock bobbing right in front of me. I turn my face up, following the length of his body all the way to his eyes that are half-lidded with lust. He’s panting through his mouth. The shower head is behind him and water cascades over his shoulders and down his front, a waterfall that I interrupt with my hands as I slide them over his body.

Sebastian is beyond gorgeous. His lips are rosy and bruised from our kisses. His skin is marred by my mouth, my teeth, my beard. His long, dark lashes are clumped together, but his eyes are just as hypnotizing as ever.

A wave of emotion crashes through me all of a sudden. It’s so strong, so fast that I don’t understand it, I can’t tell one feeling apart from the next. They’re all good feelings though. Happy ones, soft and tender ones. Ones that plunge deep into me and fill me up.

Sebastian draws his thumb across my brow, across my cheekbone, along my jaw, and through my beard. Does he see the emotions when he looks into my eyes? Does he see what he does to me? What he means to me? How we fit together like two halves of a whole?

He says that I was his inspiration, that I was the reason he started camming in the first place. Well, he’s my inspiration, he’s the reason why I came back to porn. I don’t think I would’ve done it if it had been anyone else who’d approached me at Mars. No one has the allure he has. No one is as irresistible as he is.

I lock my gaze with his and lean forward to gently drag my beard across his hard, throbbing cock.

“Fuck!” His yell echoes and his grip tightens on the side of my face.

“Too much?”

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