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In the bathroom, from within the warm water, he watched Alex strip.

In all his fantasies, nothing prepared him for a naked Alex reality.

Proportioned broad shoulders. Bulging biceps over a hard chest. Muscled thighs and legs.

A sprinkling of hair drawing a trail from his navel to a small bush of silky hair, within which he nestled, half-erect.

Timi's lips went dry as he stared at Alex's dick.

Even at half mast, it looked intimidating.

Deliciously intimidating. He'd never looked at a man's organ before, and still didn't think he wanted to, but Alex's dick made his body sing.

Because it was him. His exception. How could anyone remain unaffected after witnessing the beauty of his entirety?

Alex settled behind him in the bath and began soaping him up.

No one had ever done this to him. His post-orgasm states always involved handing out envelopes, dodging goodbye kisses, and reaching for his bottle of Vodka.

Alex, treating him like a porcelain doll, was doing something within him.

The thought of having this once and never again was akin to being diagnosed with a terminal disease after winning the lottery.

And he still hadn't touched Alex. The gross injustice of it all.

He turned around in a splash of foamy water, and Alex's hands fell off his body, eyes raised questioningly.

Timi said nothing as he spurted liquid soap in his palm.

When he placed his hand on Alex's chest, Alex's sharp intake of breath came out too loud in the quiet stall.

A thrill shot through. Alex had seemed too unaffected for the wreckage he'd done to him.

Timi began lathering him up. From his neck, around his back, down his chest, stomach, powerful thighs, before wrapping his fingers around the part of him that had now gone rock hard.

Alex's eyes bore into Timi as he gave it uncertain strokes, his breath coming out harsh and heavy.

His dick sat hard and hot against Timi's palm, foreign yet familiar in a way Timi couldn't explain.

He'd never held a dick aside his, but it felt natural to stroke, and watch its swollen cap peek through the bath water.

When a soft moan escaped Alex's parted mouth, Timi stopped, opened the drainage and pulled Alex up.

As the rapidly vanishing bathwater made sucking noises, he directed the shower faucet on his body, then Alex's, before placing it back in its holder and leaving it running.

All the while, Alex's eyes never left his face.

Now clean, Timi merged their bodies, resting his mouth against Alex's neck veins.

He ran a long stripe along the tendons, before nibbling on Alex's pulse thumping erratically.

An indication he was merely hanging on the brink.

This made Timi feral for his absolute surrender.

He wanted Alex trembling from pleasure, unable to think of anything but his hands and tongue on him.

He wanted him to cry out his name as he'd cried out his.

His fingers roamed as he nibbled. Smoothening over taut skin, tracing scar tissues he'd briefly felt when he washed him. One ran across the wide expanse of his hairless chest, and another on his upper arm. He slid his lips across Alex's nose and up to his eyes and kissed them shut.

“From a knife?” he whispered, finger trailing the larger scar on his chest.

“Yes,” Alex said.

“Damn. And this?” he asked, tracing the uneven skin on his back.

“Planking.”

Timi stopped kissing his eyes. “They beat you with planks?”

Alex opened glazed eyes. “They wanted me as a heel, but I cut off their babyface and won the match. His sponsor didn't like it.”

At a loss for appropriate words, he whispered, “You're beautiful. So beautiful.”

He reached for Alex's mouth, pouring the magnitude of the emotions churning within him into every stroke of his tongue.

Alex tasted heady and masculine and all the beautiful things he'd imagined a true kiss would possess.

And Alex matched his eagerness, tongue battling with his, hands sliding into Timi's wet braids.

Timi's finger found Alex's puckered nipple and drew a circle around it. Alex gasped softly in his mouth, and Timi's balls throbbed. He couldn't be more aroused than he was right now, but Alex's response to his touches was somehow dragging more inches out of him.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered into Alex's mouth. “This?” He plucked at the hardened tip, and a groan rumbled out of Alex .

His other hand found the other nipple, and he began pulling at both simultaneously. “Do you know, I never liked it, until you? There are many things I thought I didn't like until you.”

Alex's mouth had slackened, drawing in ragged breaths, his forehead creased with deep lines.

“Which do you prefer? That or this?” Timi bent forward and drew a nub into his mouth. Alex's legs buckled, and Timi smiled around the hard tip, drawing and suckling like one starved.

He'd always appreciated his women having sizeable bosoms for kneading, but Alex's flat, muscled chest brought him a different, more potent kind of pleasure.

With nothing to cushion his jaw, he could almost feel the concentrated sensation of having just the nipple pleasured by every part of the mouth.

The more he drew in and laved up, the more Alex's control broke.

It showed in his laboured breathing, in the restlessness of his hands gripping his locks, before they slapped against the hard tiles behind.

Dizzy anticipation at Alex losing it if he placed his mouth somewhere else, swamped him.

The only time he'd placed his mouth on the nether region had been those times when his body wasn't his, and he'd hated every moment of it.

However, right now, feeling Alex against his tongue seemed like the only purpose of his existence.

His lips trailed downwards, making some detours to lick his ribs, waistline and poke his navel with the same unhurriedness Alex had worshipped his body earlier.

He drew bold stripes along the thin line of silky hair running down his stomach, very much like his fantasies, and didn't stop until he buried his face within a scanty bush.

He wrapped his hand around the hot hardness, causing Alex's hips to buck. Out of the water now, and fully erect, it was longer, thicker, and a darker shade than his. And his knees hit the bath base even before his brain knew it would.

Alex's hand crawled into his locks and grabbed a handful. “You didn't ask if I was clean.” His voice was low and rough .

Timi opened his mouth over the glistening head and licked a stripe. A whimper escaped Alex, and Timi's stomach clenched painfully at the sound.

“You didn't push me away,” he said.

“It's…been a while, I might not—”

Timi flattened his tongue, drawing him in, and Alex let out a drawn out, “Fuck.”

He swirled his tongue around the head, sucking gently. He had no clue what he was doing, but judging from the helpless twists of Alex's hips, he reckoned he was doing something right. He opened his mouth wider, taking him in slowly.

“Timi,” Alex whispered brokenly, and Timi almost came.

His name in that hoarse baritone, as if it was wrenched from his soul, pierced through his deepest core.

He hummed a response, taking him further in, till the stretch of his mouth exhausted its elasticity.

He anchored himself to Alex’s hip bone, while his other hand gripped his own hardness.

Giving it a series of tugs as he tested his gag reflex.

He couldn't fit Alex completely in and raised his eyes to tell him to push in, but Alex's dark gaze was already watching.

He pulled off. “You love my mouth, don't you?”

Alex swallowed, his face a mask of desire. “You'll be the death of me.”

“Is it a bad thing?”

“I may not be able to hold back from…this. I might want…everything.”

Alex was warning him of the consequences of doing this with someone who wasn't a fucked up cassanova.

Sex is spiritual, Alex had said. I only have it with whom my soul connects.

Then, there was Timi who only indulged because he wanted orgasms and some twisted assurance he was as normal as the average jock out there.

His trysts were nowhere close to what was happening right now, but what right did he have to think of anything beyond this moment?

“Stop thinking. Use my mouth as you wish.” Then, he sucked him back in one swoop, nearly choking.

Alex let out a groan but still reached out a finger to trace Timi's wet lips. “Are you sure? Your mouth…it drives me crazy. ”

Timi pulled off again to whisper. “It's for you.”

Alex's face contorted as he pushed himself back in. Fresh arousal bolted through Timi at the uncoordinated movement, so unlike his poised elegance. He'd done this. Made him lose control.

He made his mouth available, tightening his suction when Alex pulled out, and widening it when he pushed back in.

Soon, they set a rhythm, with Alex emitting staccato gasps that drove Timi wild.

Alex fucking his mouth became another thing to learn about himself, seeing how caught up he was in the pleasure Alex was taking from him, despite the pulsing ache around his abused mouth.

His free hand snuck up to cradle Alex's balls, squeezing gently while he stroked himself, his own pleasure mounting.

It continued like this, Timi giving himself, and Alex taking without restraint. He knew the moment Alex got close. He felt it against his tongue. The pulsing, the last-minute extra hardening.

Then, Alex was gasping. “I'm about to—”

Warm liquid flooded his mouth, with Alex crying out and thrusting so deeply, Timi gagged on the musky, bitterly sweet taste. Alex hastily pulled out, the rest of it spurting over Timi. He fell to his knees, wiping himself off Timi's face with both hands.

“I'm sorry,” he panted, eyes wild.

Timi gave him a small smile and swallowed.

Alex's expression turned distraught, and his eyes fell downwards. He jerked Timi around, bringing his back against his wildly racing heart. He pushed Timi’s hand off, wrapped him up in his larger palm and began stroking frantically.

Timi threw his head back, blindly seeking Alex's mouth.

When their lips merged, he moaned unrestrainedly down his throat.

The coarseness of that palm dragging against his sensitive skin didn't take long to get him there.

The tightening, the twisting, the delicious pressure, rolling into a massive ball of sensations before exploding in a burst of sparkling stars.

Alex kissed him through it, swallowing his wretched moans filling the steamy room, till he slumped in Alex's arms, wrecked by the shock waves that continued sweeping through him for a long while.