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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,827
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
[//4] Steam.
Steam. Can’t see. Can’t breathe.
Paint smeared all over, mass of muddy brown instead of bold black and gold. Not so proud, anymore, not so happy.
Trudged up the stairs to my room after they had all finished and paid and left, happy and satiated. For this one night I was placed on a pedestal and they worshipped my like they damn well should. I do so much for this place; I work so hard here… they should worship me. I am meant to be loved.
Stand in front of the mirror, hot water making my face waver in the reflection. Going back to just being me, now. Voluntarily washing the royalty off and becoming once more mortal.
Whatever, I need a shower.
Step under the hot water, wincing slightly at the feel of it. Look down as the muddled brown water coming off of me pools at my feet, turning the white tile dark for the moment.
Don’t notice him come in.
Don’t hear him step in.
Don’t know anything’s different until I feel arms about my waist and heat on my back. Was I really spacing out that much that I didn’t hear any of that? I mean, really, now…
Tense up, although I know exactly who it is. The only person it could be, really. The only person that matters.
“It’s me...” he says, though it’s unnecessary. He knows I know it’s him. It’s always him.
Warm comfort at my back, helping me, cleaning me, washing all of Them off. All of everyone he doesn’t like off. All of the god off of me, turning me back into me and away from Them.
He doesn’t like me being with Them. I know he doesn’t, though he never says it to me. He always comes to me when They’re done with me, washing Them off and washing Them away. Making sure I’ve not been hurt.
Soap is slippery against my skin as his hands smooth away the roughness of Their touching.
My chest. My stomach. Down… down…
His shoulder is a perfect headrest as my head falls back of its own accord, my mouth half open.
Water. Hot water. Hot hands. Hot body. Hot you. Hot me.
Can’t stand this. Teasing like. Had enough teasing tonight. Had enough hands on me enough mouths on me.
I need Theodore. Not more hands.
I push him off, turning around to pull him close again.
No hands, no mouths. His eyes.
Cold. Cold wall on my back.
And up and up and up.
Strong arms helping me, legs around him.
No more teasing before he…
No preparation needed now. Not after me tonight. Not after Them. Four. Not after that, I am completely ready for him.
I never thought I’d be thankful for that but oh my GOD he slides in so easy and the water and him on me and around me and in me.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the feeling of him in me. It’s like… coming home.
Pulling me to new heights, better thoughts. Turning my mind into a melted pile of obscenities and shouts to the gods. It had been so long since he’s made me like this…
Can’t keep my eyes open. Sweat and water and ecstasy make them slide closed and stay that way until I hear him whimpering, murmering my name so sweetly. It’s like I’ve never heard it before.
But this is not sweet. It is hot and feral and animalistic. It is sex. It’s hot, dirty, sex. But, hell, how I love it. With him. How I love this with him. Love him…
One, two, three.
A grunt and three thrusts and my hand pulling at myself.
He’s falling over the edge and selfishly dragging me with him. And I don’t care one bit. Together, together we release.
Scream.
Steam everywhere.
Steam. Can’t see. Can’t breathe.
Don’t give a flying fuck.
Paint smeared all over, mass of muddy brown instead of bold black and gold. Not so proud, anymore, not so happy.
Trudged up the stairs to my room after they had all finished and paid and left, happy and satiated. For this one night I was placed on a pedestal and they worshipped my like they damn well should. I do so much for this place; I work so hard here… they should worship me. I am meant to be loved.
Stand in front of the mirror, hot water making my face waver in the reflection. Going back to just being me, now. Voluntarily washing the royalty off and becoming once more mortal.
Whatever, I need a shower.
Step under the hot water, wincing slightly at the feel of it. Look down as the muddled brown water coming off of me pools at my feet, turning the white tile dark for the moment.
Don’t notice him come in.
Don’t hear him step in.
Don’t know anything’s different until I feel arms about my waist and heat on my back. Was I really spacing out that much that I didn’t hear any of that? I mean, really, now…
Tense up, although I know exactly who it is. The only person it could be, really. The only person that matters.
“It’s me...” he says, though it’s unnecessary. He knows I know it’s him. It’s always him.
Warm comfort at my back, helping me, cleaning me, washing all of Them off. All of everyone he doesn’t like off. All of the god off of me, turning me back into me and away from Them.
He doesn’t like me being with Them. I know he doesn’t, though he never says it to me. He always comes to me when They’re done with me, washing Them off and washing Them away. Making sure I’ve not been hurt.
Soap is slippery against my skin as his hands smooth away the roughness of Their touching.
My chest. My stomach. Down… down…
His shoulder is a perfect headrest as my head falls back of its own accord, my mouth half open.
Water. Hot water. Hot hands. Hot body. Hot you. Hot me.
Can’t stand this. Teasing like. Had enough teasing tonight. Had enough hands on me enough mouths on me.
I need Theodore. Not more hands.
I push him off, turning around to pull him close again.
No hands, no mouths. His eyes.
Cold. Cold wall on my back.
And up and up and up.
Strong arms helping me, legs around him.
No more teasing before he…
No preparation needed now. Not after me tonight. Not after Them. Four. Not after that, I am completely ready for him.
I never thought I’d be thankful for that but oh my GOD he slides in so easy and the water and him on me and around me and in me.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the feeling of him in me. It’s like… coming home.
Pulling me to new heights, better thoughts. Turning my mind into a melted pile of obscenities and shouts to the gods. It had been so long since he’s made me like this…
Can’t keep my eyes open. Sweat and water and ecstasy make them slide closed and stay that way until I hear him whimpering, murmering my name so sweetly. It’s like I’ve never heard it before.
But this is not sweet. It is hot and feral and animalistic. It is sex. It’s hot, dirty, sex. But, hell, how I love it. With him. How I love this with him. Love him…
One, two, three.
A grunt and three thrusts and my hand pulling at myself.
He’s falling over the edge and selfishly dragging me with him. And I don’t care one bit. Together, together we release.
Scream.
Steam everywhere.
Steam. Can’t see. Can’t breathe.
Don’t give a flying fuck.