Between one breath and the next, I step into him, plastering my body to his. He gives a choked sound, and I immediately push my hand over his mouth.

“Be quiet,” I hiss.

He twists his head slightly to the side, his eyes meeting mine over my hand. They’re slumberous and heavy-lidded, but that spark of mischief is still there. It’s charming—and surprisingly not irritating—and I find myself smiling back at him.

It’s worrying enough to get my head back in the game.

I remove my hand and kiss him hard, the power of it jolting him. I fasten one arm to his chest, keeping him still as I pull my mouth away.

“Give me some gel,” I say hoarsely, offering my palm. The steamy air fills with a citrussy scent. I’m glad to see the tremor in his fingers and hear his harsh breathing. It means I’m not alone with the incredible lust that’s seized me.

I kiss him again and send my hand down his chest. He’s thinner than me, but his chest is broad and covered with a light smattering of hair through which his nipples peek pinkly. I tweak them, and luckily my mouth is back on his because I swallow his startled groan.

I pull away and kiss his ear, sucking gently on the lobe, and he pants out a low sound and backs into me. I stifle my groan in the sleek skin of his shoulder, biting down gently as his full buttocks caress my cock. Looking down, I can’t help my loud grunt as I see my cock slipping through his crevasse, the head purple and the foreskin fully retracted.

“You’re not being quiet at all,” he says, trying for scandalised but ending with amusement.

I encircle his chest with one arm again. If he’s got time to be amused, I’m not doing my job correctly. I lower the hand with the shower gel still on it and fist his cock as I lick down his neck in sucking, biting little kisses.

I raise my head, and he’s waiting for me as we kiss over his shoulder. I twist my hand on the upstroke, and he grunts and arches into my grip, looking down so he can watch his cock shuttle through my fist. I indulge myself in rubbing against him for a second, the water giving me smooth traction.

Then I release him, and he half turns in shock as I fall to my knees. Well, not so much fall. It’s actually more of a slow descent, because my knees aren’t up to too much punishment on a hard shower floor.