I gaze up at his face when I’m finally kneeling, and for a second, there’s a soft sort of tenderness to his eyes as he looks down at me over his shoulder. The sweetness vanishes as I spread his cheeks. I let the water rinse the soap away and then slide my tongue up from the back of his balls to the base of his spine.

“Shit,” he mutters. “Yes, Mags.” There’s wild excitement in his flushed face now, and no sign of amusement, and I swallow hard as he bends at the waist, bracing himself on the wall and spreading his legs for me.

His hole is dark pink like the inside of a shell, and I drop a kiss on it, feeling the crinkly texture of the skin and the tickle of the tiny coarse hairs. I kiss it again, and he chokes out a desperate sound before covering his mouth with his hand. Still kissing his hole, I reach through his spread legs and cup his balls, gently rolling them in my hand as I lick and suck.

His moan this time is far too loud, and we both go still as footsteps sound outside the shower.

“Everything okay in there?” a man’s voice calls.

My eyes go wide in alarm as I’m pretty sure it’s someone from my chambers. From what I can see of Laurie’s face, he’s somewhere between alarmed and amused. I pull away from his arse and shake my head reprovingly at him.

“Quite fine,” I call. “I just remembered some work I left on my desk.”

“Is that you, Magnus?”

Laurie gives a soft snort of laughter, and I pinch him. “It is. Is that Brant?”

“Small world,” my colleague says chattily.

“You have no idea,” I say wryly. “Well, I must be getting on, Brant. I have a lot to do.”

“Oh, dear. I know the feeling. Hope you get it all done.”

His footsteps move away, and we both sigh in relief before Laurie starts to laugh softly. “Is it me you’ve got to do?” he whispers.

I rise to my feet and spin him around. “You are incapable of obeying even the smallest of instructions, aren’t you?” I mutter. “You just had to be quiet for a few minutes, but I should have known you were incapable.”

He chuckles. “In fairness, you were rimming me and rolling my balls in your hand. Did you expect me to be silently composing a shopping list?”

I give a long-suffering sigh. “Only one thing for it.” I step into him and kiss him again.

It’s a deep and filthy kiss, and he seems to catch fire from it. His hands rise to cup my skull, and I bless the fact that we’re the same height as I grab our cocks, working them together as we continue to kiss.