He lowers one of his hands and I reach round and slap his wandering hand. “That’s mine,” I say hoarsely, looking up. “You don’t touch yourself. It’s my job.” I return almost frantically to fucking my tongue inside him, listening to his cries and sending my hand down to encircle his cock. It’s hard and wet and he shuttles through my fist with a desperate gasp. His movements get more frantic until I realise almost too late that he’s about to come.

“No, you don’t,” I gasp, reaching down and grabbing his balls and pulling them gently. He subsides against the bath, his head down, panting. And suddenly I need to see him.

“Out,” I bark. “I need to fuck you.”

We tumble out of the bath and, pausing only to throw a bath sheet onto the tiled floor near the window, I take him down onto it, rolling him onto his back and coming down over him. He makes a move as if to roll over and I shake my head. I’m shivering as if I have a fever. “Need to see you,” I gasp.

He stills, his chest rising and falling as he drags in air. “Why?” he gasps.

I shake my head. How can he not see what he does to me? “Jesse,” I say hoarsely. “It’s you.”

“A mistake.” The bitterness is obvious, and I blanch.

“No,” I say fiercely. “The mistake was mine.”

“I don’t want to talk,” he says petulantly. “I just need fucking.”

I stare down at him and know I’m onto a loser at the moment. “I’ll do that,” I say, holding his face gently so he’s forced to look at me. His eyes are dark and almost lost. “But we’re talking after that,” I say softly. “I’m so lost in you, Jesse.”

He stares inscrutably back at me for a long second and I wonder what he’s thinking. I still. When did this become so important to me? The thought vanishes into vapour as he reaches one long arm up and knocks the condom and lube onto the floor by the side of me.

Movement catches my attention, and I turn my head and still when I see that we’re lying in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. He catches my gaze and looks beyond me before smiling wickedly. “Hot,” he says and, grabbing my head, he pulls me forward and kisses me, and I lose my mind.

I don’t think anyone would do differently. My arms are full of his hot slippery body, and I kiss him wildly, eating at his mouth with choked gasps and twining my hands in the soft dampness of his hair almost as if I want to be absorbed into him. I rut against him, sending my cock over the sharp groove of his iliac muscle and feeling his cock rubbing against me, leaving a trail of wetness.