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.

It doesn’t take long for me to feel my balls draw up and I pull back, clenching the base of my cock tight to stop myself from coming. He stares at me in the dim storm light before opening his legs wide so I can see him. I grasp his knee and look to my side, seeing us in the mirror’s reflection. I almost don’t recognise myself. My hair is wild and my expression wrecked. I’m flushed and lust-struck, staring down at him sprawled in erotic abandon, his legs open and his arms flung wide.

I grab the bottle of lube and pour a stream onto my fingers, rubbing to warm it before placing one finger at his entrance. I’m still staring at the mirror as my reflection slowly inserts it into him and he throws his head back, his face flushed and his eyes dark.