He made some room between them then pushed his fingers between Ellis’s ass cheeks. He clenched his butt muscles and Jon hissed close to his ear. “I think you want me to fuck you.” The man tilted Ellis’s back. It unbalanced him, stripping away any leverage to retreat. Jon pushed harder and his fingertips brushed Ellis’s opening.
“Is lotion the only lubricant you have?” His cockhead replaced his fingers and rubbed against Ellis’s hole.
Lubricant? Lotion?
Jon’s words wouldn’t process.
He slid lower against Ellis’s back and thrust again, pushing his cock all the way between Ellis’s legs to bump the soft spot behind his balls. Then Jon was gone and the shower door squeaked, letting in a puff of cool air. The lotion would be right there on the counter next to the towels. Jon wouldn’t even have to reach for it.
“Hard? Slow? Both?” Jon’s words were warm against Ellis’s cheek.
If he asked him, would Jon stop? Or was it too late? Had he given permission and now, whatever Jon wanted from his body was his to take?