He frowned suspiciously. “You know?”
Ken braided and wrapped his hair in a bun, watching him. “I was curious. Don’t focus on it. Focus on the fact that we don’t need anything between us in the shower. That I don’t want anything between us. Focus on the fact that I have never said that before. Until you.”
All the blood rushed to his cock so fast it made him dizzy. He dropped the paper, came in and leaned against the sink while Ken started the shower. Brady’s gaze lingered on the tattoos on his back and he couldn’t resist reaching out to touch. They were done in black and stylized in such a way that they’d been hard to decipher at first glance, but on closer inspection, he could see a koi fish swirling around a dragon—the dragon’s tail went down his arm and in its claw was a lotus. It was beautifully done.
“What do they mean? The fish and the dragon?”
Ken stood, looking at him over his shoulder. “For me it’s about becoming more than I was yesterday. Learning from my mistakes and moving forward.”
“They’re sexy as hell.”
“That too.”
Ken stepped into the shower and let it soak him, reminding Brady how much he’d wanted to be with him the last time he saw him like this.
He followed Ken into the stall. “I really love this shower,” he muttered. “We both fit.”
“I’ve always had a thing for big men,” Ken admitted as he moved over to the long stone bench and sat down, looking up at Brady through his thick, dark lashes. “I’m told I’m particular. Big, strong redheads with delicious cocks are my current obsession.”
Ken licked his lips and Brady moved closer, gripping the base of his erection. “Is this what you wanted? In particular?”
“All the time.” Ken caressed Brady’s thighs and hips, his amber eyes bright and fixed on the thick shaft in front of him. “I got so turned on the first time I took you in my mouth. You were so big and I wanted you to come in my mouth so much I nearly came myself before you stopped me. It’s almost embarrassing how easy I am when it comes to you.”
Brady swore. Thinking about Ken coming made him impatient. “Don’t tell me how much you like it. Show me.”
He liked that. Brady could see it in his eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Ken tightened his fingers on Brady’s hips and opened his mouth over his waiting erection. Brady guided it in, watching those addictive lips, that magical mouth stretch wide as he filled it.
Oh, that’s beautiful. That’s so good. You can take me. Every fucking inch.
Ken moaned and leaned forward as if he’d accepted the unspoken challenge. He reached out and took Brady’s hands and put them on his head, telling him without words what he wanted.
He was putting Brady in control.
“Fuck,” Brady gasped, his fingers curling around the braided bun, palms cupping the back of Ken’s head. “I don’t want to…” Hurt you. I don’t want to give you more than you can take.
Ken groaned and took more, his tongue swirling around Brady’s shaft, making his thighs tremble from the restraint.
He wants it.
So did Brady. His grip tightened and he started to rock his hips forward, pushing his shaft deeper into Ken’s mouth. He could already feel the tip pressing against the back of his lover’s throat.
“I love your mouth,” Brady groaned. “The noises you make. The way your… I want to fuck it. Is that what you’re trying to tell me? Is that what you want?”
Ken nodded and made a sound of pleasure as he swallowed.
“Yes.” Need overpowered his control too quickly for him to react. To stop his hips from pumping a little deeper and his hands from tugging that hot mouth forward with each thrust. “God, yes. Fucking your hot mouth. Oh damn, Ken, that’s good. Taking me down deep. Damn—”
He couldn’t talk anymore. He couldn’t think. All he could do was watch Ken take everything he gave him, his mouth so full and stretched that tears were filling his eyes. Brady wanted to claim it, mark it with his release and watch Ken swallow him down. But he wanted something else more.
Brady let go of Ken’s hair and stepped back with a shudder, spinning around to turn off the shower.
“What are you doing? Why did you stop me again?” Ken’s voice was raw from Brady’s rough treatment.
That shouldn’t have turned him on.
He answered by picking Ken up with his arms around his ribs and carrying him with his feet inches off the floor until they reached the side of the bed. Then he tossed him back on those thin, cloud-like sheets.
“Damn it, Finn, we’ll soak the sheets.”
Brady didn’t care. He reached for the bottle of lube and slid his hands under Ken’s damp thighs, spreading and pushing until his knees were pressed against his shoulders.