"Oh, yes..." Perth chanted as his back collided with the tiled wall of the bathroom of his room.
Saint was pounding in him hard and with vigour. He had Perth's thighs in his arms, planting kisses everywhere he could. The warm water poured down his spine, their bodies still with spots of foam.
Perth had his arms around Saint's neck, holding on for dear life, his eyes squeezed shut. He inhaled deeply through his nose, air punched out of him with each deep thrust.
He could feel Saint deep inside him, his length filling him in and brushing against his walls.
Saint had closed in himself again after his father had left the house. It had taken Perth a lot of cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to get him to trust in Perth again and eventually they had talked more about what had happened.
Saint had felt the need to apologize again last night over and over, but Perth had assured him that it was okay now. It didn't make up for Saint's doing's, but at least now Saint had shed the light on why the lad acted that way.
Yes, Perth had suffered for seven months, but Saint had endured that type of psychological abuse for eleven years. It did not give Saint the right to do the same to Perth, but everyone under the type of pressure Saint experienced would have ended up broken.
Saint's way was just him coping with it, thinking if he wasn't the asshole first he would end up being the victim. Yes, Perth was innocent and endured everything without having to, but at least Saint had decided he didn't want to be that type of man again.
When you fell in the deepest darkest holes of your mind, it would take a lot of healing, trusting and willpower to take matters in your own hand to change and choose to not be that depressed and dark person any longer. Saint was brave enough to let Perth in. Saint was brave enough to face his father. And he did that, what he most was afraid of, just because he wanted to show Perth that he wanted him in his life and that he trusted in him more than he trusted in himself.
Saint owed Perth apologies for seven months of pure psychological and emotional torture. He owed Perth a thousand mornings filled with love and sun. He owed him another thousand nights filled with passion, love and heartfelt whispers.
But... He didn't owe Perth his past, yet he gave it to him. He showed Perth his most vulnerable state, the one that his father had despised in him for so long. He had accepted to turn back to his old self, the fragile and scared one, the one he had pushed so deep within him, just for Perth.
They had slept in Perth' room all those weeks after their honeymoon, on Perth's demand. He didn't want to sleep where Saint had slept with others if they wanted to start clean. The couple's room should only be shared by them and only them.
That morning, Perth had dragged Saint to have a shower, rubbing his shoulders and washing his hair. Perth had started with a few innocent kisses over the width of Saint's shoulders, and everything had escalated quickly from there.
That's how he found himself, getting fucked against the bathroom wall, with an inch of energy left in him now. He tangled his fingers in Saint's hair, bringing his mouth close to his. They failed to kiss properly, Saint moving in him and Perth moaning with all the voice left in him.
"You feel so good..." Saint groaned, fingers gripping his thighs harsher, purple bruises probably already starting to show on the skin there.
Perth just moaned in reply. He had missed Saint inside of him, showing him what it felt like to being taken by the one you loved most and loved you back. The first time, Saint was gentle and caring, assuring Perth that he was safe every second.
