We all deserve shower sex with Elvis,
don't deny it.
1960
"Favorite color is wet"
Warnings: Oral (male receiving), shower sex,
fingering
"Come on, Elvis! Hurry up!"
Elvis grabbed the last duffle from the trunk of the car and made his way up towards the stairs that would lead to their honeymoon suite. They had just arrived to Paris, where Elvis promised to take Y/N once they were married.
"It sure is nicer in person, isn't it?" Elvis asked as he reached for the key inside of his pocket. Y/N stood there, bouncing her legs excitedly.
"Now, hold on, let me do this right." Elvis said, pushing the door open. "You just stay right there."
He hurried inside and dropped the bags off before walking back outside. Y/N watched as he moved towards her, and within a second, the man had swooped her up into his arms, his arm hooked beneath her knees.
"Elvis!" She squealed, her arms quickly winding around his neck. The man grinned as he entered the suite, carrying her inside.
As Y/N looked around at the lavish room, her jaw fell agape. "Oh, Elvis. It's beautiful."
Elvis stared at her for a long moment, still holding her securely in his arms. "You're beautiful."
Y/N blushed, leaning into him as he kissed her softly.
"That was cliché," she murmured against his lips.
"You like it." Elvis said, his nose brushing over her jaw.
Setting her onto her feet, he kept his hands on her waist and stared down at her.
"You tired from the flight?" He asked her.
"A little, but not much." She said.
"That's the jetlag talking." He said. "You'll start to feel it soon."
Y/N hummed as she moved closer. "Well, I'm not feeling it yet."
His lips curled and he smiled. "I guess I'll have to wear you out, won't I? How about a nice, hot shower?"
Her cheeks burned as he stroked her hair. "Okay."
"Good," he said, kissing her forehead. "I'll get the water running, meet me in there."
As Elvis disappeared into the bathroom and slid the door shut, Y/N took a deep breath and turned to the mirror when she heard the water running. She began to take off her jewelry, including her diamond earrings. Setting them carefully on the counter, she lifted her hand and began pulling the pins from her hair.
Running her fingers through her curls, she began pulling off the dress she wore from the reception. She placed the dress onto the sofa before pulling at her bra straps.
She pulled off her undergarments and made her way towards the bathroom door. Pulling it open, she could see Elvis behind the fogged window of the shower as he stood beneath the water.
Elvis turned in the shower and watched as she approached. As he slid the door open, Y/N stared at him with wide eyes. This was the first time she had seen anyone— Elvis, stark and right before her. And the first time she had ever been the same.
