Owner - Aou

Chapter 3

Boom's wet, soapy fingers grasped at the tile, trying but failing to find some traction to steady himself. But with each push, his fingers simply slid up and down the cool, slick tiles, as his body was pushed impossibly closer to the wall. His cheek was pressed so firmly into the grout between the tiles, he was sure his face would wear the resulting lines for hours.

Aou's hands never left his hips, squeezing so tightly he knew he'd wear bruises there to match the lines pressing into his cheek. Water droplets dripped from his hair, sliding down his back, ending where Aou was pressed inside him. Trying to move his head out of the direct spray of the shower, he was stopped by one of Aou's hands gripping his hair tightly, ceasing any movement. As he moaned and gasped, water landed on his tongue, traced down his face, and forced his eyes shut protecting them from the onslaught of water.

He had tried earlier, when washing his hair, to convince Aou they needed to get dressed quickly, already running late for the dinner Aou's father was hosting for their most important business associates. But Aou had simply grumbled "no" into the back of his neck before turning them to face the wall, sucking lightly on the skin behind his ear then pulling his earlobe in between his lips. Boom had simply relaxed, figuring if Aou didn't care if they were late, then neither would he.

The push and pull of Aou in and out of him never slowed, only increasing in speed as Aou most likely approached orgasm. But he knew Aou never came before him. Some nights he was relentless in his pursuit of an untouched orgasm from him. Some nights he would bring Boom to the edge over and over until satisfied he had pulled every last bit of energy from his fatiguing body. And some nights, most likely like this one, Aou worked hard to give them both their release quickly, loving for Boom to head out for the night, cum dripping slowly out of him, a damp, uncomfortable reminder of who he belonged to.

He felt Aou's hand release from his hair, tracing down the shell of his ear, "You are so beautiful. Beautiful here." Fingers slid down his side. "And here." Fingers gripped his hip. "Beautiful here." Fingers traced forward, thumb sliding around the head of his cock, then his fist wrapping around him, pumping up and down slowly, then speeding up while increasing their pressure around him. "So, beautiful here." Aou's other hand reached up and turned his face slightly back, lips roughly pressing against his own, while murmuring into them, "But the most beautiful here," before sliding his tongue in.

Tremors overtook his body, cumming over Aou's hand, dripping onto the shower floor, as he moaned out Aou's name silently, momentarily unable to return the kiss. Pulling his mouth back slightly, Aou demanded, "No, I want to hear you say it."

"Aou," he choked out as Aou continued fucking into him through the trembling waves of his release. As his body fell limp, the pace increased, Aou holding him up as he chased his own orgasm. As he continued moaning, now becoming oversensitive, Aou kissed his shoulder, dragging his teeth over his unmarked skin, biting slightly down. He felt caught between two conflicting sensations - one a mild dislike of the fatigue and discomfort and the other loving the increasing burn in his tender hole because it was the reason for Aou's pleasure.

"You are so, so good to me," Aou said, barely audible as he thrust in one final time, losing voice to a deep moan before filling Boom. He was barely standing on shaky, unsure legs, the muscles a quivering mess but a smile on his face knowing he had pleased Aou.

He felt Aou turn off the water before turning him around, placing a tiny kiss on his nose, running his finger along the opening between his lips. "How can you be this adorable and also a total slut for my dick?"

Biting the tip of Aou's finger, he pushed him off, and moved to step out of the shower before being pulled back into a hug.

"Okay, okay. You win. I'll be nice now." Lifting his fingers, he continued, "Scout's Honor."