Caleb stood in the shower, the hot water cascading over his taut, soaped-laden body. His eyes were closed, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he traced a finger along the contours of his cock, already half-hard from his morning routine. The bathroom was filled with the faint scent of cinnamon body wash and the gentle hum of the water as it danced off the tiles. He was lost in his own little world, his thoughts meandering like the stream of water that trickled down his chest and over the planes of his stomach.
His hand slowed started to rub his cock more firmly as the water's warm embrace grew more enticing. His breath hitched as he cupped his balls, feeling the heat spread through his body. The rhythmic sound of his hand moving against his skin was a silent symphony that echoed in the shower stall, a crescendo of pleasure that grew louder with each stroke. Caleb's thoughts grew hazier, the real world slipping away like the soap down the drain.
He leaned his head against the tile wall as his hand went faster- he imagined it was Max's mouth, those full lips wrapped around him, his tongue flicking against his sensitive tip. Caleb's moans grew louder, echoing off the tiles. "Your mouth is so hot baby- keep sucking," he hummed and closed his eyes.
In his mind max was sucking him so well his cheeks hollowing out and his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. He imagined Max's eyes looking up at him with a mix of adoration and lust, the kind of look that never failed to make him throb with need. His hand tightened around his shaft as he pictured Max's hand reaching up to caress his abs, tracing the lines of his body. "You like Daddy's cock, don't you?" he whispered to the steam, his voice thick with desire.
He was so close, so very close to the edge, when suddenly the shower door slammed open, and in stepped Max, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "FUCK MAX!" Caleb let go of his hard and aching cock as he looked at his short and very bad timing boyfriend with wide eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?" Caleb sputtered, water running down his face.
Max had a towel slung over his shoulder, his own cock already standing at attention as he stepped into the shower stall. "Well, I heard you calling for me," Max said cheekily, shutting the door behind him. He dropped the towel and moved closer, his hands reaching for the shower gel. "Figured I could save you the trouble of finishing alone."
Caleb's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he tried to cover his erection with his hand. "Max, seriously? Can't a guy have a little privacy?" he protested, his voice a mix of annoyance and arousal.
"Not when your moaning my name." He smiled. "Daddy." He whispered the last word with a smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ignoring Caleb's attempt at modesty, Max grabbed his hand and moved it aside. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he took over stroking Caleb's cock, his thumb circling the head with a practiced ease that made Caleb's legs wobble. "Let's not be shy now," Max said, leaning up to kiss him deeply, their tongues tangling together as the water rained down on them.
Caleb's initial protests turned into a soft moan as Max's hand stroked him. He could feel Max's erection pressing against his thigh, and the thought of his boyfriend wanting him so badly sent a thrill through his body. Max broke the kiss and began to kiss down Caleb's chest, nipping and licking as he went, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
With one hand, Max continued to pump Caleb's cock, while the other snaked around his waist, pulling him closer. Caleb's hand found its way into Max's hair, gripping it tightly as Max took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. The sensation sent electric jolts straight to Caleb's cock, and he couldn't help but push his hips forward into Max's hand. Max chuckled against his skin, the vibration sending another shock of pleasure through him.
Max's hand slid lower, cupping Caleb's balls. Caleb could feel the slickness of Max's cock against his thigh, the heat and urgency of it making his own cock throb even more. He leaned into the embrace, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Max's mouth traveled lower, kissing a line down his stomach. "Oh, Daddy," max breathed. "Your cock is so big and already leaking milk." He licked at the precum that beaded at the tip of Caleb's cock, causing Caleb to buck his hips.
