My beautiful mate distances himself to the far corner of the shower stall, his ragged pupils looking everywhere but my body as he pulls in short shallow breaths on an attempt to calm himself... So flustered... So delicately beautiful with the way his flush dusts his body, the bridge of his nose and the tops of his shoulders glowing brightest with his stunning rosey glow... That beautiful belly of his quivering as he stands so intensely... My sweet boy looks so small...His hands cup the tender stiffness stirring between the most supple of thighs trying to hide his excitement as if I can't already smell it in the air... As if I can't still taste his slick on the back of my tongue... Like the way he shivers doesn't bring back the feel of him shaking underneath me with the most beautiful of noises leaving him... All of the desperate moans that escaped us both when I was buried deep inside of him...
I was almost certain that this shower would be nothing but gentle bonding time... Sweet soft languid touches of each other's body just to get a little more familiar... But the way he watched me rinsing off to dampen my dusty body has me feeling ten feet tall, desired, achingly hard and in need of a reminder that my roughness with him last night had left his back sore and his devastating pucker sensitive and swollen. Surely a little more time to physically recover would be appreciated, no matter how half-melted and needy his emotions are...
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Adrian
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Shower soaked palms reach out for me and it's all too easy to allow myself to be collected ever so gently and pressed against the soaked sinewy body, nearly drooling when my hands splayed against his taut, defined belly. The fine mist glancing over Silas's shoulders prevents me from opening my eyes, not that I would be able to manage that at the moment anyhow.
The touches I expect to happen don't, though I know it isn't for lack of excitement. I try not to focus on the slippery member rubbing against my hip as Silas slowly rotates us until the spray of water is soaking me instead of him, his hands slowly as they start to massage my back urging me to curl into him for the deepest of calming cuddles. It's impossible not to relax between the steam, the spray, and the hands kneading my bottom into biscuits while Silas...No... While Daddy loves on me, wet kisses getting pressed against my curls as I slowly become waterlogged, memories of my gentle bath this morning flooding me and planting an idea firmly in my mind.
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Silas
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Just as a tender I love you starts to build behind my lips my sweet baby starts to press the most nerve-wracking kisses to my chest... So sweet and tender and somehow loaded as he rubs his face back and forth across my chest making each kiss drag against my skin in a way that is all too exciting. I almost can't stand the feel of them when layered on top of the electricity coursing through me at the sight of water rushing down his supple body highlighting every inch... Every curve...
The breathtaking affection only lasts a few moments, the mental effort it takes to restrain my wolf robbing the rest of my body of the function. It allows my sweetheart the ability to push back against my arms and pull away from me just the slightest amount... Just enough to gift me with a shy smile while he balances a question on his lips while he avoids my eyes.
"Can I wash you, Daddy?"
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Adrian
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A growl rumbles to life under my palms that makes me weak in the knees, Daddy's hand leaving my bottom only to find the hair at the nape of my neck and grabbing hold so tightly it makes me whimper just as his lips crash into mine with the intensity of a freight train, my feet lifting off the tile as he forces me to cling to him. All the breathtaking romance of a kiss in the rain without the downside of cold water and mud between our toes and every bit as delicious and mind-numbing.
So mind-numbing in fact, that I don't actually notice when he eases up, too wrapped up in the warmth of being on the cusp of my happiest of happy places as his busy lips slow down into a simmering belly knotting kiss and then down into charged pecks that make me shiver.
"You want to wash me?"
With the way, he feels the need to double-check what I've asked him I start to feel self-conscious... But I..I want to take care of Daddy the way he takes care of me. I know I can't do it exactly the same way... But I know that I can manage to get him clean and hopefully make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
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Silas
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"Yes please, Daddy..." My sweet boy has no idea how tempting he is, his whisper accented by the sucking of the corner of his bottom lip in between his perfect teeth... Or how beautiful he is... His request is bashful and earnest and just like everything else about him altogether too exciting. Just like this morning, the urge to mark him again had overtaken me, but luckily I was able to channel it into a kiss that left us both breathless in order to spare the beautifully marked soft spots the grief of being bitten once again at the moment.
His urge to please will end up being the death of me, but at least when I die happiness will be the cause.
It physically hurts to let go of my angel, but I allow him a step back... Just enough for him to offer his hands, frowning at the washcloth I give him and abandoning it on top of the shampoo bottle. He offers his hands again with a nervous smile, "With just my hands? Can baby touch? Just a little?"
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Werewolf**18+** COMPLETED*** Adrian is delicate... Gentle... Too sweet for his own good. All he cares about is his books and the quiet hum of life that is his small-town wolf pack. What will he do when the Alpha of a neighboring pack scents him and is fully...
