Page 61 of Sugar

“It’s just…we haven’t…” Juno stopped and shook his head. He pressed his hands to the tiles, then pushed himself up and grabbed Piper by the shoulders. “Get in the shower. I’m getting the lube.”

Piper groaned softly and kissed him before pulling back to obey. He avoided the boiling hot spray and adjusted it down to something reasonable, and then he leaned against the wall as he traced his fingers through clouds of steam. The air was thick and sat wet in his lungs.

His body was still humming with need, and he felt a sort of warmth pooling at the base of his spine. He wanted this so badly. He wanted Juno.

“Sugar?” he called.

“Just a second!”

It was longer than a second but shorter than a minute before Juno appeared. He had the lube in one hand and a thick plug in the other. Piper let out a groan as he held the shower door open, then closed it with a firm click behind his lover.

“I want to open you on this. Can I?”

Piper wasn’t sure his legs would hold him up for the duration of being toyed with, but he’d do his best. He nodded, then let Juno drag him in for a kiss before he was spun against the far wall. The shower was narrow enough that he could spread his legs and brace himself on the sides of his feet. His hands pressed to the tiles, and he stuck out his ass.

“Fuck. You are so gorgeous.” Juno punctuated his sentence by pushing the tip of the plug against Piper’s hole. It was hot and slick from lube, and with just a little prodding, it slipped past his ring of muscle and nestled inside him.

The stretch was almost unbearable. He panted as it overwhelmed him. His knees were shaking.

God, it had been too long.

“Talk to me,” Juno begged.

“I…it…” Words felt beyond him. He licked his lip and tried to focus. “Fuck me with it.”

There was a beat of silence and stillness, and then Juno grabbed the base of the plug and pushed it in. Hard. Piper let out a soft cry as the angle hit him perfectly, and his vision went white in the corners. Dear God, he was going to dry-come.

“Fuck, look at you,” Juno murmured as he began to fuck him with the plug harder, faster, deeper. For a wild moment, Piper thought his ass was going to swallow the whole toy. He clenched harder, lost in the soft slapping sound of Juno’s hand hitting his ass.

It was too much.

“Need you,” he whispered.

Juno’s hand stilled. “Sorry, what?”

“Need you.” His voice was stronger now. “Please, Juno. I need you.”

“You can have me,” Juno said. He tugged, and Piper let out a soft gasp as the plug popped out, dropping to the floor beneath his feet. He looked down at it—stark black against the pale tiles. Then he felt the press of Juno’s cock against him. “Take a deep breath.”

Piper did. Juno reached around him, cupping his soft dick and heavy balls. He rubbed them against his palm as he began to rock his hips, and between one breath and the next, his head slipped inside.

Piper groaned, dropping his forehead to the tiles. “I’m going to come.”

“You’re not hard,” Juno said, toying with the tip of his cock.

Piper let out a thready laugh as he began to rock his hips, taking Juno deeper. The sensation was building, his face hot, his fingers tingling. “I know. I’m going to come anyway. I can’t…it’s so…you’re…” He trailed off with a moan.

Juno fucked his hips forward, hard enough to send Piper crashing into the wall, and then Juno pinned him there with his body. He fucked Piper with lush rolls of his hips, filling him completely, his cock dragging against his prostate with every movement. Piper couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. He could only feel, the thickness of his lover spreading him open, the heat of his breath, the sharpness of his teeth as he dug them into Piper’s shoulder.

He shivered and chased the sensation, wanting it. Needing it. It was going to be different from his orgasm before. This was deeper. Heavier. His lungs struggled to inhale.

“Juno,” he whispered.

Juno grabbed him by the hips and began to fuck him rabbit-fast, the soft slap-slap-slap filling the bathroom. It was wholly erotic in ways Piper had never experienced with any lover. He was owned.

Possessed.

Loved in ways that didn’t need to come with words or declarations.

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