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There were no words to describe how strong his feelings were for Wrath, but he didn’t need to use words for this. Rogue eased his mouth away from Wrath’s skin and held the man’s eyes.

With a silent understanding, Wrath understood and began to strip. Crouching down, Wrath removed his boots before tugging off his t-shirt and tossing it to the floor. When Wrath’s hand went to unsnap his jeans, Rogue stroked a hand down the man’s chest. Wrath truly was a work of art.

A smattering of hair was to be found only below Wrath’s belly button. Wrath pried open the jeans and Rogue slipped his hand under the material and grazed the man’s cock.

With a hiss, Wrath continued undressing. The man shoved his jeans and briefs down with one swoop and kicked them away.

Rogue had some catching up to do, but he was dressed more casually and toed off his sneakers, and then drew off his t-shirt before sliding the sweatpants and briefs down his legs.

Wrath’s cock stood long and hard, and Rogue licked his lips. Unwilling to wait another moment, Rogue took Wrath’s hand and led them into his bedroom.

“Wait, shower first,” Wrath murmured. “I’m sweaty from work.”

Rogue didn’t give a shit, but he knew that Wrath loved shower sex, so into his small bathroom they went.

“This ought to be interesting,” he muttered, and Wrath laughed.

“We will make it work.” The man flipped on the shower and held out his hand beneath the water, waiting for it to heat up.

Rogue moved in and roamed his mouth over Wrath’s naked shoulder. Wrapping his arms around the man’s waist, he ran his hand down until he could close it around Wrath’s dick.

The man hissed and his ass bucked back against his own hard cock. When Wrath tipped his head back, Rogue took a sideways kiss. Laving his tongue inside Wrath’s mouth, he bit at the man’s lips.

Wrath groaned and Rogue eased back. “Get under the water, I’ll be right back.”

Wrath huffed but did as he was told and Rogue stalked to his bedroom to retrieve the lube. They had both been tested after their first few times together and stopped using rubbers. He was glad for it. In his book, nothing felt better than his bare cock inside Wrath.

Rogue reappeared in moments and stepped into the shower. He laid the lube on the small soap shelf.

Wrath was turned away from him with his head tipped back beneath the hot water and Rogue crowded up against the man’s back. The man’s breath caught, and Rogue nudged his dick between Wrath’s cheeks.

When Rogue’s chest met his back and his thick cock nudging his ass, Wrath caught his breath. He was spun easily within those powerful arms, water trailing down Rogue’s shoulders and muscled chest, and Wrath smoothed his palms over the man’s skin, dragging his fingers through the dark hair on Rogue’s chest and down his ripped abs. Rogue shuddered, and Wrath pressed their lips for another slow, aching kiss before he reached for the soap.

Lathering up his hands, Wrath ran them over Rogue’s front, careful to wash everything. Beneath his hands, Rogue closed his eyes and settled his hands on his shoulders.

Wrath didn’t stop his soapy stroking until Rogue made a rumbling noise in the back of his throat. He smiled and teased the man’s cock.

Rogue’s eyes slid open, and Wrath gazed into the gray stormy depths. Rogue’s hips bucked into his hand, sending that long, thick cock sliding through his grip.

Wrath didn’t want another hand job, so he released his grip and moved in until their bodies were crushed together. At the same height, his lips brushed hotly against Rogue’s ear.

“I want you to fuck me,” he whispered against Rogue’s ear, and the man’s big body shuddered. Rogue fisted his hair and brought their mouths together for a long, deep kiss.

Rogue made a sound into the kiss before pulling back and lifted the soap from his hands. Wrath was left panting when Rogue ran soapy hands over his body, mapping every inch of him over the knife wound that had left a scar and a few bullet wounds from ages ago.

As assassins, they both had their share of battle wounds.

Wrath trailed his tongue over Rogue’s shoulder and sank his teeth lightly into the man’s bicep. Rogue grunted under the bite and proceeded to jerk his cock with a soapy fist. Wrath lickedand bit his way up to suck at Rogue’s neck until the man dropped the soap and pulled him close.

Grunting, Rogue pushed him beneath the water.

When he was pressed back against the cool tile, Wrath didn’t resist. It felt like he had waited forever for Rogue’s touch and once he had the man, he couldn’t go long without hunger taking over.

Rogue slid his hands down his arms and brought his wrists together. Holding his wrists in one hand, Rogue pulled his arms up over his head. He was so turned on by the powerful move that he almost came right then and there.

With his hands pressed to the wall over his head, Rogue removed the shower nozzle and rinsed them both completely.

Wrath tipped his head back, offering his throat.

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