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“Fuck me,” he whispered, cleaving his teeth into his own bottom lip.

Rogue’s eyes glittered and the nozzle was replaced before the man dipped his head and rubbed his scratchy, unshaven jaw against his neck, leaving a burn behind. Their hips ground together, slow and hungrily.

Snatching the lube from the shelf, Rogue released the grip on his wrist and Wrath smoothed his palms down the man’s chest.

Rogue eased him around to face the tile and Wrath complied, pressing his hands to the cool surface. Rogue pressed against him, holding him there with his big body, and Wrath moaned harshly, fisting his hands against the tile.

When Rogue knocked his legs apart, Wrath panted. The cooling water was snapped off and Rogue’s lube-slicked dick was nudging at his ass.

Rogue’s forehead pressed against the back of his head and the man’s thick cock pushed him open.

“Nnnh, fuck,” he moaned.

Rogue nosed into the hair at his temple.

“More.” Wrath choked the word out and flattened his hands against the wall.

Rogue had other ideas. He was going to take it slow as long as he could, no matter how much Wrath tried to rush.

Wrath panted with his cheek pressed to the tile. Once his cock was seated inside of Wrath’s ass, he ran his hands up the man’s arms and linked their fingers before he sank his teeth into Wrath’s shoulder.

Rogue eased back, released their linked fingers, and caught Wrath’s hips. He jerked just enough so the man was bent over. That gave his dick the freedom to drive home. He fucked Wrath hard.

Wrath lifted to his toes and Rogue struggled for control.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his thrusts faltering when Wrath’s ass tightened around him.

“Noooo,” Wrath moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Clenching the skin on Wrath’s hips, Rogue sent his dick deep over and over until Wrath was making guttural noises in the back of his throat. It felt so fucking good that Rogue wasn’t sure he could hold off coming.

“Touch your cock,” he growled and one of Wrath’s hands ran over the bar of soap before slipping around to disappear in front.

Rogue snapped his hips, “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

“More,” Wrath moaned, his cheek pressed to the tile.

Rogue knew his movements grew wild and there would be bruises on Wrath tomorrow, but right then, he didn’t fucking care. He pistoned into the man’s ass as if he could find the secret to life.

And it was there that he found heaven.

With Rogue between his legs, Wrath kept his upper body pressed against the tile and lifted his ass. The grip Rogue had onhis hips kept him upright and Wrath yanked at his own cock with a soapy grip.

“I’m going to come,” he panted.

Having Rogue fuck him after weeks of denial felt so fucking good.

“Do it,” Rogue grunted and hammered in.

When the man’s thrust suddenly became sporadic, Wrath released the death grip on his own cock and milked it dry. He shot his load onto the shower tile and shuddered hard.

Rogue made noises with each thrust and Wrath smiled as the man lost what little control he had.

Rogue suddenly froze and then exploded with a sharp grunt and lifted him from his feet.

“Sweet hell,” Rogue muttered and slipped from his ass.

Wrath laughed weakly—he couldn’t have said a word to save his life.

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