“I love you. When you believe that without a doubt, you’ll see the battle is already won.”

He spun the stool I was sitting on so I was facing him, framing my face in his hands. “I’m sorry I was not there for you today when you needed me. “I’m not perfect. I have huge hang-ups about being dependent again, and you’ll have to bear with me about that. For what it’s worth, I love you too, big guy. I wish you would say things like that more often, but I accept you for who you are. Forgive me?”

He looked too damn cute standing there, his bottom lip pouty in a way he didn’t even realize he was doing. How could I stay mad at him? He placed my hands on his hips and pulled him to rest between my thighs. He leaned into me.

“Maybe,” I answered, allowing the tension to drain from me. The time I had spent at the gravesite had been a healing balm of sorts. It would probably take years however for me to completely feel at ease about the accident. “Or maybe I’ll make you work for it.”

His lips twitched. “I’ve been on my feet all day and would like a shower first. Why don’t you join me?”

I didn’t hesitate as we headed for the master bathroom. We both washed up and then with the water pressure on low, Bryan crouched before me and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me hard, the tension from our argument making us both a little aggressive in our caresses. I gripped him by his damp head between both my hands and worked my hips, thrusting deep in and out of his mouth. Understanding my need to let go of the frustration I still felt, he took everything I gave him without complaint, moaning and running his hands over my thighs and legs.

When I’d had enough I grasped him by the shoulders and raised him. I kissed him hard then spun him, pinning him to the glass wall.

“Spread them,” I instructed him.

He clutched both his cheeks and spread them so I could stake my claim. I caressed him, loving the feel of his hardness under my palms. I kissed the length of his spine from his nape and licked the dimples just above the swell of his ass.

Bryan moaned and pushed his ass back impatiently. I loved his eagerness. He was never one to turn down the opportunity for some good loving since we resumed our sex life. All I needed to do was reach across the bed for him and he would shift his legs apart, even when asleep to accommodate me. He was never asleep for long.

I kissed his ass cheeks and sucked bits and bits of flesh into my mouth which would mark him. I found his cock with my right hand and massaged his cock with twisting motions while I lathered his crack with my tongue.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” he moaned, curving his back some more so I had even better access to his ass. Hissing air between my teeth I slipped my forefinger into his asshole and pushed. He mewled like a kitten in heat while I watched him, taking in the way he gyrated his ass onto my finger, moving up and down. I was so fucking hard at his breathy pants and groans.

“God Bryan! I need you so fucking much!” I exploded standing. I wrapped my hands around his torso and pulled him back into me. With his back to my chest and my lips fastened on his neck, marking him as mine, I slipped my cock between his cheeks and pressed into his ass. With a shiver that ran up my spine, my cock popped inside, but instead of claiming him inch by inch, I pulled out. I pressed my pelvis into his ass with one fluid motion ramming my cock deep inside his hole.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed and reared back from the intrusion. “Tate!” he gasped my name in a whimper of pleasure mingled with an edge of pain.

I pulled out and repeated the motion, my pelvis slapping into his round ass. Water streamed onto us, but although slippery I didn’t lose my grip on him. He wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. His cries filled the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles as I fucked him hard, allowing us both to let off the edge of our raw emotions from earlier.

With little time to recover between my thrusts, I fed him all my length, filling his tight hole.

“Fuck, Bryan, I needed you today,” I growled biting his shoulder, and restraining my thrusts. I stood against him unmoving as some of my emotions from earlier washed over me once more. “I wanted you there. It was so fucking hard to see them without you.”

He reached behind him to grab my ass and press me harder to him. “I’m sorry,” he cried out as he rocked his ass back into my pelvis to help himself. I hissed, my hands hovering over his hips as I refrained myself from the temptation of grabbing onto him and fucking him. I was loving the sight of his ass moving up and down the length of my cock as he took what I refrained from giving him.

“Tate, please,” he begged me, and before he could finish the last word I thrust into him. The sound he made resembled a gurgle.

“You like that, baby?” I groaned. His ass felt like I was hitting the Holy Grail. The tight hold he had on my cock deep inside his body was nothing short of torture in the best kind of way possible.

“Oh God yes!” he cried, backing his ass up on my cock. “More. Fuck me harder, Tate! Oh God! Yes! Like that! Like that!”

I hooked an arm around his neck and shoulder to hold him in place and placed the other around his stomach. With each penetration, his hole adjusted to my girth and swallowed what I gave it. Fucking him with such open abandon, knowing it was what we both craved left a satisfyingly animalistic form of pleasure. I loved hearing his grunts and the way he panted, puffing between his lips. Every so often a high-pitched keening moan would leave his throat and that sound drove me wild.

I lost control, vaguely hearing his swears and his palm slapping against the bathroom wall as he took my pounding. Scorching heat pooled into the lower half of my body, mingling from my spine to my pelvis. My cock jerked as I embedded myself as deeply as possible into Bryan’s ass. I pumped my hips vigorously, and he sucked in a deep breath squeezing me with his inner muscles, which milked me of my come.

To say my legs were weak afterward was an understatement. I felt like I had just given him everything I had in me, but I was determined to get him off as well. I turned him, and we kissed as I lifted him and pushed back the glass door. The water still ran, but I ignored it as I slipped across the floor to the vanity. I placed him to sit on the vanity because my legs were too weak from my climax for me to kneel before him. With the perfect height, I dipped my head and captured his cock between my lips.

“Ooo,” he moaned and tilted his head back. I twisted my lips up and down his cock, alternating between hitting the base with my lips and concentrating on just the tip. Clutching both his legs, I tilted them so his asshole was at eye level. I dipped again and licked the edges. Freshly fucked, his pucker was lax, so I sucked the barely-there rosebud into my mouth. I drew the puckered pink treat into my mouth over and over, sucking it until my own come oozed out of him and into my mouth.

Rising above him, I kissed him, feeding him the taste of our bodies combined. He sucked on my tongue eagerly. Inserting two fingers inside his asshole I returned to sucking his cock. He hissed and moaned as my fingers scissored inside him. I pressed harder and deeper, crooking my finger to massage his prostate. His balls clenched, and his cock pulsed in my mouth.

“Oh fuck!” The words tore from him just as he exploded his release into my mouth. I applied pressure with my lips sucking him harder as I milked his prostate with my fingers. I licked up every drop and ran my lips down his cock again just for good measure. “Oh my God.” He slumped against the mirror at his back, spent, sweat beading his forehead although we had just showered. His eyes looked daze and a small smile clung to his lips. We were both panting hard, trying to catch our breaths. I couldn’t be mad at him when he bared himself so openly before me.

I leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips. “You’re forgiven.”