Page 20 of Sypher

He smirked at that.

Taking his washcloth from my hands, he stepped to the side, allowing me to stand under the spray as he soaped himself up,his eyes scanning and taking their fill of my body. I didn’t realize how tightly wound I was until the warm water pounded my back, loosening the knots and easing the stress. I’d been kept in that musty mailroom for God knows how long before Montana finally let me out and only because he needed me.

Standing under the spray, I witnessed Dante’s cock twitch and stiffen in size. His eyes, now filled with hunger, traveled up my body, lingering on my chiseled six-pack and well-defined pecs before meeting my own surprised hungry gaze. I had to give it to him. The man could go from moody to horny in a fucking nanosecond.

Yet, when he caught me staring at him, he looked away in a hurry, and I saw his knuckles whiten, his jaw clench, and his eyes dart nervously, betraying his composure.

He was denying himself.

Which I thought funny ‘cause that was my thing.

I resumed showering. I became aware of a shift in Dante’s body language, his furtive gazes in my direction while I showered, betraying a change in his demeanor. The steam, hot and swirling, seemed to writhe and pulse, mirroring the blatant sexual tension he exuded. While an internal debate raged within him, I looked at him fully and this time, he did not break my gaze.

Reaching for my dick, I stroked it.

Dante immediately mirrored my moves.

Slow and deliberate, every muscle in my body tensed while I remained perfectly motionless. Looking directly into his eyes, I felt a rush of desire as I pleasured myself, my cock responding eagerly. Dante’s handsome phallus also reacted swiftly, becoming larger and more robust. The intensity in his eyes and the set of his jaw made it impossible for me to mistake what he wanted.

Stepping toward him, he unexpectedly went down on his knees, took my hard shaft in his hand, and started sucking eagerly. As he squeezed his rock-solid cock with his free hand, he devoted his mouth to my shaft, expertly switching between sucking, licking, and tenderly caressing it with his tongue.

Closing my eyes, I threw my head back and moaned as I willingly gave myself over to him.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.”

A low moan escaped Dante’s lips as he doubled down on his feverish activity, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Dante had a crystal-clear understanding of his own desires and identity, leaving no room for confusion. Those stolen moments, filled with unspoken understanding and clandestine joy, were what defined me. Without them, I’d be someone else entirely.

My affections were spread across both genders, yet my love for Dante was singular and unparalleled by any other relationship I’d ever experienced.

I didn’t go hunting for other men. My relationship with Dante simply developed naturally. His charisma was so strong that I didn’t even notice others around me when he was present. He filled my entire field of vision, both literally and metaphorically.

Only him.

I felt an inexplicable fascination with Dante. Something about him resonated deeply within my soul, reaching me on a fundamental, elemental level, pulling at my very being. I found his company to be enjoyable, and I felt comfortable enough with him that I could confide in him about anything and everything. A sense of peace and contentment settled over me when he was around.

Everything felt perfectly right. His influence on my life was profound, and because of him, I became a significantly better person.

Holding onto the back of Dante’s wet head, I urged him to take more of my cock until I could sense him gagging softly.

“You like that?” I moaned softly as Dante nodded while expertly using his tongue and continuing to suck. He continued eagerly, driven by his hunger for more, until I bent down and lifted him up, so we were face-to-face, both filled with desire and eager for further intimacy. As I did this, Dante’s gaze lifted to mine, a flicker of apprehension in his usually confident eyes.

“What do you want?” I asked huskily.

“I—” he faltered.

I shoved him roughly against the slick, cool tiles of the shower wall, pinning his arms above his head with one hand. Leaning in closer, I pressed my body against his, intertwining our cocks with my free hand and proceeding to move my hand up and down. A soft moan escaped Dante’s lips as his knees nearly gave way. His head tilted up to meet my lips in a tender kiss. Pulling back slightly, I searched his face for clues, but he thrust his face forward, demanding more.

His hips moved in perfect harmony with my stroking, urging me to deepen our kiss. Dante’s surrender was evident in the way his tongue danced with mine.

I deepened the kiss, the taste of his lips a sweet surrender, our tongues in a passionate dance. I reveled in the intimacy. His tiny whimper, barely audible, made me pull back as a wave of sympathy washed over me.

“What do you want?” I asked again. “You know the answer.”

With a sharp tug, Dante broke free, his kiss fierce and consuming, before he turned and slammed himself against the wall, the cold tiles a stark contrast to the fire between us, his tight, firm ass grinding against my rigid cock.

I moved forward, wrapping my arms around his warm, athletic torso, my fingers tracing the outline of his nipples,burying my face in the scent of his neck. Slowly and deliberately, I asked again, each word carefully enunciated.

“Tell me what you want.”

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