Page 158 of Beau and the Beast

Beau nodded.

“I’m not the least bit surprised,” Wolfram said, catching Beau by the waist and pulling him forward, into the falling water.

Beau luxuriated in it, his posture straightening out. He closed his eyes and faced the water for a moment, smoothing the wet hair from his face. Beau was beyond beautiful in that moment, naked and shining as the water pulsed over him. Wolfram stepped forward to kiss his neck and after a moment, Beau leaned back onto him.

* * *

Wolfram’s hardnesswas unmistakable as it pressed against Beau’s ass. As he rinsed off, Wolfram traced the shapes of his body with his hands—and then, as Beau shuddered, with the tip of his claw. Beau turned to face him, watching Wolfram move the claw over his chest, drawing patterns that appeared a moment later as harmless raised red marks and disappeared almost as quickly.

It was fascinating to watch the mean-looking claw up against his tender skin, and the trust between them felt erotic. Still, Beau wanted more, wanted to make up for the lost time they’d had when Wolfram had been too afraid to come with him. He stepped forward, catching Wolfram unceremoniously by the base and then stroking up.

“Oh,” Wolfram said quietly—and when Beau looked to his face, his eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure. It was as if Wolfram had been stopped in his tracks by the gesture, giving up to it entirely—and it gave Beau an idea.

“Stand against the wall,” Beau said. Wolfram obeyed, moving to press his back up against one of the clean tile walls as water continued to stream over him. Beau followed him, standing close and reaching between them to fondle him.

He stroked around Wolfram’s cock again and the man reached out to hold him by the hip.

“No,” Beau cautioned in a firm voice. “Keep your hands against the wall.”

Wolfram opened his eyes then, drawing a sharp breath and examining Beau. He wasn’t used to giving up control like this—Beau knew.

* * *

In his past life, Wolfram had never dreamed of being tied up or dominated. It simply wasn’t something that interested him. But there in the shower stall, the simple order to stand against the wall and keep his hands still had awakened something in him.

Was it the situation now? Was it the fact that it wasBeauthat set him immediately on edge?

It didn’t matter much either way because as Beau stroked him under the jets of the shower, Wolfram was approaching orgasm with unusual speed.

Beau worked around Wolfram’s cock with both of his hands, standing close and watching Wolfram’s face as he did it. Wolfram hoped he was putting on an adequate show for his partner—didn’t try to hold back any of the expressions that came over him.

And then, abruptly, Beau was turning and pawing at Wolfram’s hip, urging him to bend and make himself shorter. Wolfram didn’t understand what he wanted at first—not until Beau pressed back against Wolfram’s body.

Beau caught Wolfram’s hard cock between his thighs in the same pantomime of sex they’d stumbled on in bed before. Beau worked his hips forward and back and Wolfram realized that Beau had stopped getting him off with his hands because Beau wanted to get him offwith his whole body.

Each stroke of Beau’s thighs sent pleasure spiraling through Wolfram’s nerve endings. It felt incredible and he enjoyed each obscene slap their union created as Beau moved back against him in the water. Beau fucked back against him as hard as he could without slipping and it was a chore for Wolfram to keep his hands pressed against the tile wall when all he wanted to do was to take Beau by the hips and thrust as hard and fast as he wanted. There was something better, heightened though, in the fact that Beau was controlling everything.

“I’m close,” Wolfram choked out.

“Good,” Beau said. “Me too.”

Wolfram hadn’t even noticed the fact that Beau was stroking himself as he fucked back against Wolfram. He was getting off on it too, and the knowledge was enough to push Wolfram over the edge.

* * *

The two ofthem began to come almost simultaneously, Beau’s orgasm crescendoing even as he felt the cock between his legs twitch. Beau slowed his strokes, squeezing his thighs together, squeezing and twisting around himself as he came. His release mixed with Wolfram’s as he pumped hot onto Beau’s thighs. Beau pressed their cocks together for the last few strokes, enjoying the slip of skin on skin as Wolfram’s release outlasted his own.

When he turned to face Wolfram, both of their legs were shaking. Beau dragged a hand over his thighs where their release had begun to wash away and then reached up to Wolfram’s face, pressing his thumb into Wolfram’s mouth.

He accepted it gladly, lapping against the digit and then pulling Beau into a deep kiss.

They finished the shower, laughing and shaky-legged, and when they stepped out, Wolfram wrapped him in an enormous fluffy towel before stepping back into the shower stall and closing the door.

“What’re you doing?” Beau asked.

Instead of answering, Wolfram braced himself against one wall and then shook himself like a wet dog, water droplets splattering against the inside of the shower. Smiling, he turned back to Beau, stepped out, and grabbed a towel.

“It takes forever for me to dry off if I don’t do that,” he admitted. Beau just laughed. “Do you have to leave to cook dinner?”

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