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A breath stutters out of me as I watch one of his arms reaching beyond me to grab the shower gel. I look down as he squeezes a dollop into his palm and then coats my thick length, the breath hissing out of me as he moves up and down in firm strokes.

“See how good that feels, sir,” he rasps in my ear, his hips moving in time to his hand. A few weeks ago I would have freaked the fuck out at his dick near my asshole, but now it just feels incredible and I want more.

“I want you to fuck me, Pet,” I say, my voice thick with lust, and his hand stills.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice breathless.

I twist my head, my hand coming to the back of his neck, and I pull him to me, slamming my lips against his. Wasting no time, I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and with a groan, he kisses me back just as fiercely.

Red hot lust pours through me, coating my insides and making me rock-fucking-solid in Loki’s grip. His deep moan matches my own and reaching behind me, I wrap my hand around his own cock, nipping his lip as I grip him hard. Pulling away from his lush, kiss-swollen lips, I look him dead in the eye.

“I want your fucking cock in my ass, Pet,” I tell him, my voice hard and full of command. “And I won’t ask again.”

“Yes, sir,” he replies, placing his hand around my hip and tugging me back. One hand goes between my shoulder blades and pushes ever so slightly so that my ass is sticking out, ready for him as my chest is pressed against the cool tiles. A shiver races over my skin at the mix of cold from the tiles and hot from the water and Loki’s hand caressing my ass.

I hear him spit in his hand, then feel the prod of a digit entering my back hole. A deep groan leaves my throat as he pumps in and out a few times, then the head of his cock replaces his finger when he pulls it out, the metal of his piercing cool against my fevered skin. I hear him spit again, feeling the wet glide of it between my cheeks as he pulls them further apart.

My heart races as he slowly pushes against the tight bud, and my fingers claw at the tiles that they are resting against when the burn of him entering me becomes almost too much. Before he thrusts in any more, he drapes his body over mine and reaches around to grab my dick in his palm, resuming his firm stroking.

“Fuck, Kai, you feel— Godamn,” he gasps as he pushes in more, and my eyes roll at feeling him inside me, his hand pumping my dick.

Tired of waiting, needing him to be inside me all the way, I snap my hips back until his pelvis is pressed against my ass, and we both cry out at the feel of it.

“Fuuuuck,” I hiss, and we pause there, just absorbing the intense sensation of being connected like this.

I needed him to fuck me like this not just to feel alive again and chase the darkness away, but to finally rid myself of the ghost of my uncle’s abuse. The memories of his depravity don’t try to take over because all I feel is Loki, his lips on my shoulder as he kisses me softly, telling me how good it feels to be inside of me.

Tears sting my eyes at the sheer relief which courses through me, knowing that I can embrace this side of myself with Loki without fear of my trauma rearing its ugly head.

I quickly get lost in sublime pleasure when Loki starts to move his own hips in a sensual dance. The push and pull of his hard dick inside me, his hand jerking me off at the same time, it builds me to a new kind of high.

“I want to fuck you harder, sir,” he growls in my ear, waiting for my permission.

“Do it,” I snarl, and he takes one of my hands, wrapping it around my own dick, both of his hands grabbing my hips in a bruising grip.

He starts fucking me hard and fast, and Jesus, it feels so damn good it’s all I can do to stroke my dick as waves of ecastsy flow over me. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together is loud in the room, our breathing and grunts adding to the cacophony of sound.

“Fuck, Kai, I’m going to come in your ass—” Loki cries out, his words cut off with a deep groan as he slams himself deep inside me and pours his release.

He drags me with him, my balls drawing up and lightning shooting up my spine as I come all over the tiled wall. Lights dance in front of my eyes, my whole body alight with tingles as my climax races through me with a spine bowing effect.

Panting, I release my spent cock, and gasp when Loki pulls out. He grabs my shoulders and spins me around, cupping my face in both palms and lowering his lips onto mine. He kisses me with such tenderness that tears once again sting my eyes, and a sob stutters from my lips. He keeps kissing me, even as I cry into his mouth, my own hands tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.

The kiss comes to an end, Loki placing his forehead against mine, and we stand under the spray as my heartbeat returns to normal.

“Lilly’s gonna be pissed she missed watching that,” Loki jokes in a rough voice, and I huff a laugh.

“We’ll have to do it again for her then,” I reply, moving to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”

He steps back so that we can look in each other’s eyes, his hand still clutching the back of my neck.

“Always.”

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I say with a sigh, feeling lighter than I have in years.

One step closer to our new lives.

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