Page 107 of Hold On

“I want to put something in it.”

Dominic bit his lip as he tried to hold back his laugh.

“Don’t refuse an order, Slave.”

Dominic opened his mouth.

“Close your eyes.”

Dominic tipped his head to the side as he regarded Ren, but closed his eyes.

Ren slid a finger into Dominic’s mouth, ran it along his teeth, then moved it in and out over Dominic’s tongue, moaning when Dominic sucked it, moaning harder when Dominic fluttered his tongue over the tip at high speed.

Ren pressed the bacon sandwich against Dominic’s lips. “You don’t eat enough.”

“You’re so kind.”

“I really am, but not that kind. Last mouthful for me.” Ren stuffed the final bit of sandwich into his mouth and handed him the empty plate. “I’m promoting you to senior slave. You get to wash me.”

Dominic lifted Ren’s arm and rubbed soapy circles all the way from his shoulder to his fingers, and did it so carefully that the breath caught in Ren’s throat. He’d been joking, sort of, but this was…hot. And when Dominic’s mouth followed the same path as his fingers, a tortuous slow drift down Ren’s skin, his breathing faltered. Dominic washed then caressed his other arm, then his legs, toes to thighs, though he didn’t touch his cock, before he pulled Ren forward to wash his back.

“Oh God,” Ren moaned. “I knew those nurses weren’t doing a bed bath right.”

Dominic snorted.

“This is like a game of connect the dots except you’ve gone wrong somewhere and missed a bit. You can see it if you look. It’s right there, waving at you.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Grrrr. That was my impression of a pissed-off bear.”

Dominic shampooed Ren’s hair, and as he leaned over to rinse it with the shower attachment, Ren hauled him into the water.

In a small tsunami, they were all arms and legs in the wrong places, water and foam sloshing everywhere as they laughed, struggling not to wedge sharp elbows into delicate places. Until finally, they settled on their sides, not particularly comfortably, but Ren didn’t care. Their mouths were so close they were breathing each other’s air.

Somehow Dominic managed to get a hand to Ren’s jaw. He cupped his face, then leaned in and licked across Ren’s mouth, before nipping his lower lip. Ren groaned as Dominic rubbed his face against his, the rough velvet of his lower jaw brushing Ren’s mouth, cheeks and eyelids. He felt as if he’d been waiting his entire life for someone who could kiss like this, give kisses that lit up his body, set him on fire and made every nerve ending sing.

Dominic shifted so he was half on top of him, both their cocks in Dominic’s hand. Ren’s hand slid down to join in, wrapping over Dominic’s.

“Oh God.” Dominic pressed his face against Ren’s neck, kissing and licking, nuzzling and gasping as their hearts and hands moved faster.

It was awkward, slightly painful, yet it was perfect, their hearts thundering, hands frantically shifting between them. Ren had a fleeting thought about the comfortable bed not so far away, but they were too far gone. Water sloshed over the edge of the bath and they ignored it. Precome coated their fingers as faster, harder, tighter turned Ren’s heartbeat into one long, hard throb rising to a crescendo in his head.

They came together, gasping and crying out. Dominic kept his hand moving gently under Ren’s, their softening cocks now sliding in the warm water.

“I want to do this for hours,” Dominic said with a smile.

His cheeks were flushed and he looked so sexy, Ren’s recovering heart lurched back to a crazy rhythm.

“Did you fall asleep?” Ren asked. “We managed fifty minutes, didn’t we?”

Dominic laughed. “Five.”

“No,” Ren wailed. “Say it’s not so.”

“I’ll do better next time.”

“How can you be so perfect?” Ren whispered.

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