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Waiting
The water beat down on them and Michael ran the soapy cloth down his chest. He washed his half-hard cock and was very careful to get everywhere.
After rinsing off, he turned around and Ian was already kneeling. Waiting for him.
The sight made him groan. Ian grasped his cock and pulled Michael into his mouth.
Hot shock as Ian swallowed him immediately. God. His legs shook and his could hear his own whimpers echo of the shower walls. It didn't matter.
The only thing that did matter was Ian, doing this to him, for him, sucking him off exactly like Michael loved.
So fucking tight and if Michael hadn't already come earlier, he would have when he pried his eyes open to look down at Ian.
Ian's pretty lips stretched around his cock, his eyes looking up at him. A shudder ran through Michael, making him shake and he rested his hands on Ian's shoulders just for balance. Choking back a sob, he could * feel* Ian moan.
"God! Fuck!" Every curse word Michael knew flew from his mouth. He couldn't help thrusting and Ian just took it.
"Jesus! Fuck!" Ian's tongue pushed against the slit of his cock and it was over for Michael.
Electricity shot through him as he came. He was still shaking when he finally opened his eyes and smiled.
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