No response. Not a real one, anyway. Just a quiet grunt as a hard body shifts against the tile. "Thought so…" Hot water cascades down, pours over shoulders and chests in glistening sheets. A muted rumble, filling the room with sound and steam until everything is hazy. Dream-like. Heavy and liquid, like the motions inside the small shower. Flash of a pink tongue darting out to curl around one long finger. Soft laughter ripples the haze as that finger slips between kiss-swollen lips. "Yeah, that's it, like that…" Two fingers now, wet from the shower, wet from the warm lips wrapped around them, sucking them, and the other hand glides up a muscled back, explores the expanse of sleek, slick skin before anchoring on a broad shoulder. Tight grip, but not too tight. Just enough to hold, to pull back, as the fingers continue to slowly pump between closed lips. Another shift, a soft groan, and it's a slow, heavy glide in until hips are flush against hips. More movement now, exquisite rhythm that's first slow, then fast. When it's over, there's quiet panting. Limbs, sated and fluid, are slow to untangle. Then… "About that double or nothing…" Onto A Simple Request
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