Mason groaned, and pushed his ass out, spread his legs more so Gavin could have better access. He palmed Mason’s cheeks, rubbed his hand down the curve of his ass and to his thighs.

“You’re killin’ me, Gav.”

“I’m admiring.”

“Admire with your tongue.”

Gavin laughed. Sex had always been just that to him—sex. And this was sex, amazing sex, and it made him feel raw, and invincible, like he ruled the fucking world because Mason wanted him this much. But it was more than the sex, too, because his heart thudded, and he wanted nothing more than to please the man in front of him—more for Mason than for himself.

And then Mason’s hands reached behind himself. Gavin looked up to see his forehead against the shower wall, and then he spread his own cheeks, an open invitation for Gavin to have his hole. There was something so vulnerable about it. Maybe it shouldn’t seem that way because he’d known from the first night that Mason needed ass play. He wanted it fucked and licked and fingered, but this, having him hold himself open for Gavin, made his whole body spin out of control. Made him want to claim something for the first time in his life.

His whole body thrummed with need. Gavin leaned forward and slowly, so fucking slowly it almost killed him, he circled Mason’s pucker with his tongue.

“That’s it. Right like that,” Mason moaned from above him.

Gavin kept it slow at first, a prelude, a gentle play of his tongue on Mason’s anus. The longer he ate at him, the hungrier he became, until he licked at him with more speed, his tongue lashing harder.

He buried his face between his lover’s cheeks. Let his facial hair rub the sensitive skin of Mason’s crack as he worked him with his mouth.

“Fuck.” Mason pushed, making his ass move closer to Gavin’s face. Making it move against him.

Gavin bent farther, started with his tongue between Mason’s legs, and then run it up and down his crack to his balls, that hung heavy.

“Finger. Give me a finger. Need something inside me.”

Damned if he wasn’t honored that Gavin got to be that person, the one to fuck him and pleasure him and to call Mason his. He was pretty sure he’d give Mason whatever he wanted.

Gavin sucked his finger before rubbing it against Mason’s hole. He pushed it in, watching it disappear into Mason’s anus before pulling it out again. His lover still held his own cheeks apart for Gavin, so he just watched, watched the slide of his finger. Watched the hole open up and take him, the way it would soon do for his dick.

“I want two. Give me two of them.” Mason spoke with a husky, sex-induced edge to his voice that made Gavin want to come right then and there.

He pulled out, wet two fingers, and then let them invade Mason’s body. Just like with his tongue, he started out slow but then quickened the pace.

“Jack yourself off. I’m going to blow all over this fucking shower and I want you there with me.”

Gavin smiled and gladly used his other hand to pump his dick. Up, down, up, down he jerked his cock, and fucked Mason with his fingers.

“You are so fucking sexy down there. I could have you on your knees every day and never get tired of you down there.”

His balls drew up as Mason’s words hit their mark. Gavin jerked harder, found Mason’s prostate and rubbed the spongy spot. He leaned forward, licking at his lover’s hole as he kept fucking him with his fingers, and then Mason groaned. Jerked. His ass squeezed Gavin’s fingers as he spilled all over the wall. Gavin shot, too, come sliding down his hand and mixing with the droplets of water on the shower floor.

As soon as Gavin pulled his fingers free, Mason grabbed him, pulled him to his feet, his mouth close to Gavin’s ear. “You’re making me feel things, too, music man. Go to bed with me. Fuck me. Play for me. Show me your music.”

There was nothing Gavin wanted to do more.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Mason had no worries that he’d be able to get it up again. His cock already started to stir, wanted more, and from the looks of Gavin, he didn’t have to worry about his lover, either.

They climbed out of the shower together and went straight for Gavin’s bedroom. Their bodies had already started to dry, but he still saw little beads of moisture on Gavin’s back and shoulders. He wanted to lick them all off.

Like he said, he planned for them to have their mouths all over each other before this night was over.

“Lie down,” he told Gavin when they got to the room.

“What do you want?”

“Your cock.”

Gavin went down on his back, with his legs open. With half an erection already, Mason realized he wouldn’t have to work very hard to get Gavin stiff again.