"Do you want us to do something?"
Seram's hands tightened a bit, Silke bit his lips, now he understood that Seram's silence meant he wanted him to say it.
"Aren't we…going to have sex?" He muttered, every intimate moment eventually led to sex didn't it?
Seram smiled and turned around "Hold on tightly.." he whispered, his voice low in a way that made Silke's heart beat faster.
He sighed inwardly, this wasn't the first time someone had said this to him, so why did Seram's had such an effect on him.
He raised an eyebrow when he saw them heading to the bathroom, he guessed they were taking a shower first.
Seram placed him back on the ground, now they were no longer at eye level, Silke hissed a bit, now he was starting to feel small whenever Seram was near him.
"I know you want sex…but we're not going to do that tonight. Why don't we just shower and go to bed.
"..!!"
"What?" Silke stared at him in pure shock, why did he make it seem like he was the horny one between them.
Biting his lips, he hissed loudly "Just so you know, the horny one between us…is you."
Seram wrapped his hand around Silke's shoulder, pulling him close..they were pressed tightly so he could feel Seram's hard member.
This was something Silke couldn't understand, he was clearly horny as hell so why the heck were they just showering instead of fucking?!
"Yes I know that.." Seram finally replied "And I like that you match my freak. It makes the bed play… interesting."
Silke blushed as he turned his face away, he didn't like intimate moments when being faced with a mirror, he would be forced to see his true reaction.
"Enough with all these long talks, since we're only showering..let's do that and go get dinner. It's a little too early to sleep."
"Alright."
Silke's skin was flushed, his breath shallow as steam curled around them.
"You're the horny one," he muttered again under his breath, trying to reclaim a bit of control, but it sounded more like a sulky pout.
Seram chuckled, brushing his lips over Silke's temple. "You keep saying that like I didn't already know. But not tonight."
That "not tonight" was driving him crazy.
Silke groaned, head tipping back against the cool tile. "Why the hell not? You're hard. I'm hard. We're both naked, and you're saying no?"
"I'm saying not yet." Seram lathered the soap between his palms, slow and teasing.
"I want to enjoy this. Not rush it just because we're both worked up."
Silke stared at him, dazed and annoyed and hopelessly turned on. "You're insane."
"You've said that before."
"Because you are."
Seram only smiled, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Hold still. I'll wash your hair."
And Silke did. Even though every nerve in his body screamed for more.
Even though he swore he could feel Seram's restrained arousal pressed against his back, his breath on his skin, his hands were strong, steady and tender, working through his hair like he was something precious.
It was unfair.
How Seram could dominate him so completely… without even touching him like that.
Silke shuddered. Maybe that was the part that scared him most.
Soon it started with a kiss that was too deep to be innocent.
Silke hadn't even noticed the shift, not until Seram spun him around and pressed him against the cool glass of the shower wall.
He gasped, bracing himself with both hands, steam curling around them in a thick haze.
"W-Wait.." he stammered, feeling Seram line up behind him, the blunt head of his cock teasing just enough to make Silke's legs tremble.
Seram didn't push in yet just leaned forward, his lips brushing Silke's ear. "I thought we were only showering."
"That's what you said," Silke hissed, trying to catch his breath, his tone shaky now. "I-I take it back, okay? You win. Let's just..shower. No sex. I'm serious."
Seram smiled, kissing the nape of his neck.
"You take it back now?"
"I can feel it!" Silke blurted. "It's already there—I can feel you against me—if you do it now, I'll be full in one second—Seram—!"
But Seram was already pressing forward, his hand firm on Silke's hip, voice a low purr.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have begged for it."
Silke's eyes flew wide as Seram sank in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.
The stretch was intense, immediate Silke arched and nearly sobbed, one hand sliding down the glass as his knees threatened to buckle.
"Too late to take it back now.." Seram muttered, holding still inside him. "You feel that? That's what asking gets you."
Silke whimpered. "I was wrong, okay? I admit it, I was wrong—can we just go back to showering—ah!"
Seram pulled back and slammed in with a force that made Silke cry out, his whole body jerking against the wall.
"No backsies.." Seram growled. "You asked for this. You wanted this."
"I changed my mind!"
"Your body didn't."
Silke bit his lip, flushed all the way down to his chest.
He hated how true that was.
His member was already hard, rubbing against the slick tiles, his body betraying every protest his mouth tried to make.
"Say it again," Seram said, picking up pace.
"Say you want it."
"F-Fuck—Seram—"
"Say it."
"I want it—ah! I want you, damn it!"
That was all it took. Seram gripped his hips harder and set a punishing rhythm, every thrust shaking the glass, every sound swallowed by steam and moans and the slap of skin.
Silke's pleas quickly blurred into gasps, his nails clawing at the tiles, his eyes fluttering shut from the pressure building low in his belly.
He couldn't even remember what he was taking back anymore.
All he could remember was the d**k he was getting.
"Seram—fuck—it's too much—"
Seram grunted, thrusting deeper. "No it's not. You can take it."
Silke's eyes rolled back. "I can feel it. In my stomach—shit—Seram, please—"
"What is it?" Seram growled, not slowing.
"Want me to stop?"
Silke whined, shaking his head. "No—but I—fuck, I'm gonna come—"
Seram leaned in, biting his shoulder gently. "Then come."
And Silke did, his back arching, mouth open in a silent cry as Seram pounded him through it, chasing his own release with unrelenting force.
By the time Seram spilled deep inside him, Silke was shaking, barely able to stand.
They stayed like that for a moment pressed together, skin flushed, hearts pounding.
Finally, Seram pulled back and kissed his temple. "Now we can shower."
Silke let out a strangled laugh. "You're… unbelievably..outrageous."
Seram smirked. "Dinner after this?"
"I'm not doing anything else with you!"
"I'll carry you."
"I hate you."