[Whatever satisfied platitudes Rafe is mumbling while Nate comes down from the plateau he just crested, sucking in deep gasps of air, no one could say. A call for silence is all he hears while his thumbs rub the expanse of Rafe's slick skin, while their chests touch and the proximity makes him drunk before he gets snared in a kiss. Humming weakly against Rafe's mouth, a lazy exploration, it seems only natural for them to move from beneath the shower head while he feels his blood slow again.
Worse yet - Rafe still has him in hand and another cock is like a hot iron against him, prickling flesh and wanton, desperate presses of his hips. Overstimulated but hungry Nate clutches at Rafe and pushes, slippery with cum, into his fist and snaps his teeth over a lip.]
C'mon. [It's hoarse, almost an agony to say.] Come on me.
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Worse yet - Rafe still has him in hand and another cock is like a hot iron against him, prickling flesh and wanton, desperate presses of his hips. Overstimulated but hungry Nate clutches at Rafe and pushes, slippery with cum, into his fist and snaps his teeth over a lip.]
C'mon. [It's hoarse, almost an agony to say.] Come on me.