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I’m letting my thoughts go down the drain along with the rest of my brain when a rap comes to the door. I let the door open; I know who’s behind it. Knowing they’re close brings a warm smile to my face. I hear the shadow slink into the cool embrace of the darkness the bathroom is coated in, because I have a strange obsession with showering with as little light as possible. A candle on the sink–it replicates my boyfriend’s favorite scent of quiet nights in the back of a bookstore–dimly lit the water pelting my face and a bottle of shampoo in my hand. I only know where Deckard (the agreed name Neil and I gave the negative Scott, based on his favorite movie, to separate him from his worse counterpart) is hiding because his bright red eyes are a dead giveaway that he’s opening the shower door and stepping inside.
“Did you miss me that badly today?” I tease. Deckard rolls his eyes. This would be extremely awkward if we hadn’t done this tens of times before. The ritual of coming home from a long day of work, silently hopping into the shower, waiting for Deckard to sneak in, and then… “Mmmmnn, fuck! You totally did. Shit, man.” He pins me to the glass wall, attacking my shoulder with his teeth after throwing his arms around me. I whine for him and grope his ass, just as he likes it. This never gets old. His bites–red, hot, and leaving a mark that’ll last a week–trail up to my lips until we kiss. Hot water gets trapped between our bodies from our frantic kissing and caressing. I’m pressing roughly at Deckard's lips to have the oh so sweet feeling of him dominating my weak form with a slip of his tongue into my mouth and the touch of our growing erections. My arms fall, my eyes flutter. It always feels so good and Deckard barely has to do anything. Seeing the resistance quickly sapped from me, Deckard continues the assault by rolling his hips down on my cock. His cool hand grips both of our cocks and starts to pump at a rapid pace. I try to keep quiet by covering my mouth, but Deckard won’t have it. He forces my hands back to my side and lets my moans flow freely.
“Ah- god damn it. Dex.” I’m already leaking. Bastard is too good at this for his own good. He growls in delight, biting and sucking on the other side of my neck. I’m spinning, lightheaded, feeling like I’m floating above the ground. Oh, I am. Deckard picks me up and folds me like a lawn chair to show the difference between us. Fuck, that’s hot. “Mmmm!~” He grinds his cock against my ass while continuing to squeeze mine at just the right angle. I can’t feel my shoulders anymore. No point telling him how close I feel with the coiling in my gut–I can only get out moans and incomprehensible strings of slurred words. The shower’s gone cold. No matter, we’re too hot for it to stop us. Deckard is practically steaming. His every touch is a jolt of pleasure at a spot I didn’t think felt that good. I dig into his back and whisper everything he wants to hear into his ear, causing him to speed up. Please, fuck! But he doesn’t listen and keeps fucking himself to my ass. My eyes roll into the back of my head. It’s happening, I don’t want it to happen, but it feels so good, and Deckard is clinging to me for dear life and he works wonders with his hands and the way his cock is so close to obliterating my insides is a tease worth dying for if he slams it in and-
“Nnnnhnn!~” I cum onto his hand and stomach. The water quickly rinses it off. He sucks on what remains, closing his eyes to savor the taste. Through ASL he did say I’m the best fuck, thank god. He lets me go. I struggle to stand with the pain in my legs, but when I find my footing I pull him to my heart and let him listen to its erratic beating while I palm and stroke him. Neil says he’s deaf, so he prefers getting off to Neil’s heartbeat after he cums first. It calms him enough to finish without leaving 500 more bloody bite marks, so I do just that. He clutches onto my waist and thrusts himself into my hand while moaning loud enough for the block to hear (not that he can tell). “Yeah. There you go. Go on.” I coo before wincing at Deckard digging his nails into my skin. He stiffens as he cums, shooting it down my leg. I pat him on the back as he rides out his orgasm. When he recovers, he gives me a peck on the cheek and gestures for me to get the fuck out of the shower while he cleans himself off, clearly flustered and embarrassed. I trail my finger around his waist, signaling for if he wants a second round. Deckard smirks, his dick immediately perking back up.
There’s another knock on the door.
“Are you done in there yet? I really need to piss.” It’s Neil, sounding slightly agitated. How long have we been in here? Oh, who cares. Deckard and I look at each other, then back at the door.
“Threesome?” I ask. He can read lips well when he’s close to others, but I still hold up three fingers in case. He nods, suppressing a sinister snicker. “Yeah, we’re done in here, you can come on in, Neil!”