...Angus groaned, his body trembling to Xander’s slow, easy touch. He wondered who needed this more, who could barely stand waiting for the next move. His eyes had nearly closed, his head tilted back as Xander kissed his way up Angus’s stomach and chest.

Once Xander stood, he turned on the water and sent a steady cascade from several built-in showerheads onto their joined bodies. They clung to one another, sheets of water drenching them. With damp hair in his eyes and droplets beading on his lashes, Angus drew Xander into his embrace and kissed him slowly, exploring the taste of his mouth.

Finally Angus felt his lover give in a little more to his desires and he smiled against Xander’s lips. Reaching for a bar of soap, he massaged Xander’s tense shoulders, kneading bunched muscles.

Xander groaned softly and massaged his thumbs along the notches of Angus’s spine. He ran his fingers between Angus’s cheeks, grabbing his ass roughly, urgently until they stood lodged up against one another, no space between them.

Xander rocked forward, his legs spread wide, his hands searching down Angus’s body. He wished he could see the way Xander explored him, wish he knew what went through his partner’s mind.

Xander’s hard, thick cock pressed against Angus’s stomach and he reached between their bodies, his hand slick with soap and hot water. Lips pressed to Xander’s mouth, he pumped him from base to tip, feeling him quiver with each stroke.

He had Xander now, inching past the point of no return. With every intention to have him completely, Angus penetrated Xander with his index finger, pumping slowly into him, each thrust bringing Xander’s breaths faster and harder.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Angus murmured.

Steam rose around them, enveloping them in their private haven. The music continued to swell, the sound muffled by the rush of water and their combined groans. The musk of sex and soap scented the air, heavy as the feelings churning inside of Angus.

“I want you to fuck me,” Xander replied. He reached back and pressed the lube and string of condoms into Angus’s hand.

“Right here?”

“Right here.”

“Right now?”

Xander nibbled on Angus’s bottom lip and gently pushed against his chest. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Angus wiped the back of his hand over his eyes, then bit off a foil packet from the line of condoms Xander had handed him. Xander kissed and nuzzled his way along Angus’s neck and stroked Angus’s testicles, fondling him as though Angus needed more encouragement. He’d wanted Xander from the first moment he’d seen him on the screen.

“Turn around,” Angus instructed, enjoying his control over his partner. “And open the shower door.”

Xander snapped his gaze to Angus, his mouth swollen, a bead of water clinging to his lower lip. He’d never appeared so masculine and sexual, so open and willing. This had been the expression the director had called for in one of his earliest films, the look of curiosity and obedience in his role as a slave. Now he’d nailed playing the real part of a slave—Angus’s slave for the moment, a willing partner to do whatever he was told.