His dick, however, had an excellent memory of the man Kane left in bed, and it wept a single pearly drop when Kane’s palm moved over its head.
He pulled on his cock, circling his fingers around the base, then lifting it up to heft it in his hand. His balls were tight, and Kane could feel them rolling, tightening, and falling down with each stroke he gave his shaft. Pressing his shoulders to the tile, Kane bent his knees, letting his back take his weight, and he leaned his head back, thinking of the hot body he had pressed against him in the early morning.
There was something sensual about a man as he slept. Secret, tender noises were shared, swallowed up in the night before anyone could even admit they’d been made, but Kane caught every sigh and murmur Miki’s succulent mouth made. He’d buried his face into the crook of Miki’s neck, inhaling the sweetness of male sweat and green-tea soap. Just a whiff of the lather he’d built up on the washcloth, and Kane found himself nearly ready to burst, remembering the length of Miki’s back against his chest and the press of his round ass on Kane’s cock, the soft cotton of their underwear whispering between them as they shifted in their sleep.
Kane closed his fist over his cock, pulling up hard and slow until his clenched fingers reached the glans. The flare caught the rush of warm water pouring down from the cascade showerhead, parting to splatter down on Kane’s thighs and heavy balls. He spread his fingers over his stomach, stroking at the hair around his belly button as he ran his fingers down his shaft. Closing his eyes, he imagined the tightness around his cock was Miki’s mouth and the press of his thumb lapping at the wet underside the man’s flexible tongue exploring the length of him.
His hand drew him faster, rolling what little loose skin he had on his cock until it grew taut in his grasp. Thumbing his head, Kane peeled back his slit, using the edge of his nail to score the soft flesh at the head of his penis. Miki’s sharp teeth would leave their mark, Kane was sure of it. He’d nibble and bite, making Kane jerk and jump even as he slid his cock down Miki’s tight throat.
Miki’s full lips would fold over his head when Kane pulled out, suckling him tightly before running the edges of his bite over Kane’s velvety glans. Tightening his grip, he played with himself hard, pulling his palm over his head, then back down to his root, squeezing lightly when he reached the top. His fingers kissed the pout of his cock, pinching him in until the slight tingle along his shaft grew. His nipples ached nearly as much as his sex, and Kane skimmed his free hand over them, rubbing the flat of his palm over the rough nubs.
Kane kept the rhythm of his strokes slightly off, pulling up slowly, then plunging back down his shaft in a stuttering slowness. He imagined Miki would take his time at first, then devour him whole. The water was a poor substitute for the wet of Miki’s mouth, but Kane took what he could get.
Skimming his fingers over his sac, he searched out the skin under his balls. Fluttering his fingertips over the delicate stretch there, he teased his hole, then tugged at the heaviness dangling beneath his cock. A few tugs was all he needed, and Kane sagged, sliding a few inches down the stone wall. The grout dug into his skin, scoring him as lightly as Miki’s nails might, and it was enough to take him to the edge.
Grabbing his shaft, Kane tightened his hold and picked up his pace, pulling his palm up and over his weeping head with quick, short jerks. The rush hit him hard, strong enough to bring down a dark haze over his eyes, and Kane rode it out, biting down hard so he wouldn’t shout Miki’s name as he came.
He pinched at the tight swirls on his chest, echoing the press of his fingers on his head. Another swipe down his cock, and his balls tightened, nearly too soon for Kane to do anything but let the climax hit. It slammed into him, rising up from his curled up sac and pouring electric shockwaves through his dick. The wave of his seed nearly scorched the skin from his hand, and he barely had time to take a gasping breath when another followed, as intense and as hot as the first.
His cock danced, spilling and gasping its climax as his balls emptied themselves of his desire. It was too much to take, and Kane sagged, buckling from the darkness threatening to overtake him. It seemed like an eternity of pleasure to the point of being pain when finally his cock gave up its writhing and sagged under the weight of its release.