“Like that?” Nathan murmured, shocking himself with speech. Fury’s heartfelt, affirmative moan made Nathan feel better about his choice to talk.
“Yeah?” Nathan asked in the rhetorical. Boldly, he traced the line of Fury’s back, squeezing Fury’s ass and shoving his fingers between Fury’s cheeks. Nathan added pressure without penetration, and Fury thrust himself against Nathan, his hand slapping the wall next to Nathan’s head. Fury smeared openmouthed kisses on Nathan’s neck and shoulder, and Nathan circled Fury’s entrance and stroked Fury faster. Fury bit Nathan, and Fury’s muscles went taut like high-tension wire.
“Yeah,” Nathan said, and whispered it over and over as Fury came. Fury rasped toned sighs in fits and starts through his nose, and Nathan milked Fury until the tones turned into complaints. Nathan let go, arm hanging down and getting washed clean by the shower’s spray. Fury didn’t move, though he kissed the skin he’d no doubt marked with his teeth.