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“Bossy.” Will reached out to touch Stan. He ran his hands down that strong body until they landed on an already thick and pulsing cock. “What do we have here?” He asked teasingly as he reached beneath it and began to gently knead Stan’s balls in his soapy grip.
“Fuck.” For a moment, Stan’s fingers stilled in Will’s hair and his eyes closed in pleasure. When he felt firm male hands squeezing and teasing his leaking cock, he gave a hoarse groan and then pulled back from Will’s grip. “Turn around,” he instructed in an unsteady voice.
“Killjoy.” Will turned around and reached out to press both palms against the tiled wall in front of him for balance even as the warm spray from the shower poured over his hair.