Kane's hands slid down Cyrus's chest, fingertips tracing the defined lines of muscle beneath wet skin. The kiss deepened, turning hungry as steam curled around them.
Cyrus's palms mapped Kane's spine, counting vertebrae with deliberate slowness.
Kane broke away, breathless. He turned in the water, presenting his back to Cyrus.
Silver tails shifted beneath the surface, creating lazy ripples.
Cyrus's hands found Kane's waist immediately, pulling him back against a solid chest.
Kane's head fell forward as Cyrus's lips traced the curve of his neck.
"Better?"
The word ghosted across wet skin, making Kane shiver despite the heat.
Cyrus's hands spread across Kane's stomach, thumbs stroking upward toward his ribs.
His mouth worked methodically—kissing, tasting, occasionally biting the junction where neck met shoulder.
Kane's breathing turned ragged.
One of Cyrus's hands traveled higher, fingers brushing across a peaked nipple.
