Did Kellen and Rhys get a little too touchy-feely before they even stepped into the shower? Maybe.
Did they waste too much water? Also possible, but they had worked up enough of a sweat and had made enough of a mess that they needed to get a shower now. Kellen himself was sticky from Rhys' cum, it trickling down his chest and sliding into the folds of his skin below. His own cum mixed with Rhys' making for an even sticker situation.
Kellen was sure his face was warm, Rhys' cheeks glowing as his chest heaved.
Rhys' hair was a mess, his lips damp from Kellen's own affections, and Kellen couldn't think of a sweeter image before him. His lover, his eyes golden, his hair a mess, his face flushed, and he was staring at him like a starved animal.
"Let's get through this shower in one piece." Kellen murmured. Rhys gripped Kellen's ass in his hands, squeezing the meat there as Kellen's face warmed.
