Mornings

I woke slowly to the sounds of retreating footsteps and the first rays of light peeking through the drawn curtains. At least he pulled them shut, I mentally grumbled as I rolled toward the empty half of the bed, pulling the blankets up over my head. If there was one thing I could never forgive Aya for, it’s the fact that he’s a morning person. Up with the sun. Of course, it would be easier to keep him in bed if he actually slept more than a couple hours a night.

My mind was waking up and slowly dragging my body along for the ride. The sounds of running water drifted through the walls.

Aya. Shower.

Never let it be said that mornings aren’t good for anything. They are good for precisely two things; sleeping in and morning sex. Beyond that, the world shouldn’t exist before noon.

At least not without a couple cups of very strong coffee.

I was moving before I was consciously aware of it, not bothering with pants since there was little chance that Omi or Ken were close to stirring.

Steam billowed out into the hallway when I opened the door, my skin instantly dampened by the heat and moisture in the small room. I slipped through the door, closing it behind me to preserve the warmth in the bathroom. The pattern of the water changed as Aya moved under the stream.

I didn’t hesitate to pull aside the curtain and step over the edge of the tub, careful not to slip on the slick surface. Aya stood under the spray, facing away from the showerhead, eyes closed, head titled back as he rinsed his hair. He probably hadn’t heard the curtain move with the water pounding on his head.

The sight of him naked, standing under the spray, water cascading over his body was enough to bolster my resolve, encouraging even more blood to rush south and firm up the morning erection that I woke with. I followed the water’s path with my eyes, clear rivers streaming off his elbows as he used his hands to coax the last bit of shampoo out of his hair, darkened by the water so it looked almost black.

I stayed back out of the spray until Aya turned, putting his back to me. I stepped forward, feeling the hot water beat into my shoulders and head as I wrapped my arms around Aya’s waist and attached my lips to his neck, just under his ear.

He didn’t start as I pressed against him, his pale skin growing flushed under the water. Had he heard me after all? Probably not. Aya has some unnatural perception when it comes to me being around. It’s almost impossible for me to sneak up on him. His head tilted to the side slightly when I started to nibble on the smooth column of damp flesh.

Aya’s weight settled against me when my fingers started chasing the water flowing over his belly. Where I was naturally thin, Aya was cut, hours spent in our little basement gym doing katas or hand to hand sparring with Ken, who had way too much energy for his own good. My fingers followed the trails the water left, down over his stomach, across his thighs and back up, dipping into his belly button or skimming my palm lightly over his half hard erection.

Aya moaned softly when I moved down his neck toward his shoulder, nipping lightly at a bite that wasn’t more than eight hours old. His hands clutched ineffectually at my hips as my hands continued to skim over his slick body. I relinquished my loose hold and he turned slowly in my arms, leaning in to kiss me deeply, our erections rubbing against each other, making me moan into his mouth and him purr deep in his throat.

He forced me back against the far wall of the shower, out of the water. The coldness of the tile against my skin contrasted with the damp moisture surrounding our bodies and the familiar heat building between us.

His hands snaked around my waist, stroking over the sensitive spot at the base of my spine that never failed to set me shivering. It didn’t help when he scraped over a fading bruise with his short nails, and I moaned into him as he assaulted my mouth with his tongue.

His lips migrated to my jaw, then down to my neck, placing a soft kiss on the pulse point. I lifted his chin with a finger and kissed him again, deeply, roughly, before turning us around so Aya was facing the wall, his hands automatically going against the tile for support as I reached for the shampoo, lacking anything else. I slicked my hands with the lightly scented soap and trailed the fingers of one hand down Aya’s spine toward the cleft of his ass while the other massaged gently before I teasingly slipped just the tip of a finger inside. Aya pushed against me, silently asking for more.

I pressed the finger deeper, searching for just the right spot as I worked to loosen the tight ring of muscle. He arched against me as I brushed his prostate, groaning just enough to be heard over the fall of water surrounding us. I added a second finger, scissoring slightly, then more as he relaxed. I worked my fingers inside him longer than was necessary, reveling in the sound of his slightly frustrated needy mewlings.

I coated my hands once again with shampoo before sliding them over my erection, moaning softly at the feel of hands on me, even my own. Aya pressed back against me again, seeking. I stooped slightly, holding Aya by the hips as I pressed myself up into him slowly. I stopped, enjoying this moment where we became one, savoring the tightness that surrounded me, the lithe form in my arms that was trembling delicately on the edge of sensory overload.

I began to move slowly, pulling out then pressing on, Aya’s arms supporting both of us against the wall as we moved together. My hands moved over his body, seeking out his length, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

I shifted slightly, for a better angle and to keep my balance on the slick surface. If we did this any more often we were going to need some of those non-stick flowers on the bottom of the tub for traction. I bit down on Aya’s shoulder blade and began to apply pressure, bringing us both so close to the edge. He was quaking in my arms, his head lolled back against my shoulder even as he held us up.

He came first, a new warmth pouring over my hands, mixing with the water raining down, knees sagging slightly as he was overcome, but still braced himself against the wall. I thrust in to him twice more, spilling my seed deep inside him even as I continued to stroke him, prolonging his orgasm.

Our knees finally gave out then and we slid to the floor of the tub in a tangle of arms and legs, my softening member slipping from him in the process. The water was cooling considerably. If we didn’t turn it off soon there was no chance for the water heater to recharge before Ken and Omi wanted to shower. I leaned back under the spray for a moment, closing my eyes and letting the lukewarm water wash over my face and hair.

There was a shifting next to then on top of me, then gentle hands combed through my hair, working up a lather then tipping my head gently back to rinse it clean. The water was turned off and the weight on my belly shifted again. Soft lips pressed against mine.

“Good morning,” Aya murmured against me and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Mmm,” was all the reply I could muster, though I was smiling as well.

Mornings. Only good for two things; sex and sleeping in.

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