The room was filled with steam, the only sounds being the shower running, heavy panting… and the occasional moan.
"S-shit, Saru…" Misaki's breath hitched in his throat, fingers digging futilely into the tile. His body grew hot, and whether it was because of the water or the way Saru was touching him… he couldn't be sure anymore. It was bordering on unbearable, the way Saruhiko had the shower angled just right, the feeling of his slender fingers stroking him from within. If this continued, he was bound to his his breaking point in a matter of seconds.
"B-bastard… Hurry— Ah!" A load moan escaped his throat as he felt fingertips brushing his prostate, legs trembling at the sensation.
"Hurry? Why should I do that hm~?" Fushimi chuckled, low against Misaki's ear, water-soaked bangs brushing against his cheek.
"Sh-Shitty monkey… You… ngh… you should know why…" His breathing was becoming ragged, his legs threatening to give out on him. "Just— Ah…. F-Fucking do it already!" He gripped the wall as tight as he could, using it to keep himself standing.
Fushimi smirked, placing delicate kisses along Misaki's neck as he slowly withdrew his fingers. "Since you're begging me so nicely… I suppose it won't hurt to give you what you want, Misaki~"
Misaki's face burned red, mouth opening to retort only to let out another moan as he felt Fushimi's length pushing into him. "A-Ah!"
"Misaki, you're voice is echoing pretty loudly, you know…" Fushimi chuckled slightly, licking the back of Misaki's neck as he slowly began moving his hips.
"S-Shut up!" He muttered, trying to keep his voice down as moans threatened to escape more and more.
"I don't think I told you to stop, now did I? I want to hear Misaki's voice. I want to hear every sound you make…" With that, he gripped Misaki's hips tight, thrusting faster, in and out, angling his hips so he was brushing Misaki's most sensitive areas.
Keeping his voice down was impossible by this point.
Misaki's cries only grew louder, his body shaking as he felt the pleasure overwhelming him. "Sa- Saru… I'm… ngh…" His words were lost as he felt Fushimi nipping at his flesh, body pressed much too close.
It only took one last thrust and Misaki had reached his peak, the full assault of Fushimi filling him, the water against their bare skin, it all got too be much. With a cry he came, barely able to stand on his own two legs had it not been for the grip his lover had on him.
"Ngh… Misaki…" Groaning, Fushimi came, pulling out carefully.
Arms wound tightly around Misaki's waist, he sank to the floor, pulling the other down with him to settle in his lap, back against the overhead spray.
"Saru…"
"Yes, Misaki?"
"I thought the whole point of taking a shower together was to clean up?" He muttered, face slightly flushed from exhaustion and embarrassment.
"There are other purposes too, you know. That was just an example." Fushimi smirked, placing a kiss against Misaki's cheek.
"Che… Last time I listen to you, shitty monkey…"