Mike's hands shook as he placed a trash bag over Dean's leg and duct-taped it, so no water would come in contact with his almost healed wound. Dean watched him curiousily from his little stool as the man crouched next to him and fumbled with his leg. Dean grabbed his wrist to make him stop and look up at Dean.
"Hey. You okay?" Dean asked. Maybe the guy was having second thoughts about what they did and now felt trapped, as if Dean would expect him to do more.
But, holy hell, Mike just smiled widely at Dean before catching himself, then looking away, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks as he just nodded.
Oh, he was more then okay, that's for sure. His hands started carefully caressing over Dean's exposed tight as he seemingly checked for any weak spots and then reluctantly pulled away.
He was about to walk out of the shower and let Dean have some privacy, but didn't notice Dean was still holding his wrist. When it caught, causing him to stop, he turned and looked at Dean questioningly.
"Stay. Let me show you more." Dean offered, making Mike's eyes grow wide. The man bit down on his lower lip, desire clear in his eyes, as they roamed all over Dean's body, pausing at his wrapped up leg with a dose of uncertainty.
"It'll be fine. Let me show you more, and then after, you could help me wash up..." Dean sweetened the deal and smirked as Mike gasped at those words. The man nodded and Dean let go of his wrist to reach for the man's hips, gripping them firmly, but not too tight as he maneuvered him deeper into the shower and right in front of Dean.
Mike was breathing heavily already, but Dean didn't drag it along, just carefully slid the man's underwear off of him. God, he really was a virgin. Considering Dean made him come just a few minutes ago, Dean was correct to assume the refractory period would be shorter, but even he didn't expect Mike to be this erect already.
Dean unintentionally licked his lips staring right at that substantial cock.
He quickly snapped out of it and picked up a sponge, running it under lukewarm water before cleaning what was left of their last session. He made sure not to touch Mike's skin with his fingers, not yet.
Only after he was done, did Dean glance up at Mike, seeing if the man was still okay and just as eager as Dean was. Mike had his eyes closed and was slightly shaking, so Dean took his hand in his and guided to his shoulder.
"Here, hold on to me. If at any moment you want to stop, just squeeze my shoulder, okay?" Mike nodded down at him and Dean continued. "I am going to lean in now and... This is what's going to happen. I am going to lick your dick with my tongue and then I am going to take it in my mouth, and it should feel good, but if it doesn't, if you want me to stop at any moment, just squeeze my shoulder and I'll stop."
Dean felt a little silky saying all of this, but the sight of Mike's deep blush made him quickly forget it. He leaned in, just as he said he would, supporting himself by putting his hands on the man's thighs, then stuck his tongue out at Mike's dick and licked a long stripe from the base to the head. Just as he reached the head, Mike squeezed his shoulder so hard, it was bound to bruise. Dean backed away immediately.
"What's wrong?" He asked, but the expression on Mike's face combined with the clear quivering of his cock and the big bead if precum that leaked was indication enough. "Too much?" Mike shook his head.
"You feel like you're gonna cum?" Mike nodded, not daring to open his eyes. Dean paused just looking up at the man in his debauched state and loving what he saw. His own dick perked up, filling out a bit and oh, yeah, Dean was so turned on by this.
"Normally, I would say don't hold back and let it happen, but... I want you to last just a bit longer...I just want you to feel what it is like..." Dean said, caressing Mike's thighs. "Can I... There is a way you could last a bit longer, but it might hurt, just a little bit... I could... I could out my hand on you and use my fingers to create a tight ring around the base of your dick and cut of the circulation, long enough to swallow you down."
Mike made a sort of a squeak at that, his eyes flying open to stare at Dean, to bore into him and reach his very soul. They were so beautiful and soft, green and affectionate and disbelieving and teary and did all sorts of things to Dean, especially when the fell closed and Dean saw Mike nodded, wanting it. Wanting Dean to show him.
Mike's breath hiccuped as Dean wrapped his fingers around him, his hand shivering on Dean's shoulder, but not squeezing, even when Dean's fingers did. Dean angled him downward a bit, licked his lips before wrapping them around the head of Mike's cock. In one smooth motion he slid down, not all the way, but enough for Mike to get a feel of the wetness and warmth of Dean's mouth.
Mike was panting and allowing little breaths ofah, ah, ahto escape him as Dean sank down, turning louder as Dean slid up and down again.
Dean pressed the flat of his tongue against the head of the cock and could feel the exact moment Mike's cock started to expand, the tight ring Dean's fingers created not holding anymore. Mike shouted out as his orgasm ripped out of him, and even though Dean wanted to stay and swallow all the man had to offer, Mike's unintentionally shoved him off with that hand on his shoulder and ended up spraying ropes of hot white cum all over Dean's face and chest.
"Oh!" He exclaimed as he crouched down in front of Dean and immediately tried to wipe it all off his face with his hand and fingers. He was clearly surprised and sorry for what happened, but Dean didn't mind.
"Don't oh! me. You liked it. You liked marking me, didn't you?" Dean said as soon as he was able to open his eyes and watched as Mike's expression turned from appalling, to contemplating to blushing like crazy, as if he just learned a new thing about himself. Dean smirked and startled Mike with a short kiss, a mere brush of his lips before he pulled away.
"Well. Now I really do need that shower."