Water cascaded down his back; the steam filled the small bathroom, fogging the mirror and giving the room a haze. Dimitri heard the bathroom door open and close but didn't move from his spot under the shower head, letting the burning water ease the aches of his muscles. The exhaustion of the last two days had caught up to him, and he was ready for the day to be over—a hot shower followed by sleep.
That was the plan.
Rose disagreed.
Fingernails teased his side, gliding over his wet skin. Her palm pressed to the small of his back, working its way up to his neck and then back down, caressing lower.
"Roza," Dimitri breathed, turning his head so the water no longer trailed over his face. He saw her curls bundled in a messy bun at the top of her head, a flash of full lips pulled into a sinful smirk before Rose pressed up against his back. Dimitri groaned softly, closing his eyes as he focused on the feeling of her bare skin against his. "I thought you were tired?"
"I was," Rose admitted as her hands stroked his sides and stomach, "but then I thought about you in here, and now I'm awake." Lower her hands moved, caressing his muscular body, tracing patterns on his hips. "Are you too tired?"
A resigned smile graced his lips. "Depends on what you are planning."
Dimitri didn't move as Rose took her time, fingertips brushing his cock, gentle strokes as he hardened from her touch. Rose pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. "I want you in my mouth," she mouthed, dragging her teeth before sucking a mark on his skin, "Then, I want you to fuck me against the wall. It's been too long since you've done that."
The image her words created left Dimitri painfully hard, a soft moan in the back of his throat remembering the last time they had sex in the shower; he had pinned Rose to the wall as he took his time, each thrust met with a cry of ecstasy. It was the last time they had a day off at the same time; he was full of energy that day, not exhausted after travelling on high alert of a Strigoi attack. Yet, when Rose's hand grasped him firmly, he felt very awake.
Dimitri spun, catching Rose with his hands, grasping her shoulders as he pulled her against him, lips capturing hers. She moulded against him, her curves fitting against him perfectly. Dimitri swallowed every sound she made as his hands caressed her body; fingers dragging down to grasp her breast, and then the meat of her thighs. One hand slipped between her legs, teasing the bundle of nerves, while his other hand buried in Rose's hair.
Dimitri tilted Rose's head back, a sense of pride at the look of desire on her face. "Kneel, Roza."
She grinned, licking her lips in anticipation. Slowly, Rose lowered herself to the ground, her hands trailing down Dimitri's body as his hand remained in her hair. Dimitri twisted the curls, using it as leverage to guide Rose's face to his erection. She moved forward without needing to be led, wrapping her lips around the red tip; her tongue pressed against the head for a moment before she took the rest of him.
Dimitri steadied himself with a hand on the wall, watching as Rose worked fervently, taking every inch of him until he hit the back of her throat. Just watching her brought him closer to finishing; the sight of her at his feet with her fingers digging into his thighs, every inch of skin exposed to him. His fingers tensed, tugging Rose back until her lips only covered the head. Rose stared up at him, almost in a daze, her tongue moving over him as she sucked.
"God, you're beautiful," Dimitri moaned. He stepped back and reached for Rose, guiding her to her feet and reclaiming her mouth with his. They shifted a few steps until Rose's back was pressed to the wall. Their kiss didn't break, tongues tangled together as hands explored. Dimitri gripped Rose's thighs again, lifting her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Rose's head fell back, a low moan when he pressed against her, hot and hard between her legs. "Fuck, Dimitri," she cursed, rocking her hips to get some friction. "Just fuck me already."
A predatory grin pulled at his lips—happy to give Rose what she wanted. Dimitri drew back enough to slide his hand between them, angling himself before pressing in. He filled her in one thrust, groaning together in pleasure. "Is that what you wanted?"
A glare pinned him in place. "Move," Rose ordered, then a smirk pulled at her lips, "Or are you getting too old–" Her taunt was cut off by Dimitri's hips snapping against hers, his pace unrelenting. Rose cried out his name, half-finished praises falling from her lips as Dimitri's hips continued to move.
Dimitri buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking the skin until a trail of marks was left. His lips brushed the shell of Rose's ear, panting, "Happy now, Roza?"
Her breathless moans were his only answer. Dimitri shifted, thrusting deeper inside her.
"Are you going to come for me?" He demanded. His fingers gripped her thighs hard enough to leave marks, lifting her body and dragging her back down. Tension pulled at his own body, coiling, ready to snap, but not before Rose came undone first.
Rose dug her nails into his shoulders, her back arched until her breasts were pressed against Dimtiri's chest, nipples rubbed each time she was pulled down onto his cock. Her body tensed, warmth in her lower stomach building, growing until she felt like she would burst—just a little more.
Lips against her neck again, Dimitri pressed an open mouth kiss, then scrapped his teeth. It was enough, and exactly what she needed. Rose's body bowed, clenched around Dimitri as a cry of pleasure echoed in the bathroom. Dimitri followed over the edge, emptying himself inside her. They stilled, pressed against the tiles with the spray of water hitting Dimitri's back.
Rose was the first to move, massaging his muscles and pressing kisses to his temple. "Look at you, guess you aren't too old yet."