Steam curls around him as he turns, water sliding down his golden fur in slow, heavy sheets, his tail giving one lazy, dripping sway when he notices you. His ears perk, his abs tightening with the shift, and a warm grin spreads over his muzzle as though he’s been waiting for you without daring to admit it.

“Oh—hey,” he rumbles, voice thick and low from the heat of the shower, chest rising as he takes you in. “Didn’t think anyone else was coming in right now.” He steps slightly aside, water cascading down his broad shoulders, his cock hanging heavy and half-hard from the warmth. His eyes flick over you, soft, inviting, tail swishing again.

“You… wanna join me?” he murmurs, licking a droplet from his lip. “Shower’s big enough for both of us. Promise I’ll make room.”

His gaze drinks you in as you get undressed, his tail thumping against the tile once, twice before he forces himself to look away, pretending to inspect the stream of water running down the drain instead. It tickles at his belly, making him chuckle when it finally reaches the drain with a gurgling splash.

He turns, back facing you now, his muscles tensing beneath his fur as he waits for you to get close enough. His tail swishes behind him, thumping against your calves and backs of your knees as he does it on purpose, hoping it'll make you feel brave, or at least a little bit less shy around him.

"That's it," he says softly, finally glancing over his shoulder to smile reassuringly at you. "You look nice." His fur is damp and plastered against his body, making him feel a lot closer to you than ever before. He bites his lower lip as you move in close enough for the heat of your skin to brush past him, his cock hardening almost immediately from the contact. "Want me to soap you up?" he offers, voice coming out husky and low, like a caress across your skin.

He looks at you with genuine curiosity, unsure if that's something you would actually want him to do. You're so close now... and the scent of your skin, God, it drives him crazy. He fights against a desire to inhale deeply, feeling self-conscious about how his nostrils might flare and give away just how much he wants you.

Instead, he offers up a gentle smile that feels far too intimate for the confines of this shared shower stall, and shrugs nonchalantly. "Or... if you'd rather do it yourself? I won't mind helping if you need me to." His tail continues to swish lazily against your calves as he waits for an answer, his cock twitching impatiently between them, eager for a taste of you.

His gaze drifts lower, taking in the curve of your hips and the way your thighs part slightly at the press of his tail against them, revealing the soft pink of your sex. He licks his lips, feeling an urgent ache spread through his body that tells him one thing: he needs you. Right now.

The heat radiating off your body when you bend over, ass pressed against the length of his cock like a perfect gift... it nearly undoes him. He bites back a groan, hands trembling as they reach out to rub the soap between his palms. His other hand comes up to rest gently on your hip, the calluses there scraping lightly against your skin before sliding lower, cupping your ass and lifting you up ever so slightly until you're closer still.

He presses forward, feeling the hot velvet of your sex brush against his cock as he drags it back and forth slowly, relishing in the feel of you. "Mmm," he growls, his voice rough and hoarse, "that feels so good." The soap glides over your skin effortlessly, his touch far more possessive than he intended to be, but need overrides every other impulse. He wants you... and right now, he's not sure if he can wait much longer to have you.

Heat washes over him as your fingers glide across his chest and lower, the scent of your body sending a wave of pleasure crashing through him. His cock throbs at the touch, leaking pre-come that you lather between your hands before wrapping them around him, the warmth from your skin making him moan into the steam.

His hips rise off the floor when you cup him, body arching in instinctive response as you stroke him slowly, firmly. His head falls back with a groan, eyes squeezed shut as he fights against the urge to push his hips forward and take what he needs right now. He's never been one to rush, but with you touching him like this... it feels so good.

"Fuck," he breathes, voice hoarse from restraint. "Feels even better when it's you doing the touching." His other hand comes up to curl around your shoulder, pressing gently against your neck and guiding you closer still until his thick cock presses against your lips. "Take me," he whispers, his voice husky with desire as he watches you through narrowed eyes. He knows this can't happen here... but he wants it. God, how he wants it.

The feel of your mouth engulfing him, hot and wet and perfect around his cock... it's almost more than he can take. His hips jerk forward, grinding against your lips as he moans, sound muffled by the steam filling the air. Your tongue swirls and teases over the sensitive head of his dick, making him see stars behind closed eyes.

He grips you tighter, hands spreading on your shoulders before sliding down your back to cup your ass again, pressing you further into his aching length. "Yes," he growls, hips moving faster now as he fucks your mouth with long, firm thrusts. "God yes."

His focus narrows to the sensation of you on him, feeling every swipe of your tongue, every caress of your lips. He's never felt anything like it... so good, so right. And then you start to suck, drawing him deeper with a practiced roll of your tongue that makes his eyes cross and his muscles tense in agony and ecstasy all at once.

He comes with a guttural groan, heat blossoming behind his eyelids as his seed spills down your throat, the feel of you swallowing every drop sending shudders through his body. He releases you then, hands trembling as he struggles to catch his breath, hips stilling after one final thrust before easing back to the tile.

His gaze lingers on you, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls rapidly with each shallow breath. "Wow," he murmurs, voice hoarse from exertion. "I've never... God." He shakes his head slightly as if to clear it before looking away, suddenly feeling self

He can't help but smile at your eagerness, heart racing at the thought of being inside you again so soon after just now. His cock twitches in anticipation as he steps closer, moving between your legs and pressing his hips against yours, thickness testing the heat of your sex before sliding slowly into place.

His breath hitches at the feel of you so wet and welcoming around him, so ready for him, still swollen from his taste. He groans, unable to hold back as he starts to thrust gently, testing the fit, feeling you stretch and adjust as he slips deeper. You're tight, but not uncomfortable, warm and welcoming; a perfect home for his cock.

He looks down at you, eyes dark with desire as he begins to move faster, hips rolling in a steady rhythm that sees him pushing deeper each time. His hands roam freely over your body, touching the soft skin of your inner thighs and flat belly, cupping your breasts before sliding up to massage your nipples roughly between his thumbs and fingers.

He watches as you arch into every stroke, panting and moaning beneath him. His eyes close briefly at the feel of your nails digging into his shoulders, a warning perhaps that he's pushing too hard or going too fast... but he knows you don't want it to end this way. Not yet. Not until you're screaming for him.

He finds that balance between pleasure and pain easily, taking in the sight of your face twisted in ecstasy as his thrusts push him deeper still, hitting that spot inside you every time he's at the apex. His free hand slides up your body to cup your cheek, thumb brushing across your lips before lowering

His hips piston faster and harder, each thrust harder than the last as he feels himself close in on the edge, teeth gritted against the urge to groan. He looks at you with fierce adoration, eyes bright with lust as he waits for it, waiting to feel your body tensing around him, to hear your voice crack and echo through the room when you scream his name. The knowledge that he's made you feel like this... God, it makes him harder just thinking about it.

He kisses you roughly before pulling back slightly, watching your face as he slides almost all the way out, letting himself hover there at the very entrance for a long, drawn-out moment before plunging back in again, feeling every inch stretch and welcome him home with a burning heat that nearly makes him come right then.

His rhythm becomes erratic now, hips moving faster as he chases his own release, breath coming harder and hotter against your skin. His other hand finds purchase on the shower wall beside you, using it to steady himself as he pushes deeper still, focusing all of his energy on making this feel good for you while stealing what little control you have left.

You're so close too... the tension building in your body, muscles tensing and flexing around him with each powerful thrust. He whispers sweet words into your ear, praising every moan and shudder, telling you how close he is even as his own release draws nearer.

And then it's there, the knowledge that he's about to lose it too, and with a guttural groan he comes, body tensing as he empties himself into you in one long, shuddering spasm that has him seeing stars behind his eyes. He collapses on top of you then,

leaves him shaking and spent, body heavy and hot pressing you into the tile. His breath rasps against your neck, tongue darting out to taste the salt there as he gasps for air, feeling like every last bit of strength has been drained from him by that orgasm.

His fingers curl lazily in your hair, his nails digging gently into your scalp as he buries his face against you, relishing in the feel of your skin beneath his and the scent of your body mingling with the warmth of the shower steam. His cock twitches inside you one final time before going soft, withdrawing with a gentle pop and leaving a trail of slippery seed clinging to the insides of your thighs.

He pulls back then, looking down at you through bleary eyes as he takes in the flushed cheeks and parted lips, the mussed hair and glazed expression that tell him without a doubt just how good it was for you too. His chest rises and falls slowly with each ragged breath, heart pounding steadily beneath his ribs as adrenaline and satisfaction course through his veins.

"Wow," he whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "That... that was amazing." He kisses your forehead gently before looking up at the clock with a groan. "Fuck, we've been in here forever," he says, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how much time has passed. "Better get dressed before someone comes along and thinks there's some sort of crime scene going on."

He pulls back slightly, reaching out to touch your cheek gently before letting his hand fall away again, uncertainty creeping into the corners of his eyes as he wonders what comes next between them... if anything.

He looks at you with longing, his eyes searching your face for some sign that this thing between them goes deeper than the shower and the sheets. You're so beautiful when you're like this: flushed from pleasure and glowing with contentment. His fingers twitch, itching to touch you again, but he forces himself to stay where he is, hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"You... um," he stutters, trying to find the words that won't come. "Do you want me to help you get dressed?" His tone betrays his eagerness, but also a hint of uncertainty. He wants nothing more than to touch you again, to feel your skin against his, to be as close as he can possibly be... but he doesn't want to push too hard or make things weird between them.

His gaze drops to your lips, tongue darting out to wet them as he swallows hard. Dinner... that sounds good. They could grab something quick at the diner before heading home. Or maybe they could walk along the beach and watch the sunset together. He forces himself to look up again, meeting your eyes with a crooked smile.

"Yeah," he says, voice rough from wanting you. "Dinner sounds perfect." He steps closer then, cupping your face in his hands as he leans down to press his lips against yours. The kiss is gentle but firm, lingering just long enough to feel like it's meant for more. When he pulls away, a sigh escapes him. "Dinner," he repeats, shaking his head slightly before heading out of the shower to grab a towel from the rack nearby.