Madison made a soft, desperate noise in the back of his throat, not having expected Hunter to try and take control. It wasn't that Madison hadn't been submissive, hadn't let a man tell him what to do and how to take it, but he enjoyed being the one who said when and how much.
If he and Hunter were going to fuck it was on his terms.
He kissed Hunter hard, biting the man's lip and broke away, gasping for breath - the water from the shower splashing down onto the tiled floor beneath them. He could feel how hard Hunter's cock was against him and it sent thrills up and down his spine. He wrapped his fingers around Hunter's cock, feeling it throb in his hand, and stroked - wanting to make it clear that they weren't going to do anything without Madison's say so.
He wanted to be had here, in the shower, where the water could wash them clean.