Adrian couldn't tell what Stephen was thinking, not with the water clogging his lashes but he was pretty sure he could guess when Stephen told him he wasn't playing games.
He supposed he could have scened if Stephen had wanted to, would have enjoyed himself - that went without saying - too but he didn't want that right now, he wanted Stephen, to feel close to him and to get off. Rosmerta's death wasn't his fault but it had made him think about the many that were and his head was a little too over the place if he were to tell the truth.
"God, so gorgeous, baby," he murmured as he kissed Stephen back before he finally pulled back to talk. "Hands against the tiles, baby, I want to fuck you until you come all over those tiles," he said, slipping out from between Stephen and the wall and repositioning himself behind his husband.