Stephen moaned as Adrian touched him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine and leaving his skin tingling under it. The sweetness of the sensation was in complete contrast with being taken dry, spit and water the only things to ease the passage.
He willed himself to relax, to embrace the low-burning sensation spreading through him. It took some effort and he felt his entire body on fire. God, he'd be so sore in the morning, but it was worth it. Stephen rested his forehead on the tiles, but they did little to cool him off, too hot from the water and steam.
"You're going to kill me," he breathed out, but there was too much desire in his voice to be taken seriously.