Stephen's hand inched toward Adrian's until Stephen laced their fingers together, squeezing tight as Adrian fucked him harder. He loved his moments, quiet and calm with no one but them around. Their voices were almost whispers, drowned by the water hitting the porcelain, reverent and soft, never detracting from what they shared.
"I love you," he said as he pushed back. Sex and love were intertwined for them, and this was the easiest way to show each other how they felt. "God... Adrian, I need--" He rested his forehead against the tiles, while closed his hand over Adrian, stroking his cock faster, demanding, until he couldn't wait any more, spunk and covering mixing on the tiles and their body.