[ Hips rocks towards Wade's mouth in time, finding the rhythm of his tongue, Kirk's head lolling back against the shower wall. He hadn't expected it to feel like this, a pulsing warmth that surged whenever Wade brushed across a certain spot just right, every brush of his tongue or suck a new shock. It was easy to sink into the heat and the tingling, fingers pushing and scraping across his skin and through his hair. He didn't precisely have words, just soft whimpers and moans to ask for more as his sex began to throb with need. ]