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Chapter Nineteen
Steam billowed out the door as Raeden stepped into the bathroom. He could see Kim standing in the shower, his head thrown back, water running down his chest. His spill of ink black hair brushed the top of his tiny but oh-so-shapely ass. A shudder of desire ran through him. His cock, which had stayed semi-erect with anticipation the entire time he was putting the groceries away and the lasagna in the oven, now fattened and lengthened toward full readiness.
Balancing the wine glasses he carried, he carefully opened the door of the shower enclosure.
"Hey," he said in soft greeting, not wanting to break the spell that Kim seemed to be under.
Kim opened his eyes and smiled dreamily up at him.
Dazzling.
"Sip of wine?" Raeden offered him the glass of the Italian white he'd opened.
Kim took it and gave it a sniff before taking a small sip. Raeden tasted his own, rolling it around on his palate before swallowing. It was crisp and dry—not quite as cold as it should have been but still very drinkable.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"It's fine." Kim's neutral expression matched his words, but Raeden felt his distaste.
"What do you
really
think of it?" he chided.
"It's not what I was expecting," Kim admitted. "All of the wine I've had before has been quite sweet. This is sort of sourish or maybe bitter."
"Yes, it's on the dry side."
"Of course. 'Dry.' Must be an acquired taste."
"I can get you something else," Raeden offered, but now that he had finally made it back to Kim's side, he was loath to leave it.
"No, this is fine. If we're going to live in your fancy world, I should acquire a taste for fine wine." He smiled up at Raeden and took another sip.
Raeden reached out and push a wayward strand of wet hair away from Kim's face. "Have you washed your hair yet?" he asked.
Gorgeous color crept into Kim's cheeks. "No ... I haven't done anything at all except stand here and ... luxuriate." Suddenly he stiffened, a shock of concern emanating from him. "How much will it cost—this long hot shower?"
"It's fine, little one," Raeden assured him. "We can afford it. We do live in a world of scarce resources, so I wouldn't recommend taking a forty-five minute shower every day, but once in a while is just fine."
Kim relaxed again and took another sip of wine before handing Raeden his glass. "I guess I'd better get on with it though."
Raeden stepped out to set the glasses on the counter before joining Kim in the shower again. He stopped him just as he was about to pour shampoo into his palm. "Let me. I love to touch your hair." He took the small bottle away from Kim and proceeded to lather his young lover's hair with the fragrant liquid, massaging his scalp while he was at it.
Kim let out a moan of bliss that reverberated through Raeden. He would never get enough of hearing Kim's sounds of pleasure. He ran his fingers through the silken strands of Kim's long fall of hair. "So amazing. I love your hair."
"Yeah? I was thinking of cutting it." Kim's voice was a dreamy murmur.
Raeden frowned. "Why on earth would you cut it?"
"It seems kind of juvenile now. I always kept my hair long because my father had a long braid. I used to love tugging on it. I remember so little about him." Raeden felt Kim's wistfulness and it brought a lump to his throat. He fervently hoped his plans worked out. He still couldn't believe Kim's father was alive and apparently well after all these years.
"...and it's a pain to wash," Kim was saying.
"I'll wash your hair for you anytime, little one. Especially if that means you don't cut it. It's way too beautiful to destroy."
Kim looked up at Raeden, his dark eyes sparkling. "Okay. I'll keep it long for you—for now."
Raeden finished washing Kim's hair and began working a basil-scented conditioner into it. Meanwhile Kim had found the shower gel and a washcloth and was rubbing suds across his broad chest. His skin shivered with pleasure under Kim's gentle hands. When his lover stroked the rough cloth across one of his sensitive nipples, the erotic sensation wrenched a gasp from Raeden.
Kim smiled at him slyly. "You like that?" He brushed the cloth back and forth across one nipple while he began pinching the other nipple. Raeden dropped his head back and let out a long drawn out groan. His hard cock twitched, bouncing toward Kim's chest as if it were magnetic.
Raeden felt a tendril of fear break through Kim's pleasure. He looked down to find the young man staring at his cock with wide eyes. Dropping to his knees, he sat back on his heels in a non-threatening position and felt Kim's anxiety drop away.
Taking the washcloth out of his mate's hand, he squirted more soap onto it and began to rub it lovingly across Kim's pale wet skin. Kim wound his fingers into Raeden's short hair and tugged gently. Then he poured shampoo into his hand and used that as an excuse to thoroughly entangle his fingers in the blond crop.
Raeden was lost in a haze. Between the feel of warm, supple skin under his fingers and the scrape of Kim's fingernails against his scalp, he was in heaven. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the curve of Kim's hipbone. He felt a tremor run through the other man. This close, he could smell Kim's sex, clean and earthy.
He ran the washcloth across Kim's butt cheek with one hand while he kneaded its twin with the other. Pushing the cloth into Kim's crack, he ran it slowly forward across his perineum, to wash his balls from behind. Watching the eggs jiggle in their wrinkly sacks, Raeden needed a taste. He pulled one gently into his mouth to a squeal from Kim. The hands washing his hair suddenly clutched and pulled. He rolled the ball around in his mouth, giving it a thorough tongue bath. Kim's breath hitched and he let out a small needy sound.
Raeden let the orb go only to swallow up the other one, giving it the same treatment. The grip on his hair tightened and Kim's small hips thrust forward. Then the young man slid one of his legs over Raeden's shoulder, giving him full access to his taint and balls. Raeden adjusted his hands, taking part of Kim's weight and steadying him as he renewed his efforts to map his lover's balls with his tongue.
"Nnngh!" Kim said.
"So delicious," Raeden murmured, nuzzling.
As the fingers of one hand automatically sought Kim's puckered hole, petting softly, his tongue wound its way upward, tracing the veins on Kim's slender cock. He sucked gently on the head, pushing the foreskin down with his lips to slide his tongue around the ridge.
"Rae!" Kim cried out and Raeden savored the sound of his name coming so desperately from his lover's lips. He wanted more. He tongued Kim's slit and then greedily sucked on the ruddy head.
"Raeden—oh!"
Raeden smiled around the cock in his mouth and then sucked it in, sliding his lips to the base, the head of Kim's shaft bumping the back of his throat. He set up a rhythm then, steady and fast, his hands on Kim's butt urging him to fuck his face.
Kim no longer cried out his name. Instead all manner of small frantic noises fell from his lips. His fingers scrabbled, trying to get a better grip on Raeden's short hair. Raeden could feel the trembling in his legs and the build up of tension in his muscles even as he sensed Kim's impending orgasm through their mind connection.
His own body was an electric wire, crackling with energy. He felt more alive than he had since—
He shut down that line of thought, forcing himself to stay in the here and now, in the moment. It wasn't hard. His senses were swamped by Kim: his lovely, needy sounds, his intoxicating scent, the warm, wet skin under his hands, and the sheer pleasure flowing through Kim's mind.
And then Kim came. He felt it through their mindlink—that moment when the pleasure and tension became just too much. The orgasm rocketed through Kim's body, spilling into his mouth in a torrent of salty spray. Kim screamed his name as he thrust his hips helplessly into Raeden's face. He was only peripherally aware of the painful grip Kim had on his hair, of himself swallowing quickly to keep up with flood of Kim's release. Caught in the maelstrom of his mate's orgasm, he couldn't tell where Kim's ended and his own began. He grabbed his leaking cock, pumping furiously, and in three strokes he his seed erupted from his organ in a pulsing torrent. He let out a guttural cry that mingled with Kim's whimpers.
Everything was white noise for several long moments, then Raeden heard Kim gasping for air, felt his body starting to relax, heard a sweet moan of satiation come from Kim's lips. He gave a few more soft licks to his lover's spent member, then rested his head against Kim's narrow hip, panting. The world was still spinning dizzily. He ran his hands up and down Kim's legs, the motion soothing him, helping him to gather up the tattered remnants of his mind.
"Oh, Rae," Kim said on a gasp as he collapsed against him. Raeden gathered the tiny man up in his arms, holding him close. He was still too overwhelmed to speak. It was the first orgasm he'd had in eight months and it had been ... momentous. He felt tension that he didn't even realize he'd been carrying ease away on a sea of bliss.
He'd thought his sex life was over forever. He hadn't even been able to get hard since Lyzel's death. And now this beautiful, erotic young man had given him one of the best orgasms ever. He was overwhelmed with love and gratitude.
After a few moments Kim began to giggle. "You still have soap in your hair."
Raeden pulled back to look Kim in the eye. His mate's dark eyes met his, sparkling with a joy that Raeden had never seen in him before. Raeden grinned back, feeling happy and relaxed and downright wonderful for the first time in a very long time.
