Elias spun him around roughly, shoving Zion’s chest against the slick tiled wall. Cold water from an overhead showerhead sprayed across both of them, soaking Elias’s uniform in seconds. Zion braced his palms flat on the tiles, arching his back and pushing his ass out invitingly. Elias yanked the jumpsuit the rest of the way down to Zion’s thighs in one harsh motion, exposing the firm, rounded globes of his ass, the tight furl of his hole, and the heavy swing of his thick c**k and balls between his spread legs.
“Jesus Christ,” Elias muttered, voice hoarse. His hands gripped Zion’s hips hard enough to leave marks, thumbs spreading the cheeks apart. Zion’s hole twitched under the scrutiny, already glistening faintly from the running water.
Zion pushed back against the touch, breath hitching
