Dom let Kiko wash him even though he knew where it would lead. The only other time they’d been together in the shower Dom had given Kiko a blowjob that had left him on his ass on the wet tile, too weak to finish his shower. The scalp massage alone was enough reason to see what Kiko had in mind. So Dom released the washcloth to him.
Kiko pulled back when Dom tried to close the two-inch gap between them and kiss him.
“Hey,” he said. Kiko gave him a mock-stern look.
“These aren’t one-way consequences, you know,” he said. “You’re the one who let me in.”
“I hope it wasn’t a mistake,” said Dom, but Kiko was pulling him closer, wrapping his arms around him to wash his back, his uninjured shoulder, his neck. Dom closed his eyes and let Kiko move him where he wanted, rested a hand on Kiko’s ass
