When Dante enters the bathroom, Ryan thinks
maybe he needs to use the toilet. It’s really selfish of him to
just camp out in here all night. But the last thing he expects when
he opens his eyes is his boyfriend standing by the tub naked, every
glorious inch of skin uncovered, and damn but he needs to
get out of this tub now. For a moment he’s speechless—his
gaze trails up over strong legs curved with muscles and covered in
thin hair, a tight ass rounded out beneath the arch of Dante’s
lower back, narrow hips, a tapered waist, a hairless chest the
delicious color of café au lait…and then back down to the dark hair
kinked at his crotch and the reddening hardness already jutting out
at him, for him, Jesus. “I’m done,” he murmurs when he finds
his voice. He looks up at Dante’s smol
