With help from Tim, Kon discovered the wonders of shower-sex.
Yeah, ok, so rimming was an acquired taste—all puns intended. And Tim was kind of a clean freak. The two things didn’t go hand in hand. Hell, Tim didn’t even like Kon to do it to him.
But holy mother of god. Get the guy in a shower with a bar of soap and the rules changed.
Kon spread his legs wider, bracing one foot against the edge of the tub and tried not to fall to his knees. For what it was worth, Tim’s hands were spread on the back of his thighs but Kon did weigh something like two tons and they both knew it wasn’t really helping.
His tongue, though. Holy sweet fucking—
“Tim…” he groaned. ”I swear if I even look at my cock right now I’m gonna cum, man.”
Tim pulled back, pushing wet hair out of his eyes and Kon knew he was laughing even if he couldn’t hear it over the water.
“Then close your eyes,” he said, raising his voice.
His lips returned and he lapped with the flat of his tongue between the cheeks of his ass.
And Kon’s eyes fluttered closed on their own.