[Warning - Spice ahead]
One hand splayed across Chris's stomach, holding him close, while the other trailed down, through the cleft of his ass.
Chris gasped, arching back. He was so slick, the sweet scent of him mixing with the steam. Dax's fingers found his hole easily, circling the fluttering, desperate rim.
"So wet for me," Dax said, his breath hot on Chris's neck. "So ready. You want me to fuck you here? Against the wall?"
"Yes," Chris begged, the word a broken sigh. "Dax, please."
A low, approving growl was his only answer. Dax's finger pressed inside him in one slow, relentless push. Chris cried out, his head falling back against Dax's shoulder.
"More," Chris whimpered, pushing back against the intrusion. "I need more."
"Greedy," Dax murmured into the damp skin of his neck, but there was only dark approval in his tone. He withdrew the finger, almost completely, making Chris gasp at the sudden emptiness, then pushed back in with two.
'Oh, fuck.'
