The bathroom was a sanctuary of heat and steam, the air thick and heavy as the water swirled gently in the large clawfoot tub. Jensen sank deeper, the warmth of the water crawling beneath his skin, loosening the knots in his muscles but igniting something fiercer in his core. His breath came in shallow bursts, heart pounding in rhythm with the faint splash of water as it moved with their shifting bodies.
Behind him, Clinton stepped in, bare skin glistening with droplets as he settled into the bath. His arms slid around Jensen's waist with the ease of a predator claiming his prize, pulling him flush against that solid, familiar heat. Jensen's back curved into Clinton's chest, the sensation so immediate and electric that he shivered involuntarily.
The heat of Clinton's body radiated through the warm water, pressing against Jensen's own slick skin, their bare torsos melding into one seamless curve. Jensen's head rested against Clinton's shoulder, the faint scrape of stubble along his jaw sending a thrilling tremor down his spine. Clinton's breath was warm against Jensen's ear as he whispered, "You're mine tonight."
Jensen's hands instinctively went to Clinton's forearms, fingers digging into the firm muscles beneath smooth skin, marveling at the strength holding him so securely. Clinton's hands moved to Jensen's ribs, fingertips tracing lazy patterns that slowly grew more possessive, more demanding.
One hand slipped down Jensen's side, dipping beneath the waterline, and Jensen gasped as fingers found the sensitive curve of his hip bone. Clinton's touch was light but deliberate, teasing, exploring, as if memorizing every contour of Jensen's body. Then, without warning, his fingers slid lower, cupping Jensen's hardness through the water, thumb pressing gentle circles on the swollen head.
Jensen arched back into the touch, hips pushing forward as the waves of pleasure built, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The water rippled and splashed with the force of their movements, warm droplets dripping down their bodies like liquid heat.
Clinton's mouth found Jensen's neck, teeth grazing and nibbling just hard enough to sting. Jensen tilted his head, exposing more skin, moaning low as Clinton's tongue traced a fiery path over a sensitive spot just below the ear. His hands threaded through Clinton's damp hair, holding him close, desperate to feel more.
Their lips met in a fierce kiss—hungry and claiming. Tongues tangled, exploring, tasting, as the water rose and fell around them. Jensen's hands roamed over Clinton's chest, slick with moisture, fingers tracing the outline of muscles flexing beneath the skin. Every touch was electric, every breath a whisper of need.
Clinton shifted, turning Jensen in his arms until they faced each other fully. Jensen's legs parted willingly, thighs brushing slick skin. Their eyes locked, dark and full of hunger, holding a silent promise.
Clinton's hands slid lower, fingers trailing along the curve of Jensen's hip, sliding beneath the water to wrap around his shaft, already thick and slick with arousal. He stroked slow and sure, thumb flicking over the sensitive tip in a steady rhythm that sent Jensen spiraling.
Jensen's breath caught in his throat, hips grinding instinctively against Clinton's hand. "Fuck," he whispered, voice trembling, "I need you."
Clinton's gaze sharpened, voice dropping to a low growl. "I'm right here. Just wait."
His lips followed the path of his hands, trailing kisses down Jensen's jaw and neck before descending to his chest. He suckled gently on a nipple, biting softly, causing Jensen to arch into him, moaning openly.
Clinton's mouth moved lower, teeth grazing the curve of Jensen's ribs, lips parting to flick his tongue along sensitive skin. Jensen gasped as Clinton took his cock into his mouth, warm and wet, tongue swirling around the head, sucking and teasing.
Jensen's hands gripped the sides of the tub, knuckles white, hips bucking as Clinton deepened the kiss of mouth and tongue. The water sloshed wildly with their movements, droplets flying and catching the candlelight.
Clinton's hands tangled in Jensen's hair, holding him steady, the pressure of his mouth driving waves of pleasure through Jensen's body. The wet heat wrapped around him, every stroke sending shockwaves to his core.
"Cum for me," Clinton demanded softly, voice rough with need.
Jensen's body tensed, breath hitching as he spilled hot release deep into Clinton's mouth. Clinton swallowed every drop, pulling back slowly, eyes locked on Jensen's flushed, trembling face.
Clinton's tongue swiped a slow stripe up Jensen's shoulder, lips lingering just beneath his ear. "Not finished yet," he murmured.
With a gentle shove, Clinton turned Jensen fully around, pressing their bodies flush. Jensen gasped as Clinton's hands slid beneath him, fingers exploring the curve of his ass, gripping firmly.
Clinton's own length pressed against Jensen's thigh, thick and swollen, slick with arousal. Slowly, carefully, he lined himself up, teasing the entrance before pushing inside with deliberate slowness.
Jensen's breath hitched, every inch of stretch sharp and delicious. Clinton's hands stayed locked on Jensen's hips as he sank deeper, settling fully inside the warm, wet heat.
A low growl vibrated from Clinton's chest as he began to move—slow, deep thrusts that drove fire straight into Jensen's core. The water splashed and rippled, droplets clinging to their slick skin.
Jensen's hands clutched Clinton's shoulders, nails digging into the taut muscles as waves of pleasure rolled over him. His breath came in ragged gasps, eyes fluttering closed as every nerve flared alive.
Clinton bent forward, capturing Jensen's lips again, teeth grazing, tongues tangling. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, water splashing with every thrust, the candlelight flickering across slick skin.
Jensen moaned, head falling back against Clinton's shoulder. The sensation of being filled, of Clinton's heat and strength wrapped around him, was overwhelming.
The pleasure built, thick and pulsing, and Clinton's voice rumbled low. "Cum for me. Show me how much you want me."
Jensen screamed, muscles clenching, release crashing through him like a tidal wave. Clinton followed, thrusting deep as he spilled inside Jensen, both trembling as they rode out the waves of ecstasy.
For long moments, they clung to each other, hearts racing, breaths mingling in the hot, scented air. The water rippled softly around them, carrying away the last echoes of their shared fire.
Jensen turned, resting his forehead against Clinton's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his palm.
"I'm yours," Jensen whispered, voice raw and honest.
Clinton smiled against his hair. "Always."
The night stretched on, wrapped in warmth and whispered promises, their bodies entwined in a perfect harmony of heat, desire, and connection.