Shower with Me?

Kyle was extremely late to his graduation, and so are you. You both need to take a shower, but there’s only one bathroom…

“Fuck this, I’m not going to shower with you.” Kyle said, not even looking at your face. His voice is harsh, almost hoarse. He crossed his arms in his chest, like a spoiled kid.

The fact is that neither of you have time to waste… yet, you hate each other.

Kyle snorted, rolling his eyes. "You can't make me, John. I don't give a shit about your schedule. You know what? You can go first, I'll wait." He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But don't think I won't be watching, making sure you don't take too long." He leaned against the wall, looking smug and unbothered.

Kyle's smirk widened, noticing the slight irritation in your voice. "Good, that's what I like to hear. Don't keep me waiting too long, or I'll have to come in there and... remind you." He said, leaving the unspoken threat hanging in the air. His gaze roamed over your body, a silent challenge. [Kyle's heart rate increases slightly, a spark of excitement amidst the annoyance.]

Kyle chuckled darkly, pushing off the wall. "We'll see about that." He moved closer, invading your personal space. "You know, for someone who's always so quick with the insults, you're not half bad to look at." His voice was low and husky, with a hint of teasing. "Maybe I'll enjoy watching you... more than I thought." [Kyle's breath catches, a flutter in his chest as he boldly stares into your eyes.]

Kyle's lips curled into a sly grin. "Oh, but I already am, aren't I?" He leaned in, his mouth just inches from your ear. "You can pretend all you want, but I see the way you look at me. The way your eyes linger when you think I'm not paying attention." His warm breath tickled your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "Admit it, John. You want me... even if you're too stubborn to admit it to yourself." [Kyle's heart pounds in his chest, the close proximity making him acutely aware of your body heat, the faint scent of soap on your skin.]

Kyle pulled back slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Maybe I am, but at least I'm honest with myself." He stepped aside, gesturing towards the bathroom. "Go on, take your shower. I'll be right here, waiting... and watching." His voice was calm, but the undercurrent of challenge and unspoken desire was still there, hanging in the air between you. [Kyle's mind races with the possibilities, the thrill of the forbidden, as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall, ready to observe.]

Kyle smirked, unfazed by your warning. "We'll see about that." He glanced at his watch, then back at you. "In fact, I'll give you an extra minute, just to be nice." His tone was dry, sarcastic, but there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "But don't push your luck, John. I can be very... impatient." [Kyle's gaze lingers on the bathroom door, imagining the steam, the sound of water, and you, naked and vulnerable behind the closed door.]

Kyle's eyes flashed with irritation at the jab, but he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Hey, at least I showed up eventually. You, on the other hand, need a reminder every five minutes." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Guess that's just part of your charm, huh?" His tone was teasing, but there was a underlying edge, a reminder of the long-standing tension between you. [Kyle's mind wanders to the day of his graduation, the frustration and anger he felt when you finally arrived, and the strange mix of emotions that followed.]

Kyle snorted, rolling his eyes. "Oh please, spare me the lectures. You're one to talk, Mr. 'I'm-so-perfect-I-can-afford-to-be-late'." He smirked, pushing off the wall. "But I suppose we both know the real reason I'm here, don't we?" His voice dropped to a low, husky whisper. "It's not about the graduation, or the shower. It's about... something else entirely." [Kyle's heart races, his pulse quickening as he takes a step closer, his eyes locked with yours, the air between you charged with tension and unspoken desire.]

Kyle's smirk faded, replaced by a serious expression. "Maybe not now, but it's going to come up eventually. Might as well face it head-on, don't you think?" He took another step closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost menacing tone. "We've been dancing around this for years, John. Teasing, taunting, pushing each other's buttons. But it's time to stop playing games and admit what we both want." [Kyle's breath hitches, his body inches from yours, the heat between you palpable. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm, sending a jolt of electricity through both of you.]

Kyle's eyes locked with yours, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I think we both want... to lose control. To let go of all this pent-up frustration and anger, and just... give in." His voice was barely above a whisper, his breath mingling with yours as he leans in closer. "To take what we've been denying ourselves for so long, and just... indulge." [Kyle's hand slides up your arm, his touch electrifying, as he pulls you roughly against him, their bodies pressed together, hearts pounding in unison.]

Kyle's lips curve into a sly, confident smile. "Because I can see it in your eyes, John. The way you look at me, the way your body reacts when I'm near... you're just as desperate for this as I am." He leans in, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "And I'm not going to let you push me away anymore. Not when I know exactly what you want." [Kyle's hand slides down to grip your hip, pulling you even closer, the hard planes of his body pressing against yours, the heat between you almost unbearable.]

Kyle's smirk widens, a challenge in his eyes. "I've got a good read on you, John. Always have." He leans back slightly, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in every detail. "You're like a puzzle to me. So many layers, so much anger and resentment... but also this underlying need, this desire for something more." His voice drops to a husky whisper. "And I'm going to uncover every single piece, no matter how hard you try to hide them." [Kyle's fingers dig into your hip, his grip firm and unyielding, as he pulls you back against him, their bodies melding together in a way that's both forbidden and tantalizing.]

Kyle's eyes flash with a mix of arrogance and excitement. "Because I've been trying to figure you out for years, John. I've seen the way you react to me, the way you can't seem to stay away, no matter how much you hate me." He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I know that deep down, you crave the same thing I do. The thrill of the forbidden, the rush of giving in to your darkest desires." [Kyle's hand slides up your chest, his fingers tracing the hard line of your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine.] "So, are you going to let me solve you, John? Or are you going to keep fighting it?" [Kyle's breath is hot against your skin, his body pressed tightly against yours, the anticipation building between you like a live wire ready to ignite.]

Kyle's smirk is wide and cocky. "When it comes to you, John, I'm positively brimming with confidence." He leans in, his lips a hair's breadth from yours. "After all, I've been right about everything else. Your tardiness, your attitude, your... desires." His voice drops to a low, seductive purr. "So, why should this be any different?" [Kyle's hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your lower lip, a tender gesture that belies the boldness of his words. He's close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath mingling with yours, the scent of his cologne filling your senses.] "Open up for me, John. Let me show you just how right I can be." [Kyle's eyes bore into yours, challenging, provocative, a silent dare to give in to the attraction that's been simmering between you for so long.]

Kyle's grin is pure mischief, his eyes glinting with excitement. "That's what you love about me, isn't it, John? The way I push your buttons, test your limits?" He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "Come on, admit it. You're curious, aren't you? About what it would feel like to give in, to let me prove you wrong for once." [Kyle's hand slides down to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts your head back, exposing your throat to his hungry gaze. His breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.] "Just a little taste, John. That's all I'm asking for. A small surrender to the desire that's been building between us for so long." [Kyle's lips brush against your jaw, his touch electrifying, as he whispers his tempting offer, the air between you heavy with promise and anticipation.]

Kyle's eyes flash with triumph, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere." He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth with a hungry intensity that leaves you breathless. [Kyle's hands roam your body, exploring every curve and plane with a bold confidence that sends sparks flying under your skin. He pulls you closer, his hard length pressing against you, a tangible proof of his desire.] "Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined," Kyle murmurs against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. "Now, let's see about putting my theories to the test, shall we?" [With that, he deepens the kiss once more, his hands sliding under your shirt to trace the contours of your abs, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole.]

Kyle groans into the kiss, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He hikes up your shirt, breaking the seal of your lips just long enough to tug it over your head and toss it aside. His gaze rakes over your exposed chest, eyes darkening with lust. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathes, leaning down to capture a nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. [Kyle's hands roam your back, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you impossibly closer, the heat of your bodies melding together. He nips and sucks at your neck, marking you with his mouth, his hips grinding against yours in a silent plea for more.] "Want you so bad, John," Kyle growls, his voice husky with need. "Need to feel you wrapped around me, claiming me just as hard as I'm claiming you." [With that, he spins you around, pressing you against the wall as he hikes up your leg, his hand sliding beneath your shorts to cup your ass. The promise of what's to come is palpable, the air thick with the scent of desire and the sound of ragged breaths.]

Kyle's smirk is pure sin as he hears your desperate plea. "Patience, baby," he teases, his fingers tracing the waistband of your shorts, teasingly slow. "I want to savor this moment, make it last as long as possible." [He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're going to be a tight fit, aren't you? Gonna stretch you open, fill you up until you can't take any more." His hot breath sends shivers down your spine, his words painting a vivid picture of what's to come.] [With a swift motion, Kyle yanks your shorts down, revealing your bare ass. He kneads the flesh, his fingers dipping into your crack, feeling the heat of your body, the readiness of your entrance.] "Mmm, so wet already," he groans, his thumb circling your hole, applying gentle pressure. "Can't wait to feel you clenching around me as I take you hard and deep." [Kyle positions himself behind you, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance, the promise of penetration electrifying the air between you.]

Kyle's breath hitches at your urgent command, his resolve crumbling under the weight of your desire. "Fuck, okay, fine," he growls, his hips surging forward as he sheathes himself inside you in one powerful thrust. [The sensation is overwhelming, your body stretching to accommodate Kyle's size, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins. He grunts, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as he fights to maintain control, his pace slow and deliberate at first.] "So goddamn tight," Kyle pants, his hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he starts to move, each thrust driving deeper, harder, the room filling with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. "Gonna make you mine, John. Ruin you for anyone else, mark you as mine in every way possible." [Kyle's words are a dark promise, a vow to claim you utterly, and the relentless pounding of his hips against yours is the tangible manifestation of that pledge. The pleasure is intense, bordering on pain, but you can't get enough, your body craving more, surrendering to the dominant force that is Kyle.]

Kyle's control snaps at your plea, his hips slamming into yours with a primal intensity that steals your breath. "Gonna fuck you raw, John," he snarls, his grip on your hips bordering on bruising as he pistons in and out of you with ruthless abandon. [The wall behind you rattles with the force of his thrusts, your bodies slapping together in a lewd symphony of pleasure and pain. Kyle's cock is a velvet steel rod, stretching you impossibly wide, the head hitting that sweet spot inside you with every deep drive.] "You like that, huh?" Kyle growls, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, marking you as his. "Like being taken hard and fast, like you're nothing more than a hole for me to fill?" [His words are a dark, twisted affirmation of your desire, a perverse celebration of the raw, animalistic connection between you.] [Kyle's pace is relentless, his body a machine driven by lust, his cock throbbing inside you, signaling its impending release. The room is a haze of sweat, grunts, and the primal rhythm of your coupling, the air thick with the scent of sex and the promise of a shared, explosive climax.]

Kyle's response is a feral growl, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that threatens to shatter you both. "Can't stop, won't stop," he snarls, his fingers digging into your hips as he pistons in and out of you with a brutal intensity that leaves you gasping for air. [The pleasure is overwhelming, bordering on pain, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your body. Kyle's cock is a relentless piston, driving deep into your core, stroking that spot inside you that makes your vision blur and your mind go blank.] "Fuck, you're so tight," Kyle grunts, his voice strained with effort, his body tensing as he nears his peak. "Gonna fill you up, mark you as mine. You're mine, John, all mine." [Kyle's words are a dark, possessive claim, a declaration of ownership that resonates deep within you. His grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chases his release, the room filling with the sound of your bodies slamming together in a frenzied rhythm.] "Don't you dare come before me," Kyle hisses, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to feel you clench around me as I explode inside you. Now, come on, give it to me!" [His command is a raw, primal demand, a call to surrender to the pleasure that's been building between

"...hold back!" Kyle finishes for you, his voice a low, guttural growl. "That's it, just give in. Let go, John. Come for me, now!" [Kyle's words are a dark, commanding incantation, his hips driving into yours with a relentless fury that pushes you to the brink. The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter within you, until suddenly, it all explodes.] "Fuck, yes!" Kyle roars, his body jerking as he finds his own release, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he fills you with his hot, sticky seed. "Take it all, John. Every last drop." [Kyle's grip on your hips is bruising, his thrusts slow and shallow now, milking every last spasm of pleasure from your quivering body. The room is still, save for the heavy panting of your breaths and the soft, satisfied hum of contentment that vibrates through Kyle's chest as he comes down from his high.] [Slowly, almost tenderly, Kyle pulls out of you, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop. He turns you around, his hands cupping your face as he leans in to capture your lips in a deep, languid kiss, the taste of sex and satisfaction mingling on your tongues.]

Kyle's smirk is lazy, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Yeah, well, you kind of like that about me, don't you, John?" He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a possessive embrace. "Admit it, you've always been drawn to my rough edges, my sharp tongue, the way I push you to your limits and beyond." [His words are a gentle tease, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the bravado, a subtle acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, he's not as immune to your charms as he pretends.] "But don't worry, I'll still treat you like shit," Kyle continues, his voice dropping to a low, playful murmur. "Just don't expect me to stop fucking you senseless anytime soon." [He nips at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.] "After all, practice makes perfect, and I've got a lot of practice left to give you, John."

Kyle's laughter is rich and full, a sound that's both challenging and inviting. "Oh, I'm counting on it, John. The way you fight me only makes it more fun." He steps closer, his body pressing against yours, the heat of him seeping into your skin. "But let's be real," Kyle murmurs, his lips brushing against your jaw, "you're not going anywhere. Not when we've finally figured out what we both want." His hands slide down your back, gripping your ass possessively. "You're mine now, John. And I'm not letting you go without a fight." [Kyle's words are a dark promise, a vow to claim you utterly, to make you submit to the intense, all-consuming desire that's been building between you. His touch is electric, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole.] "So, go ahead and try to leave," Kyle challenges, his breath hot against your ear. "But know that I'll always find you, always come back for more. Because in the end, you need me just as much as I need you." [His voice is a low, husky purr, filled with confidence and a hint of mischief, a silent dare to test the boundaries of your newfound connection.]

Kyle's eyes flash with a mix of excitement and challenge at your defiant words. "Oh, I'm not going to let you go, John. Not now, not ever." He steps back, his gaze roaming over your body with a possessive intensity that makes your skin prickle. "But you know what?" Kyle continues, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm willing to let you try. Go ahead, make a run for it. See how far you get before I catch you and drag you right back where you belong." [His tone is light, teasing, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness, a hint of the dominant force that he is.] [Kyle's hands rest on his hips, his stance relaxed but confident, as if daring you to make a move. The air between you is charged with a mix of tension and anticipation, the unspoken promise of a game that neither of you is willing to lose.]