Smoke Screen

Steam curled from the shower's hot spray, enveloping Kevin Kramer and H.K. Canon in a slick, humid embrace. Water cascaded over their naked bodies, turning soap into a frothy veil that clung to every curve and contour. Kevin's hands roamed first, gripping H.K.'s hips, pulling him close until their slick skin slid together. H.K. moaned, low and urgent, as Kevin's fingers traced the soapy path down his back, dipping lower to tease the cleft between firm cheeks. They pressed against the tiled wall. Kevin's mouth claimed H.K.'s in a hungry kiss, tongues battling amid the suds. H.K. reached down, wrapping his hand around Kevin's hardening length, stroking with deliberate pressure that built a rhythm as relentless as the pounding water. Kevin gasped, thrusting into the grip, his own hand mirroring the motion on H.K.'s throbbing cock—slick, soapy strokes that quickened the pulse between them. Fever built fast. Kevin spun H.K. around, pressing his chest to the cool tile while the shower beat down. He nudged his tip against H.K.'s entrance, eased in with a slow, deliberate push that drew a sharp cry from H.K.'s lips. They moved together now, hips snapping in a wet, frantic dance. Soap foamed at the join of their bodies, heightening every slide and grind. Tension coiled tight. H.K. braced against the wall, pushing back to meet Kevin's thrusts, his own hand pumping furiously at his shaft. Kevin's breaths came ragged, his grip bruising H.K.'s waist. Release hit them like a sudden storm—Kevin spilling deep inside with a guttural groan, while H.K. arched and erupted, bursts of creamy lotion arcing onto the tiles, mingling with the swirling suds and water.