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"Johnny!" Amir called out, attempting to wipe the fog off his face to no avail, the heat fogging his vision, sweat and condensation dripping down his skin. His silver robe clung wetly to his chest and his normally silky waves now hopelessly frizzy with the amount of humidity in the room. His unkempt state was tragic enough to endure, but the noise was unbearable.
Johnny had been "practicing his singing" for hours with no reprieve, and Amir could feel his brain melting along with the rest of him.
"JOHNNY!" He shouted. He hated to shout, or lose his temper at all for that matter, but a mirror had to have his limits.
Johnny, it seemed, was perfectly content to continue sucking all the air out of the room, expelling it back at the other inhabitants in the form of choked high notes and outdated gibberish adlibbing.
"Every. Single. Day… I hope you burst a pipe…" Amir growled to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose in vain, knowing it would do nothing to fend of the fearsome headache brewing just behind his eyes.
"UH HU HU HUAA UNH!" Johnny belted over the sound of rushing water, his singing practice reduced to obnoxious vocalizations. You would think that would be a sign of him tiring, but no— it was a false comfort. Amir knew he was simply resting between bursts, and he'd had enough.
The sound that ripped out of Amir was positively guttural, pulled up from the depths of an ugly place he tried so hard to keep buried. It was unbecoming to lose your temper, but sometimes, just sometimes, a shower needed to be reminded that "—THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN HERE, YOU INGRATE!"
Johnny only sang louder.
No. They were not doing this today. Amir burst into the shower, ignoring the other object's nakedness and the water pouring over the top of his head, soaking him thoroughly. He didn't care. He just needed it to stop. Before he could react, Johnny was pinned by his wrists to the back of the shower wall, shock plastered across his face at the sudden intrusion of a very pissed off wall-hanging into his space. Amir ground his teeth, face flushed and seething as the other object had the audacity to look offended.
"H-ho there Baby, what's got you all hot and twisted?" He stuttered, trying to free his wrists from the death grip holding him in place despite the slickness of his skin.
"What's—! You! YOU have me bothered Johnny. It's been hours. HOURS! Do you realize that?" Amir flinched at the sound of his voice cracking, "It's not even healthy to sing for that long! I'd warn you of of the dangers of ruining your voice, only that would require you to have a voice to begin with!"
The Shower's face darkened into an infuriating smirk. "Oh-ho, careful there Sweetheart. Strain any harder and that pretty face of yours might crack."
His words barely reached Amir's ears with the way they were still ringing from all the screeching he'd had to endure. Attitude on top of that was too much for him to take. "Shut. Up!"
Johnny smirked back at him, but tried nevertheless to free himself from the corner he'd been crowded into. In their scuffle, he only succeeded in being pulled off balance, slipping underfoot to be caught by Amir's surprisingly strong grip around his naked waist. Being held up almost entirely now by the seething, panting object above him dampened his confidence somewhat, his face flushed in waiting.
"Amir—"
"Open that mouth again, and you'll find it put to use for a much different purpose!" Amir warned, feeling the flush crawling down his chest and settling just below his navel. Had they accidentally hit the hot water? It was getting harder to breath, cramped as they were in the small downstairs shower, but it was more than steam that cloyed the air between them. Johnny eyed him up and down, no doubt measuring the weight behind Amir's threat, but he had already made up his mind, waiting, just waiting for Johnny to try his patience. The singer's gaze lingering for a moment between Amir's thighs where his excitement had become visible, his own smirk turning into an insufferable grin.
"Easy there, Shiny Fella, no need to get testy. Though I will say, you do look mighty fine all flustered—"
He was swiftly cut off with two fingers forcing their way into his mouth. He latched around the intrusion, moaning loudly and sucking Amir further into his mouth while the other object retracted the support around his body to deftly free himself. With Amir otherwise occupied, Johnny attempted to gain the upper hand, but Amir was quicker kicking his feet out from under him with the tug of an ankle sending the other object flat on his bare ass— and eye level with his hardening cock.
Amir waited one breath, then another— just long enough for some sort of protest, but with only shock and hunger plastered over Johnny's face, his lips already parted with his panting, Amir committed. He gripped his fingers around Johnny's face, gentle still but intent as he guided him just out of the direct stream of water and lined himself up with the other objects lips. It took only a few seconds more before his length was pressing into the wet heat and down Johnny's throat, sliding his entire length in at an agonizingly slow pace. Hands scrambled to his thighs, but they were to draw him in closer, rising to the challenge, Johnny's expression still defiant even with the cock bottoming out against his lips
Fine. Then there was no need to hold back.
Amir stepped further into Johnny's space, boxing him into the corner and forcing his head upwards. The deeper angle left him choking around the length in his mouth but Amir held him in place with a grip in his hair, pulling the dark curls out of his eyes. He wanted to see every expression as he ruined Johnny's throat, setting a heated, brutal pace with each snap of his hips.
The silence was perfect.
Well, it wasn't silent per-say. Johnny still moaned wantonly with every thrust, but Amir never pulled out enough to free the sound from his throat, instead relishing in the added vibrations and effect of muffling him all at once. The skin wetly slapping skin was dampened by the rush of water streaming over their heads, and the pounding of blood in his ears drummed over the rest.
It was close to perfect, and mixed with the heat pooling in his gut from the sensations of Johnny's mouth wrapped tightly around him only made relief that much sweeter. He was not normally a selfish lover, but his anger had clouded his reason driving him to use the singer's mouth to chase his own release. Only he wasn't going to let him off that easy.
It had been hours of torment after all.
Amir let up in intensity only when he felt his pleasure threaten to spill over, while making sure to stay buried deep. He cycled between long smooth strokes, and resting deep in the back of his throat when he needed to. And never when Johnny needed to.
Oh he kept a careful eye on him of course, but the Shower was nothing if not a bag of wind, his breath control rather impressive. To his credit, Johnny held Amir in his mouth just as often as the other forced his way in, the pull from his hands insistent and the whine of his pleasure a constant drone. It was hard to see crowded over him as he was, but Amir could catch glimpses of his partners own desire standing neglected between his thighs. He hummed to himself, pleased by Johnny's restraint in this at least and chose to reward him;
"See, is this not a better use of your talents Johnny? You perform beautifully on your knees." The shower moaned, at the praise increasing his efforts to work over Amir's length.
With more careful planning, he could imagine laying Johnny out on the bed, head hanging just over the edge and having his way with this mouth for as long as the other could stand it, drawing out their mutual pleasure for hours and leaving the Shower too worn out to do anything other than give it a rest for once in his life. But as is, Amir did not have the foresight to prepare for such an undertaking, and the excitement of looming over him like this, awkward and heated and rushed, taking out his frustrations on a maddeningly pretty participant, it all only spiked his arousal past his limits.
He tried to resist, wanting to make him suffer just a little more for his lack of consideration, but Johnny's hand were all over him now, stroking up under his soaked cloths seeking out his skin, bobbing his head fiercely over his cock to suck his pleasure straight from his core. Amir thrust into him with abandon, leaning heavily against the back of the shower as all of his senses were overwhelmed with the sensation of being completely enveloped by Johnny.
"Perfect…" He sighed, and received a desperate whine in reply. Johnny was so eager for praise, and the pleasure building in him was immense, all Amir had to do was let the words fall from his lips—
But something twisted in his chest, a darker impulse, one that did not come naturally to him. Denial. But something about Johnny needled it's way under his skin, rubbing him raw every time the two were anywhere near one another (which was nearly always).
He tilted Johnny's face to lock their gaze together. "My pleasure shall be enough of a reward for you." And with that, watching Johnny's eyes light up, his face flushed and pleading, Amir spilled down the singer's throat, pulling back to fill his mouth with his taste before removing himself completely. Johnny held his mouth open, staring up at Amir with wide pleading eyes. Amir nodded, allowing the other to swallow down his spend, gasping to catch his breath finally.
Amir tucked himself back into his clothes, lamenting at the state of himself and how long it was going to take to untangle his hair like this. Johnny stayed seated, head falling under the water, heaving air back into his lungs. Amir considered his options for a moment, seeing his impromptu lover flushed and at attention still, but when the other object did not look up at him, doubt clutched his chest.
He gaped, opening and shutting his mouth as if the action would help him find the words, but before he had a chance to decide, a decisive grunt sounded just outside the shower door.
Looming as tall as ever, silhouette clouded by the steam, was Dorian.
Oh dear, he'd done it now.
"That's enough of that you two." He grunted, and with one final look towards Johnny who's expression could only be describe as conflicted, Amir sheepishly crept out of the shower head first. Coming face-to-face with Dorian, his face unreadable, left Amir's insides gelatinous, but Tyrell, the angel, was waiting just behind with an eager grin to mop up the mess Amir was, the other object gentle with his diligence. Dorian looked him up and down, and with a nod to Tyrell, certain he had things handled, leaned into Amir's ear.
"Should've thought of that ages ago." And with that, he removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the shower, closing the fogged glass door behind him.
Amir had no idea what to make of that, and aside from a cheeky little smirk, Tyrell said nothing of the red flush all over Amir's face, instead wrapping his warm embrace around him completely, soothing his shaking limbs into a lucid state of comfort.
"You are a vision, my friend. A true respite." Amir sighed, all too happy to lean into his strong arms, sinking into the softness of his robe and the floaty feeling overcoming him.
"It's my pleasure! Honestly, I'm surprised it took you two this long to, uh, work things out." Amir opened his mouth to protest, but Tyrell just wisked him through the open bathroom door, careful to swipe up any puddles on their way out. "Let's get you settled instead, yea?" He offered cheerfully. Amir let himself be led, but not before catching hints of the conversation from within the shower.
"Look at you... what a right mess. What did you expect, causing a ruckus like that?" Dorian growled alongside a slight shuffling as he picked the other object up into his arms. "Now, you're gonna be nice and quiet the rest of the night right?"
"Yes Dorian." Johnny's whine was muffled against his broad chest.
"Good man." And with the choked out gasp that shuddered from within, and the unmistakable wet sounds of stroking, Amir and Tyrell hurried out of the room to let them sort themselves out, ignoring the fierce blush across both their faces.