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Jesus Christ, one firm stroke, and I’m about to lose it.

The steam forms a thick cloud, hiding me from the world, giving me more privacy.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan a little too loudly.

If Leo is in the bedroom, there’s no way he can’t hear me. Hopefully, he’s in the kitchen. I won’t be able to remain quiet. Not when it’s been so long. Not that I think I’d ever be able to be quiet when it comes to Leo.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I moan, stroking myself hard and fast.

I tighten my fist, wishing it was Leo’s mouth, or even better his hole. I’d have both hands gripping his firm cheeks while I pound so many years of frustration into him.

My knees buckle at the thought and my back slams against the wall so hard, a giant crater forms. Tile crumbles, clattering to the wet floor. My shoulder presses against the ruined wall, my back arching from how good this feels.

This wouldn’t feel this good if it weren’t for him.

Or maybe it would. Maybe I feel like this because it’s been so long since I’ve given in.

No. Even I don’t believe that.

Everything I feel, every action I make now, it’s because of Leo.

And everything feels so much better since he’s come into my life. It’s only been a few hours, and he’s made me come undone.

“Leo,” I practically whimper his name, brushing my thumb over the leaking tip.

With my free hand, I reach down, tugging on my full sack, wishing he and I were at a place where he’d be the one touching me. The thought of his fingers skimming down my chest is all it takes for me to erupt.

I roar so loud, the entire shower vibrates. More broken tiles crash onto the floor; the pipes groan, causing the water to spurt.

Come shoots from my cock, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as pleasure crashes through me like a tsunami. Warm seed splashes onto my hand, milky white liquid that is going to waste instead of being inside of Leo where it belongs.

My vision flips to a searing red. My gums ache as my fangs descend. Even my claws scrape down the sensitive flesh.

A tremor floods through me as I come down from the biggest high of my entire life. I swallow, trying to catch my breath.

“Holy shit,” I mutter to myself, taking my clean hand to scrub my face.

I lose all my strength to keep myself upright and slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor and broken tiles. I don’t care. I just had a brand-new experience.

In all my years, there hasn’t been a day when I thought about a man. It’s never been an urge. It’s never even crossed my mind.

I drop my head in my hands, running my fingers through my drenched hair, waiting for the panic to grip me.

There’s none. All I feel is hope and excitement. My heart is still racing. My body is still buzzing. My cock is still hard, wanting more.

Wanting him.

And fuck, I want him. I want him more than I’ve wanted death.

I tilt my head back, pressing it against the wall as the water sprays onto my lap.

A soft knock sounds, a rapping of knuckles lightly tapping against the door.

“Yeah?” I shout, hanging my head down to let the hot water run down my back.

“Uh, are you okay?”

I freeze when I hear Leo’s voice. I expected Soren or maybe Glenn. If I don’t answer, he’ll leave.