Jim leaned back in the shower, let the hot water bash down on him, beating out the lingering muscle aches from a hard week at the gym. Grabbing the soap, he started washing, cleaning himself, using the bar to massage his muscles.

Two big hands joined his, Marcus joining him. "Mmm... I do love you all soapy and slick."

"Master." His body responded immediately, eagerly, and he spread, not hiding anything.

Marcus' lips found his, those hands continuing to move over him. The kiss left him shaken and gasping, and all he could do was hope for another. Marcus didn't let him down, another kiss opening his mouth as Marcus' tongue invaded.

Hungry. His lover was hungry, which shouldn't surprise him, he supposed, but it did.

Pushing him against the tile, Marcus rubbed against him.

"What... what's gotten into you?"

"You." Marcus chuckled. "Or at least I'll be getting into you."

"Mmm." He nodded, smiled. "Sounds perfect."

"Yeah." Marcus reached around and grabbed his ass. "It is perfect."

"That's yours." It needed to be touched. Spanked. Reddened.

"It is." Marcus squeezed tight.

"I... Yes. Yes, Master." He reached up, stroked Marcus' head. "You need a shave."

Marcus laughed, nuzzling into his touch. "I was thinking the same thing." His Master's hand slid around and rubbed the skin around his cock. "The exact same thing."

"I thought..." They hadn't done that in months... maybe longer. He didn't have stubble; he had a heavy mass of curls.

"What did you think, baby?"

"I thought you didn't want that anymore."

"Oh, baby. I like 'em short and curly, and I like them non-existent." Marcus' fingers slid through the curls around his prick.