Zell stretched, back arching, eyes closed against the spray of the shower. He was tired and bruised, having spent the day training new students in the Training Center. Despite the pain, he was content, the overall ache satisfying rather than annoying.

Bowing his head, Zell rested one hand against the wall, letting the water beat down on his neck and run down his back. Man, I could stay here forever, Zell thought, taking a deep breath and nearly choking as he sucked in water.

Someone snorted and Zell jumped as wiry arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him backwards against a thin, hard chest.

“You’re hopeless.” Zell relaxed at the voice and leaned back, grinning.

“Hey, Squall,” he said, lacing his fingers with Squall’s. Squall didn’t answer, instead pressing his lips against the nape of Zell’s neck, tongue darting out to taste. His fingers trailed down Zell’s chest, short nails dragging before taking a firm grip on Zell’s cock.

“Nn.” Zell arched backwards, putting his hands over Squall’s, squeezing them. Squall chuckled against his neck and complied, pumping his cock slowly.

Zell panted and reached back, grabbing Squall’s ass and pulling him forward.

“C’mon, Squall,” he said, grinning fiercely. “Don’t start this if you’re not gonna finish it, huh?” He felt Squall smile against his shoulder before letting go of his cock, instead grabbing hold of his ass and spreading him open. Squall’s cock slipped around Zell’s hole before pressing against it.

Zell leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall, biting his lip. He was often too impatient to look for lube, instead insisting they do it like this; fresh, unprepared, the searing pain turning into a heavy ache, before eventually falling into pleasure. Sometimes I wish we could get to the pleasure part a bit faster! he thought, wincing.

Squall pumped his hips gently, letting Zell get used to the stretch, the heat, before pulling out halfway and slamming forward.

Whining, Zell bowed his head and pushed back, meeting Squall’s thrusts, gasping and moaning. Squall bent over him, panting in his ear and he continued his assault, circling his hips and stabbing against Zell’s prostate again and again.

Zell gritted his teeth. “Yeah…yeah,” he grunted, slamming back once more before crying out as he came, sticky ejaculation painting the wall.

Squall paused during Zell’s orgasm, waiting it out; then he was slamming forward once, twice before freezing, gripping Zell brutally, breath shuttered as he filled Zell up.

Stepping forward, Zell hissed as Squall slipped out of him before turning around. Grinning, he wrapped his arms around Squall’s shoulders.

“What do you say to rinsing off and have another round in bed?” Zell asked. From Squall’s slow smile, Zell knew it was a good idea.

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