Giovanni blinked as he stared at the bathroom wall. The white tiles were dripping with water from the showerhead, and so was Giovanni's body which was pruning with every passing minute because he didn't want to head back to his bedroom.

     He had cleaned up, but he was starting to wonder if that would be enough. What if Ashkii just didn't like the feel of anal, but if he thought having to lube up and be cautious about the whole process was too much work and unsexy?

     What if he wanted this to stop?

     Then what?

     Giovanni wasn't sure why posing the question to himself made him so nervous. He had been the one pushing Ashkii away for so long. He'd been the one who had just wanted both of them to forget about the attraction Ashkii was feeling and just never speak about it again.

     So why was he so nervous about Ashkii possibly deciding this whole thing wasn't for him?

     Ashkii was young and shy and looked nothing like the men he usually went for, but he was also sweet, mature, good at listening, and packed a lot downstairs.

     Giovanni blinked, sighing when he realized he had spaced out again. He rubbed the side of his head with his fingers. Taking in deep breaths before toweling off and heading back to the bedroom. Ashkii, who was still waiting, perked up, sitting up as he watched the older man walk over to the bedside table before pulling out a tube from the drawer.

     "I—can I help?" Ashkii asked when he noticed what it was for.

     Giovanni seemed to think about it for a bit before shaking his head and unscrewing the cap. "Just lie down," he said, climbing onto the bed and kneeling. He coated his fingers with the lube, rubbing his entrance before slipping a finger in, and then another.

     Giovanni couldn't help how his eyes darted from one end of the room to the other as he prepared himself. He didn't want to look at Ashkii now—didn't want to contemplate the emotions that could potentially be playing on the younger man's face, good or bad.

     "G-Giovanni..." The younger man's voice trembled, making the bartender look in his direction. "Let me touch you," Ashkii said. "Please."

     Giovanni shook his head as he kept preparing himself. He wasn't going to let Ashkii do something that he might dislike. "I'm almost done, just wait," the older man said, letting out a deep sigh as he worked himself on his fingers. It felt good, but it would pale in comparison to what Ashkii was packing. The older man let himself look down and up towards Ashkii's privates. His hair was somehow even darker and thicker in that region. It made Giovanni's heart flutter. He'd always loved hairy men. Beards, long hair, chest hair, hair in the legs and nether regions... all of it. He reached out to touch Ashkii's penis with his free hand, rubbing it in between his fingers in circular motions as he rode his own fingers.

     "I want you..." Giovanni let out and Ashkii let out a noise between a whine and a groan.

     Giovanni smiled a little, taking his fingers out of himself before picking up the condom on the side. He ripped the packet open and rolled it down Ashkii's shaft. Things felt better without a condom, for sure, but he didn't know Ashkii that well, and this was the younger man's first time trying anal, and he possibly wouldn't be as gentle.

     "I'm going to sit on you," Giovanni said in a matter-of-fact tone, hovering over Ashkii now before taking hold of the man's penis and angling it towards his entrance. "And you're going to fuck me so hard I see stars, okay?"

     Ashkii seemed to visibly gulp, but he nodded anyway. "I will. I want to." The younger man reached out to hold Giovanni's hips, sucking in his breath as Giovanni eased him into himself. It was tight, and it was only the tip so far.

     Giovanni smiled as he continued to ease himself down. "You're such a good boy." The words caught Ashkii off guard, but it made a shiver of thrill rush through him. He clenched Giovanni's hips even harder, thrusting upwards a bit. The bartender seemed taken aback, closing his eyes as a sharp pain ran through his back.

     "Baby, you're hurting me."

     Ashkii blinked, then started to profusely apologize when he realized what was going on.

     "I'm sorry," he mumbled, letting go of Giovanni's hips. "I don't know what came over me."

     Giovanni sighed, opening up his eyes as he continued to ease down. "It's okay," he said, letting out a sigh. "It takes a lot more time like this. You just can't try and shove me down on you," he explained, feeling the ache from before start to dull down.

     "It's hard." Ashkii stared up at Giovanni. "You're here looking like you do and saying things to me that work me up—"

     "I know," Giovanni said, taking in the rest of him. "We're good now, okay?"

     They said still for a bit, with Giovanni just processing how thick and hard Ashkii was, to the younger man trying to get used to how tight Giovanni was. It felt like that man's walls were squeezing him like a tight glove, but it also felt warm, wonderful, and exciting. He felt like if he made one movement he would cum right away.

     "I'm going to move," Giovanni announced as he started to grind softly. He had both hands on the side of him, and he leaned back just enough for his hair to fall back, and his erect penis to be in full view of Ashkii. It was darker than his overall skin color, and the hair around it was trimmed down into a thong pattern that Ashkii found quite attractive. His mouth watered a bit, and he felt frustrated that he hadn't tried to go down on the older man.

     Next time. He told himself. Well, if there was a next time, and if Giovanni would allow it. The man hadn't let him finger him, so Ashkii wasn't sure if he would let him give him a blow job either.

     "Ashkii..."

     Giovanni's voice calling out to him made him look up and the look on the older man's face was just about enough to give Ashkii a heart attack. His dark eyes were pooled with lust, and his long lashes glittered a bit under the light. He was biting his lower lip, and Ashkii remembering that was the same mouth being filled by his shaft a while back sent his brain on overdrive.

     He let his hands reach up to hold Giovanni's hips again, and the older man reached out to hold onto his hands as he kept grinding down on him. Ashkii's eyes moved to Giovanni's hands. The fingers were slender and long, and the nails were well-groomed. His eyes then moved to the man's stomach, and he blinked, feeling his face warm up for the sixtieth time this evening when he could recognize an outline of his shaft on it.

     Ashkii gulped. Giovanni wasn't a small person by any means, but he was so slender that Ashkii could see how much he filled him. Giovanni was stuffed. Ashkii was the one doing the stuffing, and fuck that was unbelievably hot to the younger man.

     "Gio, can I...?" Ashkii trailed, unable to complete his sentence as he watched Giovanni press up and down on him.

     Gio chuckled a bit, "Can you what?"

     "I want to move," Ashkii said. "Please."

     "You can," Giovanni said. Ashkii didn't really need any other cue to buckle as hard as he could from beneath. Giovanni seemed to be overwhelmed by the suddenness, yelping, and moaning as the younger man continued to move, pumping into him as fast and hard as he could. As a point Giovanni seemed to find it hard to sit up, so Ashkii reached out, intertwining their fingers.

     "You look amazing," Ashkii said as Giovanni kept moaning. The faces the older man was pulling were tugging at his heartstrings. He looked helpless and simultaneously in ecstasy. His eyes would close, then widen suddenly with a thrust that has him moaning the younger man's name in a pleading tone.

     "You feel amazing," Ashkii added, feeling his mind starting to fog up as he felt himself nearing his peak. He reached out and pulled Giovanni down on him, grabbing his ass with both hands as he kept thrusting into him. Now the older man's moans were closer, by his ears, making his mind fog up even more. His smell, his words, the feel of his thigh's smooth skin. Fuck. Ashkii was losing his mind.

     When he came it was sudden, mid-thrust as Giovanni kept scream-moaning. The older man came soon after, sitting up, and Ashkii got to watch as it shot on and fell flat on his stomach.

     Fuck. Ashkii thought to himself, swallowing hard as he slowed down his thrusts until he was too soft to keep doing so.

     "Fuck," he said out loud this time, as he felt himself slip out of Giovanni. The older man stayed on top of Ashkii for a while before rolling over to the side and staring up at the ceiling.

     Ashkii turned his head to the side, feeling his heart rate pick up again when he caught sight of Giovanni.

     "I loved it," Ashkii announced, making Giovanni's eyes flicker over to him. "I wish I lasted longer."

     Giovanni frowned a little and then chuckled. "Were you planning to kill me?"

     Ashkii felt a bit taken aback by the comment. "Was I— was I hurting you?"

     "No." Giovanni shook his head. "But I did feel like I was seeing stars."

     Ashkii blinked. "You liked it?"

     "I thought that was obvious?" Giovanni said and Ashkii opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, so he looked away. "Wow, don't tell me you're shy now, after railing me like that."

     "I'm not—I'm not shy," Ashkii stammered, as Giovanni kept chuckling. The older man scooted closer, resting his head on Ashkii's shoulder as he reached out to touch the younger man's chest hair.

     "I really liked it, and I'm glad you liked it too," Giovanni said. "And I don't mind doing this every once in a while when we're both free."

     The older man's voice was softer and held an air of seriousness and vulnerability.

     "I'd want that," Ashkii said, watching as Giovanni smiled.

      "Glad that's settled," the older man said. "We should clean up," he added, staring down at Ashkii's stomach which was still glazed with cum.

     Ashkii nodded at the offer and sat up too, before heading to the bathroom to share a quick shower with Giovanni. They didn't touch each other, but just sharing that space with the older man gave Ashkii some time to reflect. He had told Giovanni that he was okay with him sleeping with other people. He had told the man that he wouldn't mind just keeping it at sex, but the way small things like Giovanni's smile and laugh affected Ashkii he wasn't so sure if he could keep this at strict sex. Heck, he even found the way the wet hair curled on the man's neck and forehead attractive.

     Ashkii was starting to think this wasn't regular fondness. Maybe he wasn't simply sexually attracted to Giovanni either.

     He was starting to think that he was in love with him or was starting to fall in love with him. Or maybe the sexual intimacy and the resulting hormones were temporarily messing with his feelings, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help looking at Giovanni in the shower without feeling it.

     Feeling—in love.