Thomas' POV

My heart is pounding away wildly as I stand in the middle of my room, fidgeting. The way Ares is looking at me as he leans against my door has my dick trying to strain out of my pants to say hello. His eyes are glued to me as he watches me squirm until finally he speaks up. "Strip." He says his voice low and deep. I gulp loudly with nerves as my hands come up to take the hem of my shift in my grasp to pull it over my body. I hear a sharp intake of breath as I lift the fabric above my head and toss it onto the floor.

I look up through my lashes as I lean down to pull my pants down over my thighs, not having to worry about shoes after being in the house all day. My hands tremble as I remove the pants from around my ankles and kick them off to the side. I stand in front of Ares, only in my boxers, dick aching for a release. He doesn't say anything just watches me as I undress in front of him. For him.

      And seeing how much he's enjoying this, his dick prominent in his jeans, eyes hooded with desire, finally gives me the courage to remove my underwear as well. After throwing them to the side towards the other clothes, I stand there completely naked, hands halfway trying to hide my cock from my lovers gaze even if it's been in his mouth.

     "Come here, kitten." He tells me and my heart skips a beat, glad to hear the once annoying nickname on his lips after these last few days. I do as told and walk slowly towards Ares, unable to raise my eyes any higher than his chest. "Undress me." He tells me as soon as I'm in arms reach, almost making me stumble in the process.

     I look up at him quickly, only to see him staring hungrily at my body. The awe he holds in them allows me to reach forward and unbuckle his jeans, letting the pads of my fingers skim his large erection daringly as I pull the leather from the loops of his pants. His hips jut forward, if only a little, at the contact and I can't help the smile that flits across my face in triumph. After throwing the belt in the growing pile, I move on to his shirt.

     I lift up the fabric, my fingers again wandering as I pull it up his hard muscled body. The way his abs flex against my fingers as I pull the shirt off his body and over his head has my mouth watering, tongue begging to get to know him. Personally.

     I shiver at the warm tight skin on his hips and the delicious dip that form between them. Deciding to play a little, I get down on my knees, leaning forward to unbutton his jeans and run my nose along his dick through the rough material. His hips fly forward again as I pull down the zipper, and I see his hands flex on either side of my head, but he keeps them hanging softly by his sides. And to my surprise I feel the sharp pang of disappointment.

      I ignore these thoughts as I lean back slightly bringing his jeans down his legs slowly, hypnotized by his dick that twitches enticingly at the newfound freedom. Ares helps me by lifting his legs in order for me to add his pants to the large pile of discarded clothes. And this time, unlike with my self, I waste not time in abandoning the briefs that separate me from a fun time.

     As I pull his briefs down, his cock springs up hard enough that when  it bounces back , it almost slaps his stomach. After his body has been freed of all garments, I take a second to trail my nose along his bare hip, loving how concentrated his smell is with me down here on my knees. I look up at Ares through my lashes and see him leaning heavily on the door, jaw tight and eyes searing and it's impossible to stop the shiver that racks my body.

     I go to touch his cock that's bouncing happily inches from my face, but when I raise my hand, I'm instantly yanked up by warm strong hands and my body is twirled around so that I'm caught between the cold door and the smell of campfires and rain.

     "Don't forget, kitten, this is your punishment. Do as told, you understand?"

     I go to nod, but change my mind, too drunk off of his proximity to care about repercussions. I instead trail my hand up his toned thigh and grip his dick in my hand securely before giving him a long tight stroke from base to tip. I shout in surprise when I'm gathered up into his embrace and in a blink of an eye, we're standing in the bathroom.

     Ares sets me down, before stepping back his eyes wild and very very sexy. Holy hell. He opens the shower door, leaning in to switch on the water, eyes never leaving mine as he does. My breath is caught in my throat as he opens the door wider and gestures me inside. I slowly step in, jumping at the temperature of the water, though I can feel it slowly heating up as steam rises. I tuck myself further into the shower as Ares enters after me.

     "Where's your Scented Soap?" He asks, talking about the soap that is made to match my unique scent. I point to the mint green one on the rack that has flakes of white inside and he follows my gaze, his body getting rained on beautifully, as he reaches to grab it, the water marking its territory, leaving his body dripping, defined and oh so fucking fine.

     My mouth dries as he pours some of the body wash into his hands, lathering them fully before he gestures me over towards him. I come closer, sighing in contentment at the warm water and the pressure of the shower head.

     Ares is eating me alive with his eyes and the way my knees weaken should be illegal. This isn't like me. I shouldn't be enjoying this right now, what is wrong with me?! I'm the top! And as loud as my head is screaming right now, I decide instead to try to listen to my body and enjoy the moment.

     "Turn around." He says and I do, turning my back towards him, standing far enough from the water to leave my back only damp. Immediately I feel him at behind me, not close enough to feel his skin, but enough to know he's there and feel the heat radiating off of him. I want to panic, my shoulders gaining stiffness and my body tensing up but as soon as I do, he's right there telling me in my ear to, "Breathe." And I do, taking a long steaming breath. His scent wraps around me and I begin to settle immediately.

     Once my breathing has slowed and my body has relaxed again, Ares' hands find the front of my body easily, staring at the middle of my stomach. The skilled fingers knead my abs, traveling along my skin making my abdomen flex and tingle in the wake of his touch. His hands begin to trail upwards, grazing my nipples in a way that has my back arching a little into his touch, much to my embarrassment. But while one hand continues to lather my mid section in soap, the other comes up to wrap around my throat securely pressing me a little further into his body so that my back touches his chest in a whisper.

     "What are you supposed to do when something is not okay?" He asks me, voice low as his hands still.

      I try to clear my mind of the lusty fog I'm in to answer. "Communicate." I tell him voice shaky but clear.

     "Good boy." He praises and his hands begin moving again, south this time, much to my surprise and happiness. It's hard not to squirm when his touch reaches my hips and his fingers dig in possessively. I manage though, just barely, as he avoids my aching cock and instead couches down to cover my thighs and legs in a soapy lather. My dick is dripping precum as the teasing touches, and I'm worried when he finally does touch me, I'll loose it instantly.

     Miraculously, my prayers are answered and he comes to stand back up, his hands following his ascent until his fingers finally wrap around my dick. Unable to keep quiet any longer, a loud moan escapes my mouth, hips thrusting forward to create more friction that I crave so much. His hand begins to move, palm circling my tip in a way that has me seeing stars before beginning to stroke my cock long and fast. My groans and moans echo off the wall loudly, and I bring up a hand to silence them, coving my mouth in red face embarrassment.

     Like he's accepting a challenge, Ares begins to sped up his pace, his other hand lowering from my hip to come between my legs in front of me and gather my tight balls in his grasp.

      "Oh fuck!" I moan out, my hand dropping to come against the tile in front of me for support. I struggle to keep my eyes open, knees weak as Ares jerks me off. I feel my orgasm begin to settle in my stomach, jaw dropping to let more moans escape along with drool that's trailing along the side of my mouth.

     My hips begin thrusting into his hand wildly, eyes crossing at the force of my oncoming orgasm. "You want to cum, kitten? Spray your load all over the wall while you fuck my hand?" Ares asks me, voice rough and lust filled as he whispers in my ear.

      "Yes, f-fuck, yes, please!" I beg him, no longer caring about my former top status or embarrassing myself. But right as I feel myself on the edge of cumming, his hands stop moving, sliding off my body. I almost fall without his warm support. "N-no!" I whine as my orgasm retreats and I'm left with an aching, red erection with precum dripping to the floor.

     "Mmm, too bad. I'm not done with you yet."

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Whew. Ares rights! Idc what anyone says I love him.

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