Chapter 85 Steamy shower II

Chapter 85: Chapter 85 Steamy shower II

Damian’s thick cock pressed insistently against Noah’s entrance, the tip slick with precum that glistened under the shower’s warm spray. Noah’s body screamed with want—every nerve ending alight with desperate craving to take it all—but his mind raced with paralyzing fear. The size alone was terrifying. He knew logically that Damian would be careful, but logic had nothing to do with the cold dread coiling in his stomach. This was going to hurt. He was scared shitless.

"I will take it easy with you," Damian murmured, his voice a low rumble against Noah’s ear. "If you have any hesitation right now, I won’t mind leaving. Say the word and I’m gone."

His words carried genuine promise, but Noah couldn’t quite believe them. He knew himself too well—if he stopped this now, he’d spend the rest of the night drowning in guilt, convinced he’d made them feel like garbage for wanting him. His conscience would never let him forget it.

"It’s my first time," Noah said, his voice barely audible over the cascading water. He couldn’t remember if he’d mentioned this before, but it needed to be said again. They needed to understand what they were getting into. "I’ve never done this."

Killian, positioned behind him, gently swept Noah’s wet, wavy hair to one side, exposing the delicate curve of his neck. Soft, warm kisses trailed along his skin, each one sending tiny shivers cascading down Noah’s spine.

"I’d be stupid if I said I hadn’t noticed," Killian whispered against his throat, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below his ear. "Of course it’s your first time, baby."

Noah’s entire body stiffened at the endearment. His eyes flew wide, searching Killian’s face for any hint of mockery, finding none. Just warmth. Just sincerity.

Killian paused, his beautiful eyes studying Noah’s expression with careful attention. "I’m allowed to call you that, right? It’s not bad?"

That look—those eyes—nearly brought Noah to his knees. How could two people be so impossibly perfect? Damian with his steady presence and gentle patience, Killian with his poetic words and tender touches. They were so beautiful it almost hurt to look at them, and Noah found himself terrified that if he looked away even for a second, they might dissolve like morning mist.

"Promise me you won’t leave me if I give you myself," Noah breathed, his gaze shifting between both of them. Among the four men who’d entered his life, these two had earned something precious: his trust. Killian had claimed the number one spot from day one, his loyalty unwavering. Damian had followed close behind, never once pushing Noah’s boundaries or testing his nerves. Marcus and Eugene had been more difficult, more frustrating, but these two? They’d been patient. Kind. Safe.

If he was going to give himself to anyone, why not them? Who else deserved to receive him?

The shower water continued its warm cascade down his trembling body as he made one of the hardest decisions of his life. His heart pounded so loudly he was certain they could hear it.

"Well," Noah said, stepping closer to both of them, "what are we waiting for?"

Killian reached out, gingerly taking Noah’s hands in his own as Noah turned to face him, presenting his back to Damian. His ass was now on full display, round and glistening under the water.

"Ashton," Killian breathed, a slow grin spreading across his handsome face. "My cute, adorable kitten. Why wouldn’t I stay with you?" He squeezed Noah’s hands gently. "Tell me—who else could possibly hold my attention when I’ve already bagged a worthy man for myself? Why would I look elsewhere?"

The flattery was almost too much, but Killian’s eyes held no deception. He was completely serious.

"Have you ever seen me break a promise?" Killian asked.

Noah shook his head, a small, uncertain movement.

"Then I’m bound to you," Killian declared, his voice dropping to something intimate and absolute. "I’m at your side till the end of time."

Damian, apparently done with the lengthy conversation, pulled Noah toward him and captured his mouth in a searing kiss. His hands found Noah’s ass, squeezing firmly as his tongue swept inside, drawing Noah’s own tongue into a deep, consuming dance. Noah felt himself keeping pace, his kissing skills improved dramatically from all the recent practice.

Meanwhile, Killian lowered himself, gently stroking Noah’s cock while spreading his cheeks apart like morning bread being prepared. His mouth found its destination—Noah’s pink, tight entrance—and began to lick with slow, deliberate precision.

Noah swallowed hard, his eyes squeezing shut, his hands clenching into fists. Damian continued his assault on Noah’s mouth while his fingers worked the slick length of Noah’s erection.

"That’s one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen," Damian murmured against his lips, the compliment sending a jolt through Noah’s system. Coming from someone who’d apparently been straight before this moment, the words felt almost surreal. But Noah wasn’t complaining—not when Damian’s mouth descended over the tip, massaging and caressing before taking him in deep.

Damian nearly choked. An omega with a big dick was rare, but Noah surpassed them all. And he tasted impossibly sweet. Damian found himself craving more, his past sexuality seeming like a distant memory. How had he ever been straight? Sucking cock was transcendent.

Noah, meanwhile, was drowning in sensory bliss. His head felt like it might explode, his vision swimming with colors and sensations he couldn’t begin to name. His orgasm built at a terrifying speed.

"Oh fuck, that’s—" He bit his lip hard, cutting himself off as Damian deep-throated him, taking him to the root. Saliva poured from Damian’s mouth onto Noah’s cock, and Noah felt a pang of concern—was he choking?—but Damian didn’t seem interested in pity. He just seized the cock more fiercely, taking it deeper.

Behind him, Killian had become utterly obsessed with licking Noah’s pink hole. His tongue trailed deeper, making an entry, then stopping with a sudden, precise thrust that jerked Noah’s entire body. It wasn’t painful—it was overwhelming, a flood of sensation that drowned out any hesitation trying to pull him back.

Noah arched his back, pressing his ass toward Killian’s mouth, wordlessly begging for more.

Killian obliged. "Fucking good ass," he growled, slapping one cheek softly before his tongue found the slick liquid beginning to emit from Noah’s entrance.

The slick was embarrassing. Noah felt the wetness, knew what it meant, and tried to pull away, to hide his shame. But Killian’s hands clamped down on his thighs, anchoring him in place.

"Don’t be embarrassed," Killian said, his voice rough with desire. "I love your wetness. It makes me want to suck there even more. And your scent—it’s so special, I can’t get away from it. What a good hole."

He pushed his face back to the task, dedicating himself completely to that pink entrance. Noah’s eyes twitched wildly, his body jerking with each stroke of Killian’s tongue. The pleasure built and built, rushing through him like a tidal wave—

And then Killian pulled away, just at the precipice.

Noah let out a helpless, shattered sound. It was cruel to stop now. He was so close, so ready to fall apart, but Killian only positioned himself at Noah’s entrance, his cock teasing the edge of that tight opening.

"Fuck, this is so good," Noah gasped, trying to breathe through the desperation. He waited for the pain, braced himself for it.

His ass was spread open, the tip of Killian’s cock resting right at the entrance. He felt it press lower and lower, and Noah bent forward instinctively, trying to give Killian easier access.

But Killian stopped him. "I like you standing."

Noah relaxed—or tried to. His muscles remained tense with anticipation and fear.

"Breathe, love," Killian whispered against his ear, his voice impossibly gentle. "It’s going to hurt if you’re all tensed up."

Noah swallowed hard. He forced himself to take a deep breath, to let the tension drain from his body. The wetness surrounding his entrance made it easier as Killian’s cock began to press inside. It slid in with relative ease at first—

Then it penetrated deeper, and Noah’s face twisted with pain. His ass burned, his hole stung so badly he began to clench his hands into white-knuckled fists.

Damian was there immediately, stepping forward to wrap his arms around Noah from the front, pulling him into a firm embrace. Killian hugged him from behind, his body a warm, solid presence against Noah’s back.

"I’m sorry, my cute kitten," Killian murmured, his voice thick with remorse. "Let me pull out."

He withdrew his cock, then thrust back in. He repeated the motion—slow, careful withdrawal, then gentle re-entry—until Noah’s body began to adjust. The initial sharp pain faded into something more manageable, the tight resistance slowly giving way to accommodation.

With Noah’s hole now needy and clenching around him, Killian thrust in with one precise, deep move that shattered Noah’s entire resolve. He fell into a sea of ecstasy, the sensation so overwhelming that his vision went white.

Minutes passed. Noah was slammed into again and again, his body learning the rhythm, his ass now dripping with both his own wetness and Killian’s cum that filled him completely.

"Yes," Killian groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent. "That’s it. You’re such a good boy. Taking me so perfectly."

Noah moaned, his body trembling so hard.