The steam from the shower clung to the air as Chris backed Sebastian against the cool lockers. Chris’s hands, strong and sure, slid down Sebastian’s chest, his lips finding the sensitive spot on Sebastian’s neck that made him gasp. Sebastian’s own hands tangled in Chris’s wet hair, pulling him closer, a low moan escaping his lips.
Every movement from Chris was answered by Sebastian, a hungry, desperate rhythm. The sound of their ragged breathing echoed off the tiles, a private symphony. Chris whispered Sebastian’s name, a promise and a question, and Sebastian answered with a deep, claiming kiss. It was just Chris and Sebastian, lost in the heat, the friction, the sheer need for each other. Nothing else existed in that humid room but the two of them.
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