Ben opened the door to the sound of Hunter’s stereo blaring loud enough to shake the house, and Michael no where to be found. He dropped his briefcase by the door and headed upstairs, banging on Hunter’s door and telling him in no uncertain terms to turn that ‘god awful music’ down. The house was filled with silence for a moment, before the music started again, but at much more acceptable, although still unwanted, volume.

Ben shook his head as he walked across the landing to their bedroom, and not finding Michael, headed towards the bathroom, opening the door to a steam filled room, almost completely dark except for two candles sending off their soft lights from the corner of the room.

He quickly got out of his clothes, adding them to the heap already on the floor, and opened the shower curtain.

"Fuck!" Michael yelled as Ben grabbed his hips and turned him around.

"Yes, please." Ben laughed.

"You scare the living shit out of me, and then you want to fuck me?" Michael growled, trying, but not succeeding, to sound angry.

"You got it, baby." Ben replied, silencing any more protests with a wet kiss as he pulled Michael to him, his hands moving down Michael’s back as he began to grind himself against his husband’s rock hard cock.

Michael wrapped his arms around Ben’s neck as he felt his legs weaken from the intensity of Ben’s tongue exploring his mouth. When their mouths parted, it took them a moment to get their breaths back.

"Want me to wash your back?" Ben grinned at Michael as he reached for the soap.

"I have a better idea!" Michael replied, reaching down, picking up a small bottle and handing it to Ben.

"What’s this?" Ben asked, taking off the lid and smelling it, a grimace crossing his face "It smells rather….strange."

"You know how to kill a romantic moment don’t you!" Michael snapped, grabbing the bottle from Ben. "It’s body oil, and it’s meant to be sensual or something, according to the label."

"Sorry." Ben said, taking Michael into his arms. "If you want sensual, I have a much better idea."

Michael was about to protest but stopped as Ben wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking it slowly at the same time flicking his tongue over Michael’s nipples which hardened instantly.

Michael leaned against the wet tiles as Ben began kissing his way down Michael’s body, his hand still working on his cock which throbbed in Ben’s hand.

All Michael wanted was to feel the warmth of Ben’s mouth around his cock, and when Ben fingered his hole it was all he could do not to come there and then.

"Christ Ben." Michael moaned, lifting his face to let the warm water run down it, hoping for some relief from the pressure that was building.

"You like that baby?" Ben asked, watching Michael’s face as he pushed two fingers into him.

"Oh God………….." Michael moaned as Ben continued to probe his hole, and his tongue flicked over his slit.

Ben continued his slow torture of Michael’s body, hitting his prostate with accuracy, and felt a shudder travel through Michael’s body. He knew Michael wasn’t going to last much longer so he withdrew his fingers, reached for a condom, stood and turned Michael roughly against the tiles, guiding himself quickly into his husband’s tight little ass.

Michael reached round, pulling Ben’s head to him, finding his mouth and covering it as his fingers tangled themselves in Ben’s wet hair.

Ben pushed himself deeper into Michael, his balls tightening with every movement. Their mouths parted, and Michael let out a loud moan as Ben’s hand covered his cock, his fingers slicking themselves over the pre-cum which was slowly oozing from it.

"Bennnnnnnnnnnn……………." Michael cried out as Ben pushed deeper and deeper into him, hitting his prostate time after time, spasms of pleasure traveling through Michael’s body.

Ben pulled Michael to him, their bodies moving in tune with each other’s as they grew closer to orgasm. Ben reached up, turning Michael’s head to him. He wanted to see his husband’s face as he came. They locked eyes as Ben pushed into Michael one more time, and Michael cried out as his orgasm hit, shooting over Ben’s hand a moment before Ben came deep inside his husband.

Michael’s body sagged against Ben’s who held him in his strong arms as their bodies slowly relaxed and their breathing returned to normal. Ben turned Michael to him, and they wrapped themselves in each other as the warm water cascaded over them.