Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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I barely had ti to catch my breath before Oscar slid his arms under and lifted clean off Kieran’s lap.
"I’m carrying her," Oscar announced, like Kieran might argue.
Kieran only smirked, still breathless. "As long as you share."
I didn’t even have the strength to react or ask what they were planning to do next. My body felt like warm jelly - floating, buzzing, bonelessly satisfied - but my heart thudded when Oscar headed straight for the bathroom.
Oscar set down gently, brushing a kiss across my cheek. "Stay here."
He stepped into the shower first, turning on the hot water. Kieran slipped in behind , sliding his arms around my waist from behind.
"You good?" he murmured against my ear.
I nodded. "Better than good. Just... trying to stay conscious."
He chuckled softly, pressing a slow kiss to the back of my neck.
"That’s our fault."
When Oscar called, "It’s warm-co in," Kieran guided forward.
The hot spray hit my skin like a sigh from the universe itself.
I closed my eyes, letting the warmth lt whatever tension was left inside .
Oscar stood to my right, water sliding down his chest, droplets clinging to his eyelashes. He watched like I was sothing he wasn’t done admiring.
Kieran pressed against my back, his hands smoothing over my hips under the falling water.
"This is trouble," I muttered.
Both of them laughed under their breath... low, knowing.
Usually, I found my shower area spacious, but with these two giants here with , the space felt far smaller.
Oscar reached for my hand first, lifting it to his lips.
"You look too tempting when you are wet."
I shot him a look. "Are you two planning sothing?"
"Yes," they said at the sa ti.
My stomach flipped.
Oscar stepped closer, the heat of him blending with the heat of the water. His hands slid along my sides, slow and deliberate, following every curve with reverence. Not grabbing. Not rushing. Just learning again, mapping everything he had touched earlier.
Kieran did the sa from behind - his palms moving over my waist, my stomach, my breasts - touches that were gentle but filled with intent. The kind that made my breath shiver out of .
It wasn’t hurried this ti.
It wasn’t frantic.
It was slow, sensual, deliberate.
Their mouths brushed over my shoulders, my neck, the back of my ear, like they were taking turns. Water stread over all of us, turning every touch into a glide, every kiss into sothing that lingered longer than it should have.
Oscar tilted my chin to face him, kissing under the falling water.
Heat pooled low in my stomach again, embarrassingly fast.
"Already?" he teased softly.
"Shut up," I muttered.
He kissed again, deeper this ti... slow and consuming... while Kieran’s hands traveled down my thighs, smoothing along the back of them. He whispered sothing against my shoulder, a warm hum that sent goosebumps all the way down my spine.
They guided between them, one in front, one behind, the water cascading over our bodies as they touched in a way that made every nerve feel too awake.
And then... it shifted.
Oscar turned slowly so I faced Kieran.
Kieran cupped my jaw, leaning down to kiss as the water slid down his hair and along his collarbone.
Behind , Oscar’s hands settled on my waist, pulling back into him with a low breath that vibrated through my spine.
The heat between us thickened.
Not rushed... just deliberate, hungry, inevitable.
Kieran’s hand moved to my thigh and he lifted one of my legs. And before my brain registered it, he slid inside with ease.
I moaned as his hard length stretched my sore inner muscles. It felt both exhausting and exhilarating to have him inside .
He didn’t wait or chose a slow rhythm, instead, he picked up his speed instantly, thrusting into as his mouth found mine. I moaned into the kiss as I felt Oscar’s hand sliding between our bodies and finding my clit.
The closeness, the slow rhythm of their bodies guiding mine, their combined efforts building my pleasure, and the way the steam made every breath feel heavy...
It didn’t take long before my legs trembled again.
The mont I gasped, Kieran’s forehead dropped to mine, his voice soft but strained...
"That’s it... you are doing so well. Let go..."
Oscar held tight from behind, his lips against my shoulder, his breath roughening in a way that sent a hard shiver through .
It was overwhelming.
Hot water.
Their hands.
Their bodies.
Their voices grounding as another wave built inside , unstoppable and sharp.
I ca apart against Kieran’s chest... again... my hands gripping his shoulders as my whole body went weak.
They both caught , holding as Kieran pulled out just in ti before his release hit him hard too.
He dropped his head on my shoulder as pleasure washed over him. His lips pressed against his mark and his hands gliding over my arms just when I felt Oscar enter from behind.
"Fuck!" I groaned at the invasion. My body could hardly continue and yet it shuddered in pleasure as he thrust deep and hard.
Oscar chuckled, his voice low and deep, "That’s the exact plan, sweetheart."
He pulled back while Kieran held against his chest. Oscar wasn’t slow or soft either, his rhythm just as fast as his brother’s.
I clung to Kieran as I felt my pleasure building all over again, taking by complete surprise.
It didn’t take too long before both of us were groaning as our releases rocked our bodies.
And sowhere between my shuddering breath and the water pounding around us, Oscar followed - soft groans, tight grip, body trembling with mine.
When everything finally stilled, the three of us just stood there under the running shower - breathing, touching, holding.
Oscar pressed a long kiss to my temple.
Kieran wrapped his arms around , holding against him as my legs refused to cooperate any further.
None of us spoke.
There was no need.
The water did the talking for us - warm, steady, washing everything else away.
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