He shivers when you make noise, leaning against you and breathing out on a soft sigh. "You aren't taking advantage of me," he says thickly, nuzzling under your jaw. "I want you to."

He presses his body to yours, feeling his own cock stir as their skin slides together under the heat of the water. He takes a breath and a sudden, powerful longing hits him as he wonders what it'd be like to have you in a bed, warm and soft, your hard, smooth weight pinning him down and your mouth rough and wet at his neck--but he cuts that thought off, knowing it for the grasping selfishness that it is, and turns his attention back to your hands on his chest and belly. He arches into them, his mouth brushing your earlobe as he sighs your name again, his own hands wandering as he tries to find senstive places on your body.