Gable took all Win's physical cues placidly, enjoying the dominance in his kisses, the confidence of his touches. It didn't take long before his body was caught up in the familiar heat of arousal, his attention persistently captured by the hard planes of the vampire's body and the smooth slickness of his skin.
Being positioned in the spray's warmth while the important bits that needed to be slippery were made thus was pleasant, being told to brace against the wall making him feel competitive. It signalled events were truly about to begin in earnest and he wasn't disappointed. His sighs echoed around the tiled room as he was fingered, breathy and wanton. Stroking the bundle of nerves buried in his ass initially had him gritting his teeth and then crying out as he pushed back, wanting more.
The transition from fingers to cock was slick but didn't stop Gable exclaiming over the difference between them. He was suddenly stuffed full with a delicious, hard dick and things got even hazier when Win reached around to pump him. He reached blindly for walls to support him, his hands pressed to the tiles as he was serviced. His knees began to tremble from the exertion but he blocked it out, he blocked everything out except the perfect rhythm of being fucked and milked simultaneously.
"Jesus... Win... fuck... Win," he panted, the vampire's name a lament of passion and a victory cry. Gable was a lot louder and vocal when he was being fucked, squeaks and sighs and tremulous groans floating out of him with each thrust, guttural grunts and satisfied breaths filling the bathroom every time Win's dick filled him to his limit. It was perfect and everything rose relentlessly to a predictable climax, his entire body going rigid as intense waves of pleasure stole his rationality and turned him into a vessel of pure sensation.
"I'm... cumming!" he gasped, though he really didn't need to give any warning because the tiles his cum sprayed on didn't care and Win would have felt the telltale contractions of his body tightening around his cock in preparation. When it was done, his legs gave way, every muscle in his body wobbling with the exertion of his third orgasm and unless Win caught him, Gable was likely to slide down the wall and onto the floor in an exhausted puddle of bliss.