you showed up after work, im bathin' your body/touch you in places only i know
art wipes the sweat from his brow, satisfied with temperature currently in the sauna. he flexes his shoulders, muscles relaxing with the heat. art quickly feels himself getting a little too warm, wrapping his towel loosely around his waist and stepping out of the sauna with a sigh of relief. art runs his fingers through his hair, pulling the wet strands away from his face. he sits down on the bench next to his locker mustering his energy to go shower and rinse the sweat off of his body. he flinches slightly when a hand is placed on his shoulder, relaxing when he looks up and sees your face. "how'd you get in here?" art questions you, not mad that you're here. "just pretended i was going to the women's locker.. you told me you would be the only one here today so i thought id come surprise you.." you lean down, kissing the heated skin of his shoulder, admiring the freckles that are scattered over his back. art stands up, dropping his towel on the ground and holding out his hand to you, "come shower with me?"
you're wet and you're warm just like our bathwater/can we make love before you go?
you get up and follow him into the shower room, smiling up at him as he turns the faucet on, shivering at the first droplets of cold water before it turns warm. art rests his head on your shoulder, running his hands down your wet skin. "glad you're here.." he mumbles into your skin, slowly starting to rock his hips into the small of your back. "please can i.." art snakes his arm towards your stomach, moving it down to cup your cunt, nimble fingers trying to swirl around your clit. you moan, tipping your head back onto his shoulder behind you. nodding, you help art guide himself into you, whining at the stretch as art grips your hips so tight he may leave bruises in the shape of his hands. he shudders when he presses himself fully into you, balls smushed up against you in a way that makes you moan and back your hips into him. "you're so fuckin' warm.." he groans into you, obviously exhausted after a long day of practice but you can tell this is what he needs, moving his hips quickly and sharply into you. art moves your body for you, almost using you for his own pleasure, but you don't mind, happy to just have him holding you in the warm rinse of the shower.
the way you say my name makes me feel like im that -/but im still unemployed
"art.." you moan his name, almost feeling like it's being punched out of you with the strength of his thrusts, knowing that if someone even peeked into the locker room they would be able to hear what was going on. you try to hold onto him as best you can, with both of you sliding against each other with the water making your skin slick. art gathers himself enough that he's able to rub at your cit again, and the feeling of his fingers, his cock, his body lean and strong behind you and the water.. it's almost too much. it’s so much stimulation that you find yourself unable to stop your orgasm from crashing over the edge and art is right behind you, pumping ropes of his cum into you and fucking it back in even after he’s got nothing left to give. he doesn’t stop until there’s a creamy ring at the base of his cock and it’s leaking out all over the inside of your thighs, quickly getting washed into the drain. you look behind you and art is almost pouting, sad that evidence of all his hard work went, literally, down the drain. you lean up to kiss him softly, smiling against his lips. "cmon art, ill make it up to you" art matches your smile as you lower your knees to the tiled floor of the shower <3