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There are more than a few places where you could touch him to earn some heated reactions. Most of these points are easy to get away with being rough with because they mistake mild pain for pleasure. No real pain in the moment, but they’ll be significantly more sore later.

In order from least to most sensitive: Ears, cheeks, tongue, any point along the spine (the further down the more sensitive), the small of the back, inner thighs, hips, and any of the 5 runes on his ribs.

He’s very easy to overwhelm if you pay extra attention to the latter few. If you want any chance at keeping up with his libido, abuse touch/rub those places consistently.

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The hot water stung his freshly stitched up wounds, earning a low hiss as he stepped into the shower. His fingers gently rubbed the dried blood from his skin, painting the tile beneath his feet a watered down crimson. With a quiet groan, he was careful to avoid directly touching his fresh injuries, smoothing his fingertips over the irritated flesh around them.

His hands ran gently over his skin, soothing closing wounds with gentle touches and warm water. As that stained crimson water pooled beneath him, he continued rubbing at aching flesh, rough fingertips smoothing lovingly over his own shoulders, his chest, and his hips. He chose only to use soap on the spots free of open wounds for this quick shower, not quite in the mood for any more stinging pains tonight.

Once he’d cleaned most of the blood away, he took a breath and simply stood beneath the hot water, watching blood drip slowly onto the tile. It was a good time to think, in the silence and warmth of a shower after a long day of picking fights. He reflected on his morning in peace and quiet, smiling softly as he remembered the way he’d so brutally slaughtered anyone that had stood in his way, alongside the people he cared for most in this world.

“Boss?” Came a knock at the door, Johnny’s voice pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yeah?” He answered, head tilting as he tried to listen to the other man through the running water. “Ugh, can’t hear ya’.” He called, leaning back against the shower wall. “Jus’ come in.” He’d lost his sense of shame after the coma, unbothered by his closest friend seeing his nude silhouette through the fogged up glass of the shower door. By now, most of the blood had been washed away, any remnants oozing from his stitched up scrapes and bullet holes.

The door opened after only a short pause, and was closed again immediately after. He saw the blurry outline of his friend through the glass, cold eyes locked on the figure intently. “What’cha need?” He broke the awkward silence, arms crossing loosely over his bare chest.

“Just checkin’ in on ya’. Heard you took a fuckin’ beating today.” And he had, his skin still developing fresh bruises all over from his many, many fights throughout the morning. He was exhausted already.

“So? Ain’t that typical for me?” He teased, hands running up and down the lengths of his upper arms as he spoke. “M’ fuckin’ fine, Johnny.” He shrugged it off, voice echoing off the tile.

There was silence for another long moment, before he sighed. Johnny didn't believe him. “C’mon man, m’ fine. What’ll it take t’ prove it?” Huffing softly, he pushed off the wall, arms falling to his sides.

“Show me.” His answer came, dry and serious. More silence dragged on between them as he bit his lip, considering his response.

“Fine.” He didn’t bother shutting off the water as he stepped out of the shower, eyes locked on his friend’s face.

“Woah, I didn’t mean– Whatever.” It wasn’t like the whole crew hadn’t seen his chest before– he was quite bold, for a transgender man. The rest of him, though, had remained a mystery up until this point. Cleanly groomed, surprisingly. Johnny was quick to bring his attention back to Leslie’s upper body, scanning for fresh wounds. “Your back okay?” After that yacht explosion, his nerves had been left too damaged to feel anything skin deep.

“Made sure t’ check already.” He gave a quick turn around, just to be sure, showing off the scarred flesh that made him so insecure. He almost always has something covering his back, but if it got Johnny to leave him be with his thoughts, he didn’t mind as much.

“Alright.” It seemed to please him enough, leaving them both standing there with only the running water to accompany them. Johnny watched as Leslie brushed his long hair out of his face and over his shoulder, watching as each stitched up hole bled slowly. His fingers reached to gently brush at one of the holes on his shoulder, swiping away the watered down blood and earning a hiss of pain from his boss.

“Ow, fucker.” He swatted at Johnny’s hand lightly, turning to get back in the shower.

“Wait.” Johnny spoke without thinking, and he knew the boss could hear it in his voice. “I mean, just a sec.”

“I swear t’ fuck if your eyes are wanderin’--”

“It’s not that.” Or was it? The tension rose as the silence dragged on. “Alright, maybe it is, but you’re the one who agreed, so it ain’t my fault. I’m a fuckin’ man, boss. What’d ya’ expect?”

“Ugh, fuck off.” He hissed, stepping back into the water. “M’ fine, ya’ did your job, get the fuck out.” Though his tone wasn’t as harsh as it usually was with the saints when he was annoyed, just proving that he didn’t mind the other’s company.

“You sure you don’t want me to join in?” Gat teased, earning another heavy huff. “Oh come on. You’re not actually pissed.”

“Get in here and find out.” He warned, right back to enjoying the warmth of the shower. He figured that would be that, back still turned to the glass door. Only when he didn’t hear the bathroom door open again did he spin around, face to face with the silhouette of his best friend stripping naked.

“Ew, you didn’t think I was serious–” He hissed, heart jumping in his chest. He didn’t think Johnny would act on it, but he should have known better. Neither of them were the type to back down from the other’s challenges.

“Oh shut up.” Came his answer as he opened the glass door again, slipping past Leslie and under the hot water. “Jesus, it’s hot in here. You shower like this?”

“You don’t?” His response was considerably more meek this time, though he could at least still pretend to be tough. He kept his eyes locked on his friend’s face, for fear of looking any further down.

“No. It’s hotter than fuckin’ hell in here.” It was his only complaint, though, as he watched Leslie back himself in the corner and roll his eyes.

“I like it hot.” Was his only response, glancing down at the other’s bare chest for a brief moment. Lord, he shouldn’t have instigated this. Though he continued to stare right into the other’s eyes, he could see his wandering again– And not so briefly, this time. He brought a hand up to cover his chest, scowling deeply.

“Oh come on.” Gat spoke softer this time, his tone surprising him. “I’m just makin’ sure you’re alright.” He reached out– but didn’t touch– awaiting a response. When he wasn’t swatted away or cursed out, his fingers brushed gently against that same hole in his shoulder, earning a slight wince. “Looks like the bleeding stopped.” He commented lowly, earning a light shiver.

“Fuck off…” Leslie mumbled softly, though made no further attempt to pull away. In answer he felt Gat’s fingers dig gently into his arm, irritating his wound. “Ow, fuck– Quit it.” And Johnny did, hands slowly running down his arms and finding their place at his hips. It shut him up good, his heart stuttering as he flushed a bright red.

He felt the other’s rough hands travel slowly up his hips, following his feminine curves oh-so gently. He couldn’t hold back a soft whine, his sensitive hips not used to the gentle touch of another person. He never let anyone touch him– He always did the touching.

“Cute.” He heard Johnny muse quietly, only adding to the blush on his face.

“Shut the fuck up…” He hissed, back arching gently as his eyes began to wander lower. He figured that now he had as much a right to look as he did. Oh, no. Seeing Johnny’s hard cock made him think he was going to faint, the idea of taking that after years of celibacy left his mouth dry and his heart hammering away against his ribcage.

“Johnny…” He started, eyes still locked on the other’s cock. “I– Fuck, I can’t take that.” His voice was much weaker than it had been before.

“You don’t have to.” It was the answer he was expecting, but it left him a little bit disappointed anyways. No matter how terrifying the idea was, he wanted this. Had he always wanted this? It was impossible to tell. He felt Johnny begin to back off, and he reached for his wrists, holding them against his hips tightly.

“Wait– I mean… I– I want to– I just…” It had been almost a decade since he’d slept with a man, and he couldn’t imagine taking what must have been at least the eight inches he’d said it was when they’d first met.

“Then I'll just have to warm you up first.” Gat answered, dropping to his knees as he gently pulled Les in closer. One hand moved from his hip to his thigh, urging him to part his legs as he snaked his fingers up higher and higher, until they gently brushed against his wet pussy. He couldn’t help but tease gently, tracing small shapes around the boss’s clit and listening to him whine in answer.

“Johnny…” He huffed softly, as if he were pouting. He was highly sensitive after years of not letting his partners touch him, and the teasing made him weak in the knees. Even leaned up against the cool tile of the shower wall, he felt unstable. That feeling only got worse when he felt a finger slide inside him, earning a soft squeak.

“That’s it. Good boy.” Gat growled lowly, and the boss gasped as he began thrusting his finger inside. It took some restraint to keep the movement slow and gentle, knowing this was something the both of them had wanted for a very long time.

Things didn’t escalate very quickly. Instead, Johnny chose to tease, prodding the boss’s insides with one finger for some time, before slowly inserting a second. The lengthy teasing process repeats itself with two fingers, this time adding gentle curling against the boss’s sensitive bundle of nerves in hopes of earning some signs of enjoyment.

He truly was enjoying himself, his wetness proof enough of his arousal. In his determination to keep silent, he planted a hand firmly over his own mouth, fighting off any embarrassing sounds he may end up making. Only when his partner worked in a third finger did he let out a heated grunt, the addition granting an odd sensation he wasn’t entirely sure of just yet. The stretch left him breathing heavily, aching gently in a way that wasn’t painful, but not quite pleasant.

The noise made Gat slow even further, letting the other get used to the newest addition in silence. He waited patiently, slowly sinking his fingers in deeper and deeper until he couldn’t anymore, before yet another lengthy pause. Sooner than the boss would have wanted, he was moving again, thrusting gently as he spread his fingers slightly, listening for any remnants of sounds coming from the boss’s covered mouth.

In the heat of the moment, it was hard to take a breath, but Leslie closed his eyes with a deep inhale, focusing as best he could on breathing deeply. After getting used to the sensation, he settled back down against the wall, hips twitching eagerly at the stimulation.

Without a word, Johnny leaned in, tongue coming out to tease his partner’s clit. It earned a soft gasp, and the boss’s free hand came to run through Gat’s hair. He lapped gently at the other’s wetness, before he pulled his fingers out, and began sucking softly at his lover’s twitching clit. His hands came to rest on his hips, holding the other steady as he leaned awkwardly back to keep himself exposed.

He couldn’t help but moan at the new sensation of Johnny’s tongue, hissing softly into the palm of his hand as he realized just what he was doing. His face flushed as he gently rocked his hips, his grip on the other’s wet hair tightening. “Jesus…” He whispered lowly, head falling back against the tiled wall. In a daze, he continued to grind gently into the sensation, barely aware of his approaching orgasm in the moment. “H-hey–” By the time he did squeak out that soft warning, it was much too late, his muscles tensing up and twitching eagerly. “Oh, f-fuck, Johnny–” His other hand came down to hold the ther’s head in place between his thighs, a deep moan sounding in his throat.

Johnny let him ride out his orgasm against his tongue, savoring the taste as he did. Once the boss seemed to settle down, he gently pulled away and stood himself up, closing the distance between them quickly. He watched intently as the boss caught his breath, panting and red-faced. “You’re cute like this.” He spoke quietly, hands gently stroking the boss’s hips.

The touch earned a heated shiver, his words only making his face flush hotter. “Shut up…” He mumbled, shaking his head. “Like you can even see me, you blind motherfucker.” He teased, knowing full well without his shades, Johnny struggled to see clearly.

“You ready for me now?” He ignored the teasing, getting straight to the point. It earned another pause, before the other nodded, and he helped lift him up by his hips. Using the wall as support, he held them there under the warmth of the shower, giving his hips a gentle squeeze.

With his hands on Gat’s shoulders, he hopped up into his arms, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. It took him another moment to relax enough to give Gat the space to align his cock with his dripping pussy, though he did eventually loosen up, falling back against the tile with a soft sigh. “Yeah, yeah. Go for it.” His attempt at remaining casual was ruined by his shy tone, heart stuttering in his chest as he felt his cock slowly rubbing between his pussy lips.

Still being careful, Johnny took his time letting the other sink down onto his cock, watching closely for signs of displeasure. Eventually though, he bottomed out, sighing heavily into the boss’s shoulder once he did. In the warmth of the shower and the silence between them, they were left to revel in the moment of peace, enjoying each other’s bodies together. The moment could have been eternal, the stillness ensuring they could only focus on the other.

It couldn’t last forever, though. After letting the other adjust, Johnny slowly began to move, lifting the boss’s hips carefully. When there was no complaint, he lowered them back down slowly, taking his time no matter how badly he wanted to ravish the other. In the moment, it only made sense for him to lean in, lips locking with Leslie’s as he continued his slow, gentle thrusts. It was like a dream come true for the both of them, years of built up tension released in that one moment of warmth. He heard the boss whine into the kiss, earning a low rumble from his own throat as he finally pulled back.

“Hurry up…” Les mumbled softly against Johnny’s lips, his impatience getting the better of him. One orgasm just didn’t seem to be enough for him, it seemed.

“I thought you were bein’ a pussy about this.” Gat teased back, giving a bit of a rougher thrust to emphasize his words. “Now you’re beggin’ for more?”

“As if I’m begging…” He fell silent after that, face hot and his body hotter. All he had to steady himself was the cool shower wall and Johnny’s sturdy shoulders, each gentle thrust bringing him closer to letting out the moans he was desperate to hold back.

The pace quickened before he knew it, earning that needy little moan he’d been fighting from the beginning. It earned a soft chuckle from Gat, and he flushed a deep red as he wrapped his arms around his neck, hiding away against his chest. He couldn’t stand the thought of being seen at that moment.

As things quickened even further, Leslie felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, almost nervous about the impending orgasm. He stayed hidden away in his lover’s hearty chest, whimpering quietly with both delight and nerves. “H-hey– I…” He warned lowly, voice trembling as his insides twitched eagerly around the other’s cock.

Before he knew it, he was cumming again, squealing softly as he tightened and twitched, spasming muscles milking the other’s throbbing cock. “Ahh– h-hold on…” Les whined as he rode out his orgasm, and Johnny paused for a moment to let him breathe.

Only after a brief moment did Gat let out a long, slow sigh, before speaking up. “I’m not done with you…” Johnny whispered against Leslie’s shoulder, teeth sinking gently into his skin as he began thrusting again.

“Nn– Wait–” The boss gasped, quick to begin twisting and writhing in Johnny’s iron grip. “H-hey–” He stuttered, moaning hotly as his head fell back. “N-no more–” He begged, though his plea fell on deaf ears.

“Be good.” Gat stated simply, wondering if such a thing would even work on the boss. He’d seemed to respond well to praises earlier, maybe he would listen if his tone was firm enough. It did seem to work as he fell as quiet as he could in the moment, though still whimpering and whining softly with each thrust.

“I can’t–” He protested after a particularly rough thrust, feeling his heart stuttering in his chest yet again. “Too much– Johnny…” His whining went ignored yet again, the only answer he received being a soft grunt and another rough thrust.

Yet another orgasm was building at this point, but thankfully, so was Johnny’s. As he cried out in delight at his third orgasm of the night, Johnny kept up his thrusts in pursuit of his own orgasm. As Les cried out into his shoulder, he bit down hard, fighting to at least keep some control. His hips rocked and his body shuddered, he finally felt Johnny’s pace begin to slow as he reached his own climax, cumming hard inside his warm pussy.

“You fuck–” Leslie hissed as he was set down, knees weak after such intense orgasms. “You didn’t pull out, asshole.” He could feel the other’s seed slowly drooling out of him, staining his thighs white.

“Sorry, boss. You’re just too tight.” He teased, hands still caressing the other’s tattooed hip. Really though, he almost felt bad for not asking first.

“Ugh, whatever. Just get out so I can clean up.” He mumbled, his hands still resting gently on the other’s shoulders. He didn’t want to let go and go back to normal– Like this was just a one time thing or something. He knew very well things could continue if he just asked.

“Alright, alright.” Johnny dropped his hand from his thigh, taking a step back. He hesitated before he opened the shower door, looking over the boss one more time before stepping out from under the hot water, and onto the bathmat. He reached for a towel, and sighed. “I’ll be around, if you need me.” He stated as he began to get himself dressed again, hesitating once he was fully clothed again.

“Yeah, I know…” Les spoke quietly, arms wrapping tightly around himself as he stood beneath the hot water, biting his lip. There was so much he wanted to say, but he let Johnny go without another word, and set out to clean the cum still dripping out of him.

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