Two studs squeeze into a steamy shower, hot water pounding. They grin, lathering thick bars of soap across each other’s skin—slow, slippery strokes over broad shoulders, down the body teasing but never crossing the line. Bubbles cling to hard muscle as they play: flicking suds, tracing rivulets with fingertips, stealing hungry kisses. Three minutes of pure, wet tension - every glide of soap and brush of lips building heat that ends with both guys hard, flushed, and laughing under the spray.
