Keith had been amicable in his agreement, in part because it seemed to have taken Ellis weeks – if not months – to gather the gumption to ask for it, his bashfulness and lowered eyes stoking the predator in Keith’s slow smirk and subsequent chuckle. He drank through a bottle of water before their shower, the urge to piss building quickly as they soaped up and kissed beneath the spray, Ellis dutiful in rinsing Keith off before sliding to his knees, the showerhead averted to avoid splattering him. There was still a trickle of suds on Ellis’s chest when Keith angled his dick to Ellis’s parted lips, dripping slowly down to his rigidly stiff dick, encircling the base with soap froth. “In yer mouth?” Keith asked curiously, watching Ellis’s eyes drift half-lidded over glossed gray, the younger mechanic keeping his splayed hands on the bottom of the tub as he inched closer to Keith.
“Awn mah face, too,” Ellis mumbled thickly, his voice an aroused rasp, “In mah hair –”
The first of the gold-tinged splatter caught Ellis across his plush lower lip, piss dribbling down his chin and subsequently in his open mouth as he tipped his head up; the heat poured across his face, running in rivets across his features and – ask requested – soaking some of his hair. The scent was strong and immediate, sharp like butter and salt and stinging like ammonia, and Ellis shuddered softly as he fisted his cock. Keith pressed the head of his flaccid dick to El’s mouth as the drizzle lessened, allowing the brunette to swallow down his piss with noisy, reverent gulps, his tongue chasing the very last pungent drop from the slit with a whimper for the loss.
“Fuck,” Ellis gasped with feeling, writhing into his fingers as he panted, still licking at Keith’s dick as piss rolled down the sides of his face from his hair, “Fuck, Christ, yeah. Fuck mah mouth.”
Intrigued by the loss of coherent sentences so quickly from his partner, Keith allowed Ellis to swallow him down again, the redhead curling his fingers in El’s curls to hold him in place as he fucked his slack lips. Ellis gulped and choked and looked absolutely wrecked for it, wrists coming up to cross behind his back to show his submission as Keith’s thickening dick hit the back of his throat and Ellis’s eyes teared where they lifted to watch him in awe.
Piss rolled down the younger Georgian’s temple, and impulsively, Keith reached down and smeared it over his fingers, tucking the digits into El’s mouth alongside his cock. Ellis whined loudly for it, shuddering as his now untouched cock spattered precum on the bottom of the tub, and sucked at the wide wedge of his mouthful with nothing but red-faced eagerness and worship.