Under the misty warmth of the shower, the small space became thick with an intoxicating tenderness. Liam carefully seated Julian on the cold marble ledge, but immediately shielded him with his own burning body, refusing to let the chill touch Julian’s delicate skin.
Warm water cascaded over their tangled hair, flowing down the tutor’s heaving chest. Liam dropped to one knee, his large hands stroking along Julian’s trembling, slender legs. He wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, he meticulously worked up a lather with the body wash, gently cleansing away the lingering traces of their passion as if he were cradling the world’s most fragile treasure.
"Julian, look at me..."
Liam looked up, his amber Australian eyes no longer wild, but filled with absolute adoration. Julian weakly reached out to caress the tanned cheek of his student, a soft smile playing on his lips. Liam caught that hand, pressing a reverent kiss into the palm before slowly moving up to the wrist, the collarbone, and lingering for a long time at the hollow of the neck, where he had just left a deep, crimson mark.
He pulled Julian tightly into his arms, letting their skin friction against each other under the running water. Their kiss now tasted of sweet warmth and the clean scent of soap. Gone were the brutal growls, replaced only by the soft, rhythmic mashing of their lips and the sound of splashing water mingling with their synchronized breaths.
Julian tucked his head into Liam’s shoulder, savoring the feeling of absolute protection after the storm. Liam held him close, swaying their bodies to an invisible rhythm, occasionally kissing the top of Julian's head while whispering endearments in his deep, warm Aussie accent:
"My Julian... you’re mine, only mine."
This "tutoring session" might have ended on paper, but in their hearts, it was only the beginning of a love song that would never reach its finale.
