Walt squinted through the sheets of water, hands slipping against Ray’s soapy upper arms as he tried to get a grip on him while he squirmed. Ray suddenly flipped around, shoving Walt back against the cool tile hard enough that his head cracked against the hard wall; Walt’s fingers dug into Ray’s ribs as he kissed him with brutal intensity. They bit at each other’s lips, scraping their teeth along each other’s skin around heated breaths; Ray hissed when Walt pushed a soapy finger past the first ring of muscle in his hole, his hard dick pushing against Walt’s.
“Fuck you, Hasser,” Ray growled, shifting his hips and grabbing Walt’s wrists to pin him against the wall, cheek against the smooth surface and the shower knob jabbing him in the stomach; Walt pushed his ass back and rubbed along Ray’s cock.
“Bite me, Ray,” Walt replied, a wild smile on his face under dripping golden hair, and Ray did.