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The locker room roared. Music thumped from a portable speaker, damp towels sailed through the air like celebratory flags, and the air vibrated with the deep-throated cheers and laughter of twenty-odd men riding the high of a resounding 5-0 victory in their first home game. Shirts were peeled off, boots kicked aside, the scent of sweat, grass, and triumph thick and heady.
Bukayo, buzzing with adrenaline and satisfaction, scanned the room. His gaze landed on Noni, sitting alone on a bench near the far wall, methodically peeling off his sweat-soaked socks. Noni looked up slowly as Bukayo approached, a tentative smile blooming on his face when he saw Bukayo’s wide, infectious grin.
"Congrats on your first start, Noni," Bukayo said, his voice cutting through the noise. He clapped a hand firmly onto Noni’s bare shoulder. "You were amazing out there." The compliment was genuine, fueled by the win and the electric atmosphere.
Noni’s smile widened, reaching his eyes this time. He covered Bukayo’s hand on his shoulder with his own, his fingers warm and slightly damp. "Thank you," he replied, his voice softer, meant only for Bukayo amidst the chaos.
The touch lingered a beat longer than necessary before Bukayo gave his shoulder a final squeeze and turned towards the showers.
The communal shower area was a haze of steam and echoing shouts, bodies moving under jets of water. Bukayo found an empty shower near the end, turning the water hot enough to sting, letting it wash over his tired muscles.
He closed his eyes, trying to zone out the loud noise of his teammates, the playful shoves, the exaggerated goal recounts, the off-key singing. The water was a temporary curtain.
He scrubbed carefully, the euphoria of the win still humming in his veins but gradually settling into a quieter buzz. When he finally turned off the spray, he blinked water from his eyes. The scene had shifted.
Most stalls were empty now, towels being wrapped, voices receding towards the changing area.
His gaze caught movement at the entrance. One teammate, toweling off, exited just as Noni stepped in. Their eyes met briefly across the steamy space.
Noni scanned the suddenly near-empty showers, only two figures now, obscured by lingering steam. He turned his head slowly, casting a deliberate, almost weighted glance back at Bukayo
"Everybody else left," Noni stated, his voice casual but pitched low, carrying an unmistakable weight in the sudden quiet.The words hung there, not quite a question, not quite a statement. Definitely a hint.
Bukayo felt it instantly, a sudden, sharp knot coiling low in his stomach, heat flooding downwards, making his spent body stir back to life. A familiar rush of blood surged to his tip.
"Yeah?" he replied, his voice dropping an octave, rough from shouting during the game.
Noni moved with deceptive nonchalance. Out of all the vacant shower heads, he chose the one directly next to Bukayo’s. He turned the water on full blast, stepping beneath it, tilting his head back as if solely focused on washing his body.
He pretended not to notice Bukayo’s intense stare burning into his profile.
Bukayo took one step closer, invading Noni’s personal space under the spray. Water poring over them both.
"What are you doing?" Bukayo asked, his voice a low rumble barely audible over the drumming water.
Noni turned his head slightly, feigning innocence as water streamed down his face. "Hm?" he murmured. "Just taking a shower. What do you mean?" His eyes flickered down Bukayo’s body for an instant before darting away.
Bukayo closed the final distance. He reached out through the falling water, his hand landing possessively on Noni’s waist. He felt the younger man stiffen instantly under his touch, muscles tensing.
Noni kept washing his arms, maintaining the charade, though his breathing hitched almost imperceptibly.
"You know exactly what I mean," Bukayo growled. He pushed firmly, pressing Noni’s chest against the slick tile wall between their stalls.
Bukayo reached past him, fumbling for the handle of Noni’s shower, turning it off. The sudden silence was startling, only broken only by the rapid hammering of two hearts.
In the abrupt quiet and relative stillness, the press of Bukayo’s hardening length against Noni’s bare ass was electric. Bukayo grunted at the contact, a visceral sound of need escaping him.
He didn't hesitate. His lips found the sensitive spot just behind Noni’s ear, sucking gently at first, then harder as he felt Noni shudder.
Bukayo’s right hand slid up Noni’s wet torso, over his collarbone, settling firmly around the front of his throat. Not choking, but claiming, controlling.
Noni gasped, a ragged moan tearing free despite his attempt to stifle it. His head tipped back against Bukayo’s shoulder.
"Are you trying to tease me?" Bukayo breathed directly into Noni’s ear, his grip tightening minutely on Noni’s throat while his other hand remained anchored on his hip.
Noni shook his head frantically against Bukayo’s shoulder.
Bukayo tutted, the sound sharp in the intimate space. "Use your words," he demanded. His left hand abandoned Noni’s hip and snaked around his front, fingers wrapping flawlessly around Noni’s firm cock.
Noni gasped again, arching back into Bukayo’s chest. "No... Daddy," he managed between hitched breaths. "I'm not." His voice was thick with want.
Satisfaction surged through Bukayo. He kissed a hot trail down the back of Noni’s neck and across his shoulder blade, teeth grazing the skin as his hand began to stroke Noni’s cock with deliberate slowness, thumb rubbing over the slick head.
Noni bit his lip hard, trying to contain the desperate sounds threatening to escape him.
Suddenly, Bukayo spun him around, their mouths crashed together in a fierce, demanding kiss. Noni’s hands flew up, one tangling instantly in Bukayo’s hair, pulling him closer.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, Noni sank gracefully to his knees on the wet tiles. His eyes, dark and liquid with desire, locked onto Bukayo’s as he pressed a reverent kiss just above the base of Bukayo’s thick cock. His hand followed, wrapping around it firmly, pumping slowly.
Bukayo groaned as Noni leaned forward and licked a long stripe up the underside of his shaft before swirling his tongue around the swollen tip.
"You're so big, Daddy," Noni breathed, looking up through his lashes. "Don't know how I'm gonna fit it all in my mouth." The challenge in his tone was blatant.
Bukayo answered by placing a large hand on the back of Noni's head and applying gentle pressure. Noni opened his mouth obediently and took him deep, swallowing him whole until he felt the head nudge the back of his throat.
Noni held it for a second before pulling back to the tip, then surging down again in a smooth bob. His hand worked in tandem with his mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke. Spit gathered and overflowed at the corners of his stretched lips.
He pulled off with an obscenely wet sound, a thick strand of saliva connecting his chin to the glistening head of Bukayo's cock.
He looked up, meeting Bukayo's heated gaze directly. "You taste so good, Daddy," he murmured, licking his lips.
Bukayo reached down almost tenderly, thumb wiping away the spit from Noni’s chin. He gave a small, approving smile before guiding Noni’s mouth back onto him.
The renewed heat and suction drew another deep moan from Bukayo as Noni resumed his rhythm.
This time, Noni didn't break eye contact. He looked up at Bukayo through lowered lashes as Bukayo held his head steady by his hair.
Noni braced himself against Bukayo’s powerful thighs as he increased his pace, hollowing his cheeks. He watched raptly as Bukayo’s eyes fluttered shut on a groan, his mouth falling open.
Bukayo tightened his grip in Noni’s hair suddenly, pulling his head back firmly until his cock slipped free with a wet pop.
"What’s wrong, Daddy?" Noni asked immediately, eyes wide with feigned innocence and a flicker of concern.
Instead of answering, Bukayo knelt swiftly in front of him. He captured Noni’s lips in another searing kiss, tasting the mingled flavours of his own arousal and Noni’s saliva.
He sat down fully on the wet tiles against the shower wall, pulling Noni with him until he was straddling Bukayo’s lap. Their cocks slid together wetly between their stomachs, drawing twin groans of pleasure at the electric friction.
Noni instinctively rolled his hips, grinding down against Bukayo’s erection. Bukayo’s head fell back against the tile with a thud, a guttural sound escaping him.
Noni gripped Bukayo’s broad shoulders for balance as he continued rocking against him, their bodies sliding easily on the slick tile. Precum leaked freely now, smearing between their abdomens.
Bukayo reached down between them. He guided the tip of his own cock, slick and swollen, to press firmly against Noni’s tight entrance. Noni inhaled sharply at the blunt pressure.
"Can you take all of it?" Bukayo growled, holding himself steady.
"Yes! Daddy… please," Noni gasped, eyes wild with anticipation. "Please give it to me."
Bukayo gripped Noni’s ass cheeks firmly, spreading him open as he guided him down. Slowly, relentlessly, Noni sank onto him, taking every thick inch until he was fully seated in Bukayo’s lap.
"Ah! Fuck!" Noni cried out sharply as he was stretched wide, throwing his head back.
Bukayo immediately latched onto his exposed throat, sucking and biting marks into the damp skin while his hands kneaded Noni’s ass.
"Move," Bukayo commanded against his neck.
"You're so big… Daddy…" Noni whimpered. He lifted himself up slowly on trembling thighs before sinking down again with a choked cry.
The sharp crack of Bukayo’s hand landing hard on Noni’s ass echoed in the tiled space. "Faster."
Noni gasped but obeyed, bouncing harder and faster on Bukayo’s cock, holding onto him for dear life as pleasure and overwhelm warred within him.
Bukayo leaned down further, taking one of Noni’s tight nipples into his mouth and sucking hard before biting down lightly.
"Fuck!" Noni cried out sharply again, one hand fisting in Bukayo’s hair as he tugged reflexively.
His legs were shaking violently now. He collapsed fully into Bukayo's lap, burying his face in his neck. "Daddy… please… I can’t," he sobbed against Bukayo's skin. "Please… fuck me…"
Bukayo gave him a quick, bruising kiss before shifting powerfully beneath him. In one fluid motion fuelled by sheer strength and urgency, he surged forward without pulling out.
Noni was lifted and laid flat on his back on the wet tiles as Bukayo loomed over him, driving deeper on the downstroke.
He wasted no time. Gripping Noni’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in with brutal force.
Noni cried out again as he was folded nearly in half, his legs hooked over Bukayo’s broad shoulders. The position allowed for impossibly deep penetration.
Bukayo fucked him relentlessly.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled their secluded corner of the showers, punctuated by Noni’s escalating cries, high whimpers dissolving into broken sobs and incoherent pleas for more mixed with "Daddy". He was utterly overwhelmed.
Bukayo felt it building, the telltale tightening in his balls, the heat coiling low in his gut, but more importantly, he felt Noni’s body begin to flutter and clamp down around him with increasing intensity.
He wrapped his slick hand around Noni’s neglected cock and stroked firmly.
The double stimulation was too much. With a sharp cry that echoed off the tiles, Noni came apart beneath him. Hot stripes of cum pulsed over his stomach and Bukayo’s fist as his body clenched like a vice around Bukayo’s driving cock.
The intense pressure shattered Bukayo’s control. With three final, deep-throated roars matching each hammering thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and emptied himself deep inside Noni in thick, pulsing waves.
But he didn’t stop. Riding out his own orgasm and driven by some feral need to claim and overwhelm completely, he continued fucking into Noni's spent body with diminishing force but relentless rhythm.
Noni was a boneless mess beneath him now, tears streaming freely down his temples to mingle with shower water and sweat on the tiles, soft whimpers escaping him with every shallow thrust until Bukayo finally slowed to stillness.
Bukayo braced himself on trembling arms above Noni, both of them gasping for air in the humid silence that had descended.
After long moments where only their ragged breathing filled the space, Bukayo sat back heavily on his heels. He pulled out slowly with a soft groan from them both.
He looked down between Noni’s spread legs. His cum was already starting to seep out of Noni’s well-used hole onto the wet floor.
Without a word, Bukayo dipped two fingers into the slick mess pooling there.
He brought them up towards Noni’s face. Their eyes met, Bukayo's intense and possessive, Noni's dazed but utterly pliant. Without needing to be told, Noni opened his mouth obediently.
Bukayo slid his cum-slicked fingers between Noni’s lips.
Noni closed his eyes and sucked them clean with deliberate slowness, swirling his tongue around them with a soft moan.
"Fuck," Bukayo breathed heavily above him, watching raptly as Noni lapped at his fingers and moaning. "You're gonna make me go insane."
Noni opened his eyes halfway as he released Bukayo's fingers with a soft pop. A slow, lazy smile curved his lips as he met Bukayo's gaze again from where he lay sprawled on the tiles.