If pressed, Luther would have to admit he hasn't given as many blowjobs as he might have liked.

He's definitely never given one to someone he cares as much about as he does Kallus.

Here in the little cocoon of the shower, where it's just them, it doesn't seem to matter. Kal is thick and hot, heavy on his tongue, pushing further and further into his mouth, and from the way his hand finds its way into Luther's hair, Luther knows Kal wants this as much as he does.

With a quiet rumble in his chest, Luther does his damnedest, head bobbing up and down, hands curling around Kallus's hips for leverage. He nudges against Kal's hand, urging a firmer grasp, eyes heavy lidded and his cheeks pink.