Dahmer did not waste a single second after Malcolm gave his desperate, breathy permission. The water in the massive ceramic tub sloshed violently against the edges as the Enigma shifted his lower body, cementing his absolute dominance in the space. He reached down through the suds, his wet fingers wrapping securely around Malcolm's wrist. With a steady, unyielding tug, Dahmer guided Malcolm's shaking hand down through the scalding water, pulling it straight toward the burning core of his own arousal.
Malcolm's fingers trembled as they were forced past Dahmer's hip, his knuckles brushing against the smooth, pale skin of the Enigma's thigh before making direct contact. His palm closed around a massive, brutal ridge of flesh that felt like solid marble beneath the water.
It was the first time in his entire life that Malcolm had ever held another man's dick in his hand.
