Chapter Six

Buhle's lips melted into his lover's gentle and more experienced ones.

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressed together, as if trying to become one. The water caressed their skin, as if in a sensual dance that mirrored the passion growing between them.

Buhle could feel Buhlanti's hands moving with confidence, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his body. As their lips parted momentarily, Buhlanti whispered, "You are mine, my husband, and I will show you what that means."

The words resonated in Buhle's mind, sending a shiver of excitement down his spine.

Buhle watched as Buhlanti slowly unbuttoned his wet shirt to reveal a chiseled chest.

While Buhlanti's eyes stayed glued on Buhle's.

Buhlanti's intense gaze remained fixed on Buhle as he slowly unfastened the buttons of his shirt, the damp fabric clinging to his torso. Buhle couldn't help but admire Buhlanti's form, his strong, sculpted chest on full display.

As Buhlanti let the shirt fall to the floor, his gaze turned into a predatory look. He reached for Buhle, his hand running down his body, stopping at Buhle's waist. He stood there admiring his husband's naked form.

Buhlanti's gaze was like a predatory lion stalking its prey, his hand still lingering at Buhle's waist. Buhle felt exposed, vulnerable, but at the same time, the intensity of Buhlanti's stare excited him.

Buhlanti leaned in close, his lips brushing against Buhle's neck, sending shivers through his body. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "Let me worship you."

Someone that lived to serve his sister's and the village as a warrior he didn't actually know how to feel about these words. Buhle was stunned.

Buhle's years of servitude had hardened him, preparing him for battles on the battlefield, but nothing had prepared him for this. Being called 'beautiful' by his husband, being told that he should be worshiped, all of it was overwhelming.

Buhle felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him, his heart racing, his body tingling. He'd never felt so desired, so valued, yet it all seemed so foreign and strange. "I... I don't know what to say," he stammered, his eyes fixed on Buhlanti's penetrating gaze.

Buhlanti kissed him.

Buhlanti's kiss was passionate, possessive, and commanding. His lips pressed against Buhle's with an urgency that was both intoxicating and a little frightening. Buhle felt himself surrendering to the kiss, giving in to his husband's embrace.

Buhlanti's hands roamed over Buhle's body, igniting a fire within him that he'd never felt before. He could feel Buhlanti's arousal pressing against him, and it was as if a spark had ignited within him, awakening a desire he hadn't known existed.

Buhle found himself turned around and still kissing his husband who was behind him. And they were joined in a old dance only known by lovers.

The hot steamy shower became a passionate stage for their dance of desire. Buhlanti's hands traced along Buhle's bare skin, exploring the contours of his body. Buhle felt his heart pounding in his chest, the heat of their bodies almost unbearable in the already warm shower.

As the intensity grew, Buhle was pressed up against the shower wall, Buhlanti's hands moving over him with skill and precision. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, both excited by the new sensations and afraid of what it all might mean.

Buhle gasped when he felt. Felt it invading into his entrance.

Buhle's gasp was a mixture of shock and pleasure as Buhlanti's length slid into him. A gasp that seemed to echo throughout the shower, like a primal cry of surrender.

Buhle felt like his world had been turned upside down, like he was being claimed by his husband in ways he'd never even imagined. He groaned, his knees trembling as Buhlanti began to move, thrusting slowly and deeply, establishing a rhythm that seemed to take control of Buhle's entire being.

"You okay?" Buhlanti asked gently.

Buhle couldn't form words; his voice was stuck in his throat, a mixture of pleasure and shock coursing through his veins. His breathing was ragged, his hands gripping the wall to steady himself.

"Mm-hm," he managed to groan, his body shuddering as Buhlanti's thrusts became more intense, more passionate. The sensation was almost too much to bear, yet Buhle couldn't resist the pleasure of his husband's touch.

Buhle found himself enjoying every thrust and every grunt but he was disappointed when it suddenly all ended.

Buhlanti pulled out of him and he could see the liquid from the man's cock dropping on the shower floor.

Buhle stared at it. And stared at Buhlanti as he groaned massaging his going limp length. "Thirty minutes. " He smiled kissing Buhle.

Buhle was still confused. Why did he pull it out? Before he finished...Before they both finished...

"You look confused warrior. " Buhlanti said as he grabbed his now not possible to be worn clothes that were drenched in water.

"Well..." Buhle licked his lips. "You pulled out before...you could uh..." he pointed at the white substance that was being washed away by the water. "Why didn't you do that..."

"Inside you?" Buhlanti finished for him. A smile on his face. "Sorry I didn't tell you. Uh...another tradition over here is that we don't do that till you're in my palace."

Buhle's confusion was palpable. The passion and pleasure of the moment had been interrupted so abruptly that he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. The realization that there was more to Buhlanti's culture that he hadn't yet been made aware of added to the intrigue and mystery of their union.

"Oh," Buhle replied, his voice wavering with uncertainty. "So...does that mean there will be...more of this...when we get to your palace?"

Buhlanti got closer to Buhle again. "So much more. No more thirty minutes." He chuckled when he saw the redness of Buhle's face.

Buhle could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a blush spreading across his face as Buhlanti approached him once again. His husband's confidence and charisma were almost as intoxicating as his touch, and Buhle found himself drawn to him, despite his initial confusion.

"More?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you...teasing me, Buhlanti?"

Buhlanti chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Maybe a little. But trust me, once we're at the palace, you won't be disappointed. Unless..."