Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 423. Haunted 2.0

"What are you even doing right now?" I motioned with my free hand at the drawings.

"I am trying to sort them. The one I like the best will be on top of the stack... or on the bottom to stay safe."

I pressed my lips together, feeling that something cringy would follow.

"But..."

"Don’t do it," I warned.

"I just..." He looked at me with a growing grin.

"Stop it."

"Like..."

I groaned.

"But I just like them all the same; I can’t decide."

I sighed, happy that this cliche statement was over.

"Did you sit here for hours to stare at the pictures, in hopes I would wake up and ask you what you are doing, giving you the stage to tell me how much you like them?"

The kid around my arm silently laughed again.

Henry looked away.

"Hmmm...maybe...?"

I chuckled, and he did too.

"I constantly look at them; that’s how much I LIKE them... by the way... do you remember before you went to sleep? You said something to me. Something that you LIKE having a fever or something...?"

I stared at him blankly, asking myself if he had run against a wall or something.

Although I had an inkling because he was EMPHASIZING a SPECIFIC WORD so MUCH.

But I still didn’t get why he was hoping for a sudden confession. Well, the obvious would be that I did say something, only to forget about it.

"Shut it." I looked stoically at the ceiling, refusing to partake in this conversation.

Henry whimpered softly, and my eyes instantly snapped back at him.

When he saw me react, he lightened up just as fast.

I give up.

Yes, yes, the puppy wins.

"I am going to take a bath." I patted Ren’s hands around me, but he continued to stick like gum.

"Hmmm... I still have to make it up to you and Kitty. I already have an idea about that, but it won’t happen as long as I am filthy as hell." I glanced at the kid and saw his eyes growing big.

His arms and legs unwrapped themselves speedily, and he sat up in his children’s pajamas, displaying absolute obedience.

Ren’s big eyes urged me quietly to go, and now free from my accessory, I did exactly that.

I stood up but decided to go in the cursed bathroom because knowing that they were hearing each water drop fall would stress me out too much, and I planned to finally do a long, relaxing soak.

I snatched new clothes and was gone like the wind, especially before Henry could stop me or ask if he should join me.

I heard him laugh at my speedy escape as I walked to the adjoining room, facing my enemy, the cursed bathroom, head-on.

This time, there was no naked body other than my own that could distract me, so I let the water in and watched the bathtub fill.

I zoned out for some time, thinking about this and that, absolutely amazed at how I wasn’t haunted by suicidal thoughts after experiencing something traumatic yet again, though it had been my own actions.

I have to say, as much as the apocalypse took, the apocalypse gave.

At least in my case.

When the bathtub was full, I finally stepped out of my dirty and bloody clothes that were dried up but still not in the far worse shape I had expected them to be.

Whoever washed these clothes before I wore them surely used an amazing fabric softener. Even with dried-up filth, they still were soft.

I chuckled at my own joke, stepping into the bathtub.

After taking a few deep breaths, I scrubbed myself, and after two bathtubs’ worth of water, I was super clean and could finally relax.

Yet, what would a cursed bathroom be without someone haunting it?

Henry knocked on the door, but even without me answering, he didn’t go away.

"Go away!"

"Let me in, I will scrub youuu..." he cried silently in front of the door like the bathroom ghost he had become.

"Fuck. Come in." I gave in yet again and found him teleporting inside the room I had locked.

He flashed a grin and looked from my eyes, very slowly, along my body.

"Are you done?" I chuckled.

"No." Coming to my side, he kneeled beside the freestanding bathtub.

"At least you are honest." I tried to ignore his stares that focused on a specific point in the middle of the tub, but it wasn’t an easy task.

"A week you were away... asleep, while I watched over you in solitude." He suddenly spoke dead serious while rolling up the sleeves of his long-armed, black, fitting but not tight-fitting shirt.

Chiseled strong arms hugged me as he leaned over the bathtub, still on his knees.

"I missed you so much I thought I’d go crazy..." he breathed into my ear before letting go with one arm, placing his palm on the water as if it were a solid surface.

My brain shut down at his voice, tickling and tearing at my nerves, as I stared with him at his hand, his head leaning against mine.

He held completely still before letting his hand sink down to the ground—down to my stomach.

"The least you can do is give me a bit..." He stroked over my stomach, the water moving slightly with his motions.

"A little bit..." His hand wandered further down before it stopped at the base of my cock, not touching it, but DAMN close to doing so.

I shuddered.

"...Attention?" I finished for him, my voice sounding strange in my ears.

"Yes... you got it right." He turned his face to me, kissing me on the cheek, while simultaneously moving his hand so as to enclose my steadily growing hardness.

The water was still hot, but Henry’s hand seemed hotter.

I will never be able to overcome the vulnerability such a big hand around my best part brought with it, but at the same time, it was a big, yet tight, hot space filled with only myself.

Seeing him move his hand up and down through the moving water surface gave the whole thing a much safer point of view than a direct look out on the land would provide.

So I continued to stare, tensing my muscles here and there to try not to take over control, lead his hand, or push my hips forward.

It had been something else when we were hugging closely and he did it with his hand; then I wasn’t feeling this bare.

Yet, I was so fucking hard; I felt ready to cum at any second, but he stopped at the right time, not bringing me close, but close enough to leave me with regret.

"Stop it," I groaned.

"Should I stop moving or stop ’not moving’?" He stroked over my tip before pressing his finger on it, making me tremble.

"Stop ’not moving.’" I blurted out much more desperately than I had intended to.

"Alright," he laughed ecstatically and sped up his tempo while I watched and watched as the water moved.

While I tensed my body, feeling the need to take over control so much that it was tormenting, he continued to move relentlessly, up and down the length, every now and then stroking over my balls.

"Do it to yourself as well," I told him while trying to hold back, wanting to cum with all my might but also wanting to prolong it.

"Hmm?"

"Fuck..." I couldn’t think or talk anymore, but the horny puppy had understood it the first time anyway.

He retracted the arm that was placed around my shoulders and touched himself, and I could feel that he moved both of his hands at the same speed.

I glanced to my side, but I couldn’t see him doing what he did to himself, as I was too far into the bathtub to look over the edge.

Finally unable to contain myself, I lifted my hand abruptly out of the water, splashing the floor as I reached around Henry’s neck, pulling him closer, pulling his lips toward mine.

My other hand enclosed his, forcing him to tighten his grip even more than he already had, forcing him to move faster, to finally bring me to Merryland, fast and efficiently, as I was done with any thought of prolonging this fervent torture.

His tongue invaded me, and mine invaded him, and I pulled him closer, again water splashing out of the bathtub, but who the fuck cares? Who the fuck has time for thoughts?

With me pulling him and him pushing himself to me while kissing wildly, we tilted to the side of the bathtub, forcing him to stand up and bend over to still reach my cock.

He also had to let go of himself to place his hand on the edge of the bathtub, so I grabbed him.

One of my arms was still around his neck to pull him closer, and my other hand was on his throbbing, hard erection, moving rapidly as he did with mine, as we were chaotically reaching for each other.

He was twitching crazily, and I was so turned on by his touch and the fact that he was so aroused by me that it led to the longed-for and unavoidable.

Finally, finally it came; I felt the orgasm erupt, my cum doing the same, and I also felt Henry jerking, moaning into my mouth as he had done what felt like a thousand times before, and for the first time simultaneously.

An animalistic deep moan that screamed of fucking pleasure and release.

He was out of breath; I was fucking heaving as we still continued to kiss, getting slower before finally stopping, this whole ordeal feeling taxing, intense, and addicting. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

I closed my eyes before slightly sliding a bit into the water while Henry still held onto my exhausted private part as if he was still taking care of it, and I only noticed after some time that I was doing the same.

I let go of his cock and patted his hand underwater so that he would do the same.

He obliged, and I dazedly opened my eyes while he still pecked the top of my head.

Dazedly opened my eyes to... look at the cum swimming in the water I was sitting in...

But okay, I mean, it was my own cum.

Though then I looked to the side, facing Henry’s package that had made its delivery in the bathtub as well.

Perfect.

"...bathing in cum," I commented dryly.

Not one kind of cum, TWO KINDS.

"...Hmm?" Henry straightened up and took a look, needing a few seconds to make himself a picture of the state of the bathroom and the state of the water I was in.

"..." He pulled off a look that was all in one: helpless, apologetic, stunned, and near laughter.

"Oh my fucking god." This ’experience’ will surely be haunting me forever.

I covered my eyes with one hand, trying to trigger my crystalline counterpart to come into action, while again cursing this bathroom.

"This is so fucking gay."