“Is the water temperature alright? If it hurts when I scrub the bubbles on, you’ll need to tell me.”

Even though he didn’t expect a proper answer, Yuder kept talking. It was because he liked seeing Kishiar instinctively close his eyes and smile whenever he spoke.

Truthfully, this was the first time Yuder had properly bathed someone else like this. Until now, things had somehow always ended up with him being the one taken care of, and he’d long wanted to return the favor. Getting the chance now left him feeling oddly refreshed.

‘Still... it’s definitely not easy.’

Finding the right amount of foam for the towel, scrubbing with just enough pressure to avoid reddening the skin—it was all harder than # Nоvеlight # he expected. He’d never thought twice about it when washing himself, since it was second nature. But doing it for someone else turned out to be surprisingly complex.

‘And above all else...’

Yuder’s gaze dropped downward—to the body holding him. Kishiar had been hard from the moment he opened his eyes, and not once had he softened. Not during the meal, not during the bath—he remained aroused the entire time. Looking at him now, it was like Kishiar was simply excited by Yuder’s very existence.

It must have been exhausting to maintain that state for so long. At this point, it was almost awe-inspiring. Even considering the rut, it was still a feat.

‘Back then, when he said he had to consciously suppress it every time, I didn’t think it was that serious...’

But if this was how his body responded even outside a rut, Yuder could understand.

‘He hasn’t seemed to suppress it that forcefully since I told him not to...’

...Or had he? Suddenly, Yuder wasn’t so sure.

“Mm...”

As Yuder’s foamed-up hand moved lower, Kishiar’s smile faltered for the first time. His brow knit slightly as he lowered his head with a flushed face, tightening his grip around Yuder’s waist and resting his forehead on his shoulder. Yuder felt both the impish delight of teasing someone pure and the breathtaking thrill of having Kishiar la Orr fully dependent on his touch alone.

“Is it difficult for you?”

“...Haa, hh...”

Only shallow breaths returned in place of an answer. The erection pressed against Yuder’s body grew hotter, releasing a sticky fluid. Even in this instinct-driven state, Kishiar seemed to understand this wasn’t the right moment, and he was trying to endure it.

It was a moment where he didn’t even need to endure—and yet he still tried, not wanting to interrupt what Yuder was doing.

Looking down at the man gasping softly, his flushed face stretching to the tips of his ears, Yuder slowly closed his eyes. Who could have imagined a day would come when someone so much larger and more mature than him would feel so pitiful, so adorable, and so—irresistibly lovable?

He had feared his own rut so much, but the one Yuder faced now was nothing but beautiful and joyous.

How could someone like you even exist?

Repeating in his heart the very words Kishiar had once spoken while looking at him, Yuder smiled faintly.

How could anyone not love you after seeing you like this?

There was no way not to.

“Come here. This way.”

Yuder changed positions and sat Kishiar down in the tub, climbing on top of him. Their bodies, slick with soap, slid against each other as Kishiar tilted his head back with another moan. The hands gripping Yuder’s waist were so hot they could almost burn.

Wiping the foam away from Kishiar’s eyes, Yuder then brushed his fingers along the earlobe that had been catching his attention. There was a tiny hole—an old piercing. Though he had rarely seen Kishiar wear earrings, the hole remained unblocked, suggesting it had been pierced in his childhood.

The small red-tinted hole stood out clearly. Yuder touched it carefully with the tip of his fingernail—gently, deliberately pressing. Immediately, a pair of crimson eyes filled with longing turned toward him. Eyes that looked only to the one who could give him what he needed. Eyes filled with desperation, with nothing else—no thoughts, no hesitation.

Looking into them, Yuder wrapped his arms around Kishiar’s neck and kissed him.

“Let’s do it first, and then wash up again afterward. I think that’s best.”

“...”

Haa. Kishiar smiled radiantly, pressing his lips repeatedly against Yuder’s in little kisses. At the same time, like a beast given permission, his hands moved swiftly to grip Yuder’s ass and pull it apart.

A thick, hot pressure nudged at the open entrance.

“Ahh...!”

With a sharp inhale, Yuder felt himself stretch wide again, his insides instantly filled. His lips parted halfway of their own accord. Rested and fed, his body welcomed the returning pleasure as if it had been waiting all along.

“Ugh, ah, nn, ah, hngh, mm...!”

It wasn’t the first time they had done this in the bath. It wasn’t even the first time with all the bubbles.

But this was the first time he’d taken him like this—burning, frantic from rut. That hardness, already sliding smoothly thanks to his own fluids, now moved even faster because of the soap, plunging unpredictably in wild directions. Each unpredictable thrust triggered shocks of pleasure that opened his pores and sent chills up his spine.

‘He won’t... actually punch through my stomach, will he...?’

Yuder wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by the intensity. Kishiar, unable to resist any longer, looked near tears with euphoria, clinging tightly to Yuder. Every time he did, Yuder was flooded with warmth. He kissed and licked the reddened earlobe, then the tiny hole within, and Kishiar shuddered violently, the color rising deep inside his ear.

Each short, broken breath bounced off the wet bathroom walls, echoing louder than usual. Their thundering pulses became indistinguishable. As the thrusts grew more violent, the foamy water sloshed over the sides of the tub. It was messy—something they might’ve avoided on any other day. But today, it only made the pleasure worse. Or better.

“Haahh...!”

Climax.

Kishiar gripped his waist tightly, lifted him, then slammed him down with a fierce thrust. The force hit so deep it crossed a wall inside Yuder. His insides clenched around him completely—no space, no gaps. His lips parted again, and Kishiar’s tongue pushed in, stealing his breath. His mind spun as his insides trembled, his climax echoing through him. His shaft, grinding against Kishiar’s taut stomach through bubbles, erupted from the sheer pleasure.

Yuder trembled, able to vividly imagine the shape of what was inside him as it released. The sight of foam-slick liquid spreading across the bathwater was so indecent it made his brain heat up.

The pleasure had gone so deep, he couldn’t move even long after it ended.

“Haa, haa...”

Blinking his eyes back to focus, Yuder felt a hand cradling his nape and gently stroking his hair. Fingers played with his wet strands, wrapping around them like threads, trailing across his scalp and sensitive neck—each touch still intensely stimulating. Accepting the caress, Yuder exhaled his lingering heat and looked down.

His smooth, now nearly foamless skin. His lower stomach, dipped beneath the cloudy water, bulged ever so slightly. What was inside hadn’t faded yet. As Yuder stared, he felt it shift and swell again.

“...”

Biting his lip at the subtle but certain pressure inside, he lifted his gaze. Kishiar, golden hair wet and darkened, smiled contentedly through the strands. His flushed cheeks, basking in afterglow, looked so seductive anyone would fall for him.

‘He has... no intention of stopping.’

The other hand wrapped around Yuder traced slowly down his thigh, his ass, then over their joined point of contact. That tender yet possessive motion made it clear:

He would not let this happiness end here.

“...Haa.”

So much for the plan to clean up after one round and get out.

Yuder’s entire plan was now—completely revised.