Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 424. Bathingtime

I let out a very long sigh before I put my hand away and looked up.

Henry didn’t look like he was amused anymore, as the look on his face had turned hungry yet again, his mber standing at attention ONCE MORE.

I wanted to ask why the fuck he was aroused again when it already ca to .

This freak surely found it hot that I was ’covered’ in his cum.

He hovered over the bathtub, closing in on to kiss again when I splashed him with the water.

"Stop it!"

He halted in the motion with his eyes closed, now being a drenched puppy.

Then he licked his lips.

"Get the fuck out!" I splashed him again before noting that he was having his fun being splashed by my bathwater mixed with both our cum.

Henry laughed deeply before pulling his shirt over his head and stepping out of his pants.

Before I could even react, he was naked and making his way into the bathtub with .

"The fuck?" I tried to wrestle him away, but he lifted and then placed in front of him, taking a seat inside the bathtub.

We ended with half sitting, half lying on top of him, and Henry hugging from behind, his cock squeezed between us.

"What do you think you are doing right now?" I moved my body a bit, and he moaned, so I held still again.

"Now, we are both bathing in cum." He chuckled in my ear, his voice dark and alluring.

"It’s damn alarming that you’re getting off to this," I laughed speechlessly.

"I am not..." He pulled up a bit, rubbing against his hardness.

"...but I am trying to." He moved down, continuing to use my weight and my back as his thod of choice.

Oh dear god, here I am, used as a tool, in a bathtub laced with cum, and just feeling his scorching hot mber inside the anwhile cooled-off water was turning on yet again.

I couldn’t decide between beating him or just letting him do his thing—though the decision was made the second he once more reached for my cock.

The rubbing, the pressing of his part against my back, and the jerking off continued while I leaned back in defeat... and pleasure.

"Kenny... Kenny... Kenny."

Hearing the low growl coming from behind, constantly repeating my na, made twitch and shudder.

"Shut it, you damn pervert..." I mumbled while closing my eyes and doing my best not to get so bathwater in my mouth.

With Henry joining in the cum bath, a bunch of water had not only flooded the damn cursed bathroom, but the water level in here had also risen.

Well, all was good, even regarding this perverted setting, as long as he made do with my back and didn’t co near my ass, because then I would really have to beat him up.

My dazed brain gave out as I didn’t care about anything that was not the turn-on his hand and body brought .

The bathwater felt hot again when I felt him jerking and moaning, and when his hand hurried up the pace, bringing once again a release that felt like forever.

’Cause even when I ca, his hand never stopped moving, adamant to squeeze the last drop of cum out of .

When we finished, the water level had risen again through both of our contributions.

But I didn’t really mind either, and I closed my eyes in a daze, ready to go to sleep at once.

"Hnng, aaah fuck. We have to do that more often." He moaned, reveling in the afterglow.

"Flooding the bathroom?" I mumbled tiredly.

"Yes. Let’s do that daily. Twice a day. Thrice. No, let’s never leave this bathtub." He stopped suddenly, as if he got an idea, before pulling up to whisper in my ear.

"Let’s forget the water and fill the whole tub with only our cum."

I shuddered and elbowed him, suddenly more awake again.

"Hell no!" I tried to stand up by grabbing the edges and pulling myself up, but Henry latched onto .

"No fucking way! Let go, I’ll have to shower!"

"Can you conjure up this bathtub with its contents in the future again?"

"No way in fucking hell! It’s bad enough that it is there in the present!" After a scuffle with more elbowing and Henry ending up whining, I managed to stand up.

I turned around and was now confronted with a more difficult problem. The showerhead was above Henry, attached to the pole behind him.

So if I managed to bend forward enough to reach it, I would shove my cock into his face, and I wasn’t really sure what he would do then.

I sighed and covered my face in defeat, ignoring his heated stares against my skin.

"Be a good puppy, and get out now. I played with you enough." Though it was more that he played with with an experienced ease, as I have to teeth-clenchingly admit.

I lowered my hands, trying not to give into the impulse to cover my private parts because why the fuck should I? There is nothing there to be ashad of; we are all n here.

Henry looked at droopily before slowly standing up and towering above .

His hair was still a bit wet from the splashing, and he looked so fucking handso, beautiful like the siren I had discovered in the water tank inside the center.

Water and ’blue’ were really a deadly combination...

I licked my lips.

"That’s the reason I don’t want to bathe with you, ’cause we don’t get anything else done then."

"Hmmm? Am I so distracting for you?" He placed his forehead on top of mine.

"You need to tell you?"

"Yeah, I need it, desperately so."

"You are so fucking distracting that I can’t get a single straight thought together," I murmured.

Again, his magic brought to say the most cringe-worthy things.

But hearing him chuckle so damn happily, radiating ecstasy at each of my words, I really didn’t have a choice, did I?

"Alright." He kissed the top of my head and stepped out of the tub, bringing more water with him.

While I turned on the showerhead, I saw him directly go for the towels instead of teleporting into another bathroom to shower.

I waited and watched, thinking he would go out of the room after clothing himself while I washed my body anew, but I didn’t see him make any motion after covering himself and leaning against the wall to continue watching .

When I felt mostly clean, I took the towel Henry offered to dry myself.

".....You don’t plan to wash off the cum water?"

Seeing him laugh, I already had my answer.

How could I forget who I was dealing with?

I touched his face with my dried hand a bit too forcefully, delivering one-tenth of a slap.

"At least you are not sticky," I discovered with relief before continuing to dry myself.

Henry got another towel and helped without being asked or needing to, but oh well.

In the end, I stepped off the bathtub, with the towel around my hips, onto the wet floor.

"Damn, this bathroom tends to get flooded."

"The first happened when you bathed the unconscious ?" Henry hung onto my body, feeling my abs.

"Mhm, don’t remind . I still hope you didn’t fake being asleep back then." I turned around and glared at him before conjuring up a hill of towels, then throwing them all over the floor while dragging my usual backpack around.

"Hahahahahah! I really didn’t!" He seed genuine, so I let him off.

I went to the sink and unpacked two brand-new toothbrushes.

"By the way, don’t you feel disgusted kissing without brushing your teeth first? Especially if I was asleep for one week?"

Henry took the toothbrush I gave him and grinned.

"I wouldn’t mind, but you always taste fantastic."

"Hmm... you too," I answered absentmindedly.

"Is that because of the upgrade? I rember having been your average reeking guy before."

Henry chuckled while putting toothpaste on his toothbrush, all with his arms around .

"That’s hard to believe." He put toothpaste on my toothbrush.

"Morning breath is caused by bacteria, so maybe this bacteria can’t do anything against our enchanted bodies."

"Oh. Not a bad theory." I pointed at him with my toothbrush.

After washing up, I touched Henry’s face, hands, and arms to make sure he really wasn’t sticky anywhere.

The puppy seed to really enjoy the touch, so I told him to bend down at the end and patted his head for so ti.

Seeing him lean in so obediently, with his eyes closed in satisfaction, I felt a deep satisfaction myself.

"Will you go and fetch new clothes? A new shirt for you as well?" I asked and felt as if I saw his imaginary ears stand up, happy to have received a task from his master.

He took a look at my wet clothes amidst the towels on the floor and hurried out.

Speedily, he was back and bent down without giving my clothes, asking for more pets.

I grinned and delivered the demanded pets before receiving the hostages, with Henry changing his shirt with as well.

Then he returned to his backpack form and followed to step on the towels to let them soak up every last bit of cum water.

Well, bathing with a puppy was annoying and warranted a big clean-up afterwards, but it wasn’t so bad either.