CW:

Smut, kissing, hand job, oral sex

"Here, Haru, let me get your back for you."

He released me from his hug, then grabbed a rag and some soap.

"Okay, thank you."

I moved to face away from him. The sound of him breathing behind me made me start to hyperventilate.

"Oh, sweetheart. Face me then. We can do it like this."

He faced me towards him, letting me settle myself into his lap. I wrapped my legs back behind him and my arms around him, and he reached behind me to clean my back for me. I could hear his heart beating, strong and steady, and I let myself close my eyes. His touch was so gentle, it barely hurt at all.

"Would you like me to help with…cleaning anything else…or would you like to do that yourself?'

He was pointing at me, just below the water. I realized I was probably not very cleaned out back there, especially judging by the state of the pants I had just taken off. The thought of him doing that for me was embarrassing, but the thought of doing it myself while he watched wasn't any better. I also didn't want him to leave…

"I…don't know…"

"Take your time, there is no rush to answer me."

I laid against him for several more minutes, taking in the scent of his skin.

"I think…I don't know…"

"How about this? I am going to start, and you stop me if you feel uncomfortable at all, okay?"

I nodded.

"And since we seem to be very non-verbal right now, you can tap me three times with your hand if you would like me to stop but you do not feel like you can say so, okay? Show me what that feels like, so I know you understand."

"Thank you, Sir."

I tapped him three quick times, as he requested.

"Very good. I will move slowly."

He propped me up against him so that I held most of my weight up on his shoulders, then started slowly rubbing the rag over my cheeks. I exhaled sharply when he went over an especially tender bruise, and he stopped.

"It's okay, that spot just hurts."

"Thank you for telling me."

He resumed, making small circles until he felt like I was completely clean. He started moving towards my entrance, barely making contact with my skin. I leaned against him, pressing our chests together as he worked to clean. It felt raw but…not bad?

"That's…"

He paused immediately.

"Should I stop?"

"N-no. No, Sir. It feels…it doesn't hurt."

"Ah."

He continued cleaning, and when he was finished, he dropped the rag and let it sink to the bottom of the tub. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and returned his hand to where he had just been cleaning.

"Still doesn't hurt?"

"No, Sir. It feels…I mean…You don't need to stop."

He started massaging the hole there, rubbing around and gently prodding while he waited for me to say more. I felt myself getting harder against his stomach.

"Is this…allowed to feel this good?"

"This sort of thing should feel good for you. It is meant to feel good for both people."

I let out a little groan, and he started delicately inserting a fingertip into that entrance. Bad call. The panic shot back up immediately.

"Ah! Stop!"

He withdrew his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't, it still hurts and…"

"Thank you for telling me."

"It felt good up until that, but it's still raw. I'm sorry."

"You do not need to apologize, I am glad you trust me enough to tell me to stop."

"Is it…okay that it felt good before? It felt so wrong last night, and now I feel dirty for not feeling wrong now. If that makes sense."

"It makes sense. It is right to feel good, and it is very right to tell me when things hurt. I think something else that might help you straighten out how you feel about it is…well. Can I try something else that I think will feel good to you?"

"Yes, Sir. Just not that. Not right now."

"Not ever, if you don't feel like it. And that is okay."

He moved his hand around to my front and slid it along my length, caressing and stroking with a touch so delicate I could barely feel it. I could feel him harden under me, and it made it hard to breathe.

"How is this? Is this okay?"

"Yes." I choked out the word.

He started moving his hand more deliberately along my shaft, flicking his fingers over the head with every pass. The bathwater was still hot, and every few passes he would dip his fingers in it to keep them wet. I felt myself starting to breathe quickly.

"Is that response good or bad?"

"I like it."

He smiled, leaning in to kiss me while he continued to stroke. I reached down between us and felt for him. I found him just as he tried to taste my mouth, and the sudden touch caused him to gasp into me, letting our tongues intertwine immediately. I started copying what he was doing as best as I could at my awkward angle, having a hard time reaching all the way to his tip. It was positioned too far back between my legs for me to get to without moving, and moving would mean moving away from his touch. He started to speed up a little, and that combined with the sounds of him enjoying my touch caused me to start shaking. He broke our kiss for a second.

"Are you close, sweetheart?"

"I'm not sure. I think…I'm gonna…is that okay?"

"Of course, of course it is."

He was starting to shake as well. I grinded myself up into his hand, trying to get as much of him to touch me as I could. Lifting like that let me reach a little more of him, so I stood myself up on my knees and tried to reach down to feel along his whole length. My movement placed his tip right against my entrance, and for a fraction of a second I felt panic again, until I looked into his face. His face. Not my dad's. His. He started to try to pull himself back and away from me, but I held him still and kept moving along his length. I was shaking so hard I thought I was going to break.

"That's it baby. Cum for me, okay? For me?"

"Ah!"

I felt myself release into his hand, while he tried to aim me down and away from his face. I ended up getting all over his chest.

At least we're already in the bath, I guess?

"It looks like we made a little bit of a mess, huh?"

"I'm sorry, Sir."

He laughed.

"It is actually my fault this time, it is okay."

He moved to start cleaning himself up.

"But Sir, you didn't get to…it's not fair to you."

"This kind of thing is not some sort of trade. I don't need to."

"But I do have your permission to try?"

He looked at me, amused.

"I suppose you do, yes."

I slid myself down to the other end of the tub, placing my legs under his. At this angle, his tip and a little bit more were above the water. I leaned down and wrapped my lips around his head, sucking and using my hand to repeat the motions I was making before.

"That's what you'd like to do?"

"Mmm-hmm.."

He leaned his hips out of the water some more, letting me taste more of him. He was already shaking a moment ago, and it didn't take long to get him there again.

"Fuck that's good. Sweetheart, when I finish, where would you like it?"

I released him for a moment.

"That's up to you, Sir."

"Would you like to swallow it?"

"Y-Yes. Yes sir."

I went back to sucking and licking, and heard his breath grow ragged. I hadn't thought about it before, but I really did want to swallow him. I want him to be inside me, and no one else.

"Thank you for letting me use your mouth like this, darling. You're so pretty. You're so amazing, I…"

He stiffened, and I tried to take as much of his length as I could down my throat. I felt him release in me, and kept swallowing and swallowing until he was finished twitching. He lolled his head back for a second, then looked at me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

He finished wiping his chest off with the rag, then pulled me against him to rest.

"You have a talent for that. Not sure if you were aware."

"Well, thank you." I giggled.

"That smile is back! I cannot get enough of it."

I grinned, and nestled my head down into him. His heartbeat was such a comforting sound.

"Hey, Sir?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I think I feel better. I still feel weird, but I feel better.

"That is relieving to hear."

After a few more beats, I continued.

"Hey, Kyojuro?"

"Yes?"

"I think I love you."

I heard his heart quicken, then slowly return to normal.

"I love you too, Haru. I swear I'll protect you better from now on."