Kota sank deeper into the massive porcelain tub, the hot water lapping at his chest, steam curling upward in lazy spirals.
The Hawthorne mansion’s guest bathroom was absurd, like everything else in this house.
The tub was big enough for five people, with gold fixtures.
He had filled it with water as hot as he could stand and added half a bottle of some expensive bubble bath that smelled like lavender and vanilla.
His eyes were closed, his head resting against a rolled-up towel, his mind drifting to anything but sex.
For the first time in what felt like forever, he was alone.
The chaos of the previous night, the sixteen hours of nonstop fucking, the pile of bodies on Theo’s bed, Beckett’s ridiculous performance review, all of it faded into the background as the heat seeped into his muscles and loosened the knots in his shoulders.
His cock was completely soft, drained beyond anything he had ever experienced.
His balls felt empty, hollow, like someone had wrung them out and hung them up to dry.
It was, in a strange way, peaceful.
“Heyyyy.”
Kota’s eyes snapped open.
Corey was standing over the bathtub, barely covered by a towel that was doing a terrible job of hiding anything.
His white hair was damp, his skin flushed, and he was biting his lower lip as he stared down at Kota with that familiar, hungry expression.
The towel hung off his hips, revealing the dramatic flare of his waist and the top of his plump ass.
Kota sighed, closing his eyes again.
“What do you want, Corey?”
“I need a bath too,” Corey said, his voice dropping into that syrupy, flirtatious register that always meant trouble.
“And this one looks perfect.
Big enough for two.
Maybe three.
Maybe five.”
“Then use the twins’ bath.
Or the twenty other fucking bathrooms this house has.
I’m sure one of them is free.”
Corey shook his head slowly, his grin widening.
He knelt down beside the tub, his towel slipping further, and leaned in close.
“No can do, cutie.
I need you to wash my back.
And then I’ll wash yours.
It’s a fair trade.
A mutual exchange of services.”
Kota rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck.
He opened his mouth to say “fine, get it over with,” but before he could form the words, Corey was already dropping the towel and climbing into the tub.
The water sloshed around them, bubbles clinging to Corey’s pale skin as he settled himself directly on Kota’s lap.
Not beside him.
Not across from him.
On him.
His plump ass pressed against Kota’s thighs, and he let out a satisfied little sigh, wiggling slightly to get comfortable.
“See?” Corey murmured, leaning back against Kota’s chest.
“This is nice.
Cozy.
Intimate.
Just two friends sharing a bath.
Nothing weird about it.”
Kota’s hands hovered awkwardly in the water, unsure where to put them.
“Corey, you’re literally sitting on my cock.”
“For reasons,” Corey said, his voice a haughty whisper.
“For support.
For balance.
For the sake of structural integrity.
You wouldn’t want me to slip and drown, would you?
That would be a terrible end to Valentine’s.”
“There’s plenty of room in this tub for you to sit somewhere else.”
“But this is the best spot.
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The spot closest to my favorite person.” Corey shifted again, his ass grinding subtly against Kota’s thighs, and Kota felt a familiar, unwelcome twitch from his exhausted cock.
“Now, are you going to wash my back or not?”
Kota sighed and grabbed the bar of soap from the little tray beside the tub.
“Fine.
But no funny business.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Corey said, but his grin suggested otherwise.
Kota lathered up his hands and started washing Corey’s back, his palms sliding over the smooth, warm skin.
The water made everything slick and slippery, and Corey let out a low, satisfied moan as Kota’s hands moved lower.
The grinding started again, subtle at first, then more insistent, Corey’s ass pressing back against Kota’s lap with deliberate, rhythmic pressure.
“So,” Corey said, his voice taking on that breathy quality that always preceded an attempt at seduction.
“You come here often?
To this bathroom?
This tub is really nice.
Big.
Warm.
Private.
You could do a lot of things in a tub like this.”
Kota scrubbed harder.
“I don’t.
I don’t live here, remember?”
“Right, right.
You’re the big strong manager who lives in the modest apartment across town.
So mysterious.
So humble.
That’s hot.” Corey ground down again, harder this time, and Kota felt his cock twitch despite his exhaustion.
“Tell me, cutie.
Do you ever think about me?
When you’re all alone in that little apartment?
When you’re lying in bed at night, do you ever wish I was there with you?”
“Not really,” Kota said flatly.
“Liar.
I’ve seen the way you look at me.
The way your eyes drift down to my ass when you think I’m not looking.
The way you always end up with your hands on me, no matter how many times you say no.” Corey’s voice was getting breathier, his movements more urgent.
“You want me.
I know you do.
And I want you too, Kota.
I want you so bad it hurts.
I’ve been thinking about you all day.
All week.
All month.
I can’t stop thinking about your big, thick cock and the way it feels inside me and the way you make me scream—”
“Corey,” Kota said warningly.
But Corey was too far gone to stop.
He turned around in the tub, the water sloshing, and straddled Kota properly.
His arms wrapped around Kota’s neck, his face inches away, his eyes dark with lust.
“Come on, cutie.
Just one more round.
You can do it.
You’re the legendary Kota.
The man with the monster cock.
The one who can fuck for sixteen hours straight.
What’s one more little quickie in the bath?
I’ll make it worth your while.
I’ll ride you so good you forget your own name.
Please, Kota.
Please.”
Kota stared at him, his expression flat.
“No.”
Corey’s face crumpled into a pout.
“Why not?
I’m hot.
I’m willing.
I’m right here.
This usually works.”
“This usually works when I haven’t come twenty times in the last twenty-four hours.
My dick is out of commission, Corey.
It’s not going to get hard.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
It needs a vacation.
A long vacation.”
Corey pouted harder, his lower lip jutting out.
“You’re no fun.
You used to be fun.
The old Kota would’ve bent me over the edge of this tub and fucked me until I couldn’t walk.”
“The old and new Kota is tired and wants to finish his bath in peace.”
Corey sighed dramatically and climbed out of the tub, water streaming down his body.
He grabbed a towel and started drying off, his movements exaggerated and pouty.
Then, as if a switch had been flipped, his expression shifted from petulant to businesslike.
“Fine.
But I’ve got something else to talk to you about.
The meet and greet porno we shot at the last concert?
It hit five hundred thousand views.
Five.
Hundred.
Thousand.” He paused, letting the number sink in.
“By March, we’re going to Austin for a tour.
And I need my big strong manager slash security to come with us.
The fans want more than just music, cutie.
They want the full experience.
And you’re a big part of that experience.”
Kota shook his head.
“No.”
Corey dropped the towel and planted his hands on his hips, completely naked, completely unbothered.
“Half the comments from the meet and greet fuck and the parking lot fight are from desperate femboys who want to get skullfucked by you.
They’re asking for you by name, Kota.
You’re famous now.
You can’t just walk away from that kind of fame.”
Kota shooed him away with a wet hand.
“We’ll talk about this later.
I’m too tired to focus on anything right now.”
Corey sighed, but he didn’t argue.
Instead, he turned and walked toward the door, deliberately swaying his ass with every step.
The movement was slow, exaggerated, designed to draw the eye.
He looked back over his shoulder once, winked, and disappeared into the hallway.
Kota closed his eyes and sank deeper into the water.
Finally.
Peace and quiet.