Hot steam from the bathtub filled the small room, creating a thin veil of mist that blurred the vision but sharpened the other senses. Amidst the humid warmth, Wolvin slowly lowered his body. His knees touched the wet tiled floor, and his golden eyes gazed up with pure adoration toward the center of his husband's body.
Without hesitation, Wolvin opened his mouth and began to take Calian's fully erect shaft inside.
The sensation of warmth and moisture instantly surged through Calian's nerves. Wolvin's nimble, warm tongue moved with a rhythmic precision, delivering a stinging, visceral pleasure.
Calian snapped his head back, his eyes clamping shut. He nearly let out a loud groan, but the sudden realization that his mother was right behind the bathroom door forced him to immediately cover his mouth with the back of his hand. His breath hitched, trapped in his throat.
Seeing Calian overwhelmed, Wolvin released him for a moment, his lips wet and glistening.
"Darling, sit on the floor." Wolvin whispered in a raspy voice that was both commanding and tender. "Let me do the work..."
Calian, whose legs already felt weak from the pleasure, obeyed without a word. He lowered himself, sitting with his back against the wall of the tub. The cold tiles against his back provided a startling contrast to the heat of his burning body.
Wolvin immediately stood before the seated Calian, intending to mount his husband's shaft. However, before Wolvin could do so, Calian did something unexpected.
Calian reached out, steadying his spouse's slender waist, and leaned his face forward. Without warning, Calian opened his mouth and took Wolvin's erect shaft inside, mirroring the pleasure he had just received.
"Mmmh..!!"
Wolvin jumped in surprise. His legs trembled violently as he felt the warmth of Calian's mouth enveloping him. He gripped Calian's purple hair, trying to find his balance so he wouldn't collapse.
Ah... this feels incredible... Wolvin moaned internally, his eyes fluttering shut against the waves of pleasure rushing from his toes to his head. I almost moaned out loud because of his sudden move. My Darling's mouth... is so warm.
Calian didn't let Wolvin rest. He teased with his tongue, pampering his spouse with a service he rarely performed. However, mindful of their limited time, Calian eventually released Wolvin, leaving a glistening trail of saliva behind.
Wolvin, whose lust was now at its peak, wasted no more time. He slowly began to lower his hips, guiding the erect shaft beneath him. His hand gripped Calian's length, guiding it precisely to the entrance of his hole, which was already wet and ready to receive him.
"Ngh..."
Slowly but surely, Calian's shaft slid completely inside. The sensation, a mix of the sharp ache of entry and the sheer bliss of being filled, made Wolvin tilt his head back. The internal walls of his body gripped Calian tightly, as if never wanting to let go.
After a moment to adapt, Wolvin began to move his body. Up, then down. It started slowly, but the tempo increased rapidly as the pleasure intensified. Calian's hands did not remain idle. He reached forward, stroking Wolvin's unattended shaft, providing a double stimulation that sent Wolvin into a frenzy.
"Mmmh... Mmmh...."
Both of them fought to suppress their moans, channeling their voices through deep, demanding kisses. Their lips searched each other, tongues intertwining, as they tried to muffle the sounds of their frantic breathing and mounting cries.
Wolvin, with his natural beastfolk stamina, became increasingly feral. He didn't let their pace slow down. His hips moved with agility, thrusting down with power and speed.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
The sound of Wolvin's skin meeting Calian's thighs echoed sharply, filling the silence of the bathroom with a wild, rhythmic beat. Sweat and steam mingled into one.
Calian continued to feel Wolvin's aggressive movements and kisses. He's still as hyper and wild as always. Calian thought, feeling the incredible grip of Wolvin's internal muscles. There was a sense of overwhelming pleasure and a slight struggle to keep up. But above all, there was a profound sense of love.
But this is who he is. And I chose him. Calian's mind continued. As his husband, I must continue to serve him, to match him until he feels satisfied and loved.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Wolvin's movements became uncontrollable. Their kiss broke, replaced by heavy, gasping breaths.
"Mmmh.... Mmmh...."
Suddenly, Wolvin's body tensed and went rigid. His movements became frantic and erratic, and he hugged Calian's neck with immense strength, as if trying to pull himself closer into his very soul.
"Mmmh...!"
Squirt!
The release was inevitable. A warm thick, clear fluid erupted from Wolvin, coating Calian's chest and stomach. Wolvin's body shook violently in the peak of his climax.
Feeling his spouse reach the climax, Calian, who had not yet reached his own, gripped Wolvin's twitching buttocks tightly, holding him flush against him.
As if understanding his husband's need, Wolvin continued to grind and move up and down while showering him with kisses.
"Mmmh... Mmmh...." Calian moaned, the sound vibrating deep in his throat.
His muscles coiled, and his hands tightened around Wolvin's waist. The shaft inside Wolvin hardened even further, preparing to release everything.
Squirt!
A warm, thick flood filled Wolvin's depths. Wolvin jerked slightly, his eyes meeting Calian's with a soft, tender gaze as he felt the warmth filling him completely, soaking the sensitive walls inside. It felt deep, and it felt final.
They both fell silent for a few moments, the only sounds being the heavy breathing and the race of heartbeats in the narrow space. Wolvin rested his forehead on Calian's shoulder, his body limp but utterly relaxed.
"It's a good thing I only asked for one round, Darling..." Wolvin whispered, his voice hoarse and breathless. His face was flushed crimson, a mix of satisfaction and the lingering embers of lust. "Once we arrive at our destination... I want you to satisfy me until I'm truly done! All night long!"
Calian smiled thinly, gently rubbing Wolvin's sweaty back. "Yes, Wolvin. I promise. I will make you satisfied and happy." he whispered, embracing the slender body tightly to convey his affection. "But for now, let's wash up quickly. I don't want Mother to wait any longer and get suspicious."
Wolvin nodded in agreement, though he was reluctant to let go of the warm embrace. He stood up with slightly shaky legs, and the two of them began to clean the remnants of their passion from their bodies.
Meanwhile, in the silence of the bedroom, Elara sat on the edge of the bed, combing her golden hair. Though her eyes were fixed on the window, her senses caught everything.
Elara could only shake her head slowly, a faint, amused smile playing on her lips.
You two are already married, why go to such lengths to be shy? Elara thought, struggling to hold back the laughter that threatened to bubble up.
She had heard the rhythm of their breathing, the faint sound of skin meeting skin, and the suppressed moans they tried so hard to stifle. Your moans are perfectly audible from here, you know. You silly boys!
Elara took a long breath, setting her comb down on the vanity. There was a lingering awkwardness, but it was far outweighed by a sense of relief. Her son had grown into a man with his own love life, and as a mother, she found that to be perfectly natural.
Elara decided to act with wisdom. She composed her face in the mirror, adopting a calm, neutral expression as if she had heard nothing at all. She would allow her son and son-in-law to keep their privacy and their dignity.