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Arthur moaned softly while John's ministrations on him were hardly gentle, a caress, a soft spoken word. It was always like this with him, and Arthur wanted it to almost stop.
This time it was in the bathtub instead of the bed. Arthur wanting to wash the grime off his body, and by the end of it, John's hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him. He didn't appear all that ready to go faster, he seemed only to relax the both of them.
Arthur kept panting instead, the one truly feeling the intensity of his hardened cock, the way John wasn't really listening to him while he tried to stay calm in the bathtub.
'And I don't think that what we did yesterday was beneficial since we did land in the dumpster…'
"Uh-huh…ahhh…ahh…" arthur panted, whining softly.
'I mean, you did lose your footing. I never did mention that you're quite clumsy. All you had to do was climb the ladder.'
Arthur wasn't even sure what they were talking about. Yesterday wasn't that bad.
"That's…what you're angry…about?" Arthur asked, fingers on the side of the tub as leverage. The water sloshed a bit with his movements while John kept his pace the way it was. Thumb pressed to his slit and other times to the vein along his cock. It felt like hr was just experimenting, but his hold was possessive and eager to wring Arthur out.
'I didn't want us to end up in the garbage, and you twisted your ankle at the same time. We lost the entity before we can even get to it,' John argued, sounding put out, his hand moving a little faster.
Arthur pressed his head back, eyes barely sliding shut. He stared at the ceiling, moaning softly. His body was so close, the pleasure making his breath shudder out as John kept up with him.
"Oh…fuck…ahh…John…" Arthur moaned, soft and sure, his pleasure continued to build, a whimper escaping him as John stroked him a little faster.
'You're incredibly impatient,' John murmured.
"I'm not…I'm not…" Arthur whined again as John almost slowed down. He was so close, so needy for the attention that he'd probably just do it himself to spite the entity in his head.
He kept breathing steadily, needing to get over a certain line to finally release. Just to make this whole thing easier that he did fall, he did hurt his ankle, and he really did not deserve this. But he wanted it, and he ignored the water sloshing over the edge of the tub.
"Come on…please…John…" He whined.
'You're the one who won't…'
Arthur came, moaning, and canting his hips into the hand that stroked him. The pleasure was tight in his stomach, relaxing after every breath he took as he whined with overstimulation before John let go.
'You're impatient. You won't let me just go on for awhile.'
"Not in the tub," Arthur leaned his back, eyes finally closing, trying to catch his breath.
'Fine, but next time, I don't want to just get it over with in the first twenty minutes.'
Arthur blinked at what John said, and grasped the side of the tub. Next time it'll be longer, and Arthur will just have to take it. He grunted low at the thought, and muttered, "Fine," before getting out of the tub.