Chapter 158: Such selfish thoughts
With the night drawing on for a long time, they both intertwined their bodies continuously and took on various positions.
But no matter how many times they went at it, neither was satisfied.
It was as if they were having five years’ worth of sex. Exhilarating and then exhausting.
The room was filled with the musky and weird smell of their semen but something else topped that, it was the sweet scent that they both produced from their bodies, mixing very well together.
It was hot.
And then, Michael finally passed out in exhaustion.
The time was 4 in the morning.
Noah shoved his fingers through his hair and swiped them back, looking at the beautifully wrecked image of his lover.
Even when passed out, Michael was still somehow tempting him.
He wanted to keep going but he guessed that was enough.
He stared at Michael a bit more. Those dark and red lines under his eyes as if he had been crying for a while. Well, he had been crying.
Tears of pleasure, that is.
He was so loud and didn’t try to hold in his moans one bit.
Thank goodness for the soundproof rooms.
How on Earth would they explain this to their daughter if she suddenly woke up to their moans and asked to see them?
Noah grabbed Michael’s butt cheeks and squeezed, his fingers digging deep into his soft flesh.
How was such a small body able to take on his desire? He often wondered.
And then, he noticed his semen spewing out of Michael’s hole. Ah, there was a lot.
Noah bit his lip. This was dangerous.
He had to get them out so that Michael wouldn’t have a bellyache. But then, at the same time, a part of him wanted to push it all back in.
He wanted his semen to stay inside him.
He wanted him to continue smelling like him and looking like the mess he made him to be.
Such selfish thoughts. It seemed like he was far gone into his wild desires than he thought.
He finally decided on what to do and walked away, heading for the bathroom.
It was large and had a large bathtub that they could both soak in for as long as they wanted.
But first...
He turned on the water, getting the right temperature, and waited a bit as the tub gradually filled up.
Then, he got up and went to get Michael.
He lifted him from the bed and carried him to the bathroom, placing him on the tub that wasn’t halfway yet.
He squatted and watched Michael sleeping.
He didn’t even move a muscle. He was very exhausted.
He probably hadn’t exercised for a while so his limbs might be a bit sore after this. Noah did bend him into several positions he hadn’t taken on for five years, so the muscles he really used were worked.
’I’ll give him a massage.’ Noah thought. ’I’ll make sure to cuddle him until he doesn’t have time to think of his sore joints anymore.’
Noah watched Michael even more, and then he recalled watching Michael bathe Olivia, and a little smile played on his lips.
She was so adorable and so was he. They looked so good together, and their bond was very strong.
He wanted his bond to be that strong with his daughter. Maybe even stronger?
He looked at the water level and realized it would take a while before it got to his desired level so he got up and went to change the sheets, as well as pick up the various soiled pieces in the room.
They didn’t use a condom, not once, so there were no used condoms littered everywhere. But somehow, the room still looked littered.
Noah cleaned it all up and then threw all the uncomfortable mess somewhere. Room service would take care of that later.
Once he had changed the sheets, he just needed to wait for the purifier to purify the air while they soaked in the tub.
He went back to the bathroom and noticed the water was almost there.
He checked up on Michael a few times while he was taking care of the mess in the room, worried that he would slip deeper into the tub and drown.
With how exhausted he looked, he wouldn’t even know when he was drowning until he was actually drowning, and by that time, his mind would be filled with so much chaos that he would forget to raise his head to the surface.
Noah worried about that so much that he did not hesitate to check in on Michael multiple times and luckily, he was just as he left him.
"Alright now," Noah exclaimed, getting into the tub as well.
Just as Michael was sticky, he also felt sticky. Cumming so much could only result in that anyway.
They didn’t stop to clean up so it was inevitable. And all that cum was buried deep inside Michael.
Noah tested Michael on his body and then poked one of his fingers inside.
Regrettably, he would have to get all his semen out of Michael.
"Mm," he heard Michael’s groan, as if he also disagreed with getting the semen out.
But all this was just Noah’s thinking. Michael was fast asleep and didn’t even know what was going on so how would he agree or disagree?
’I feel like if he’s awake, he wouldn’t want me to get it out.’ Noah thought, wriggling his fingers inside.
Michael’s insides were stretched but they were still hot. Noah noticed how slippery and wet Michael kept getting the more the thrust inside him during the first round.
If it started during their second round, he could assume that it was thanks to his cum but it was the first round. And it wasn’t even his precum lubricating the walls, it was something else.
At that time, Michael grinned at him and asked,
"Can you feel it now? You had nothing to worry about."
Whatever that meant, Noah did not think too much about it and kept thrusting. But now he got it.
Michael’s hole could lubricate itself to avoid the walls from tearing. Ah, how convenient.
He kissed Michael’s head and then he felt like he had taken out all the semen, as well as rinsed his insides with the water they were submerged in.
It was time to take a bath.
He reached for the soap at the side and then began by scrubbing Michael’s hair.
Just how did they get semen on his hair?
It was so bizarre.
But Noah did not think too much and just kept at it.
After scrubbing Michael down, he did the same for himself and then flushed out the water.
He got out of the tub and carried Michael to the shower to rinse their bodies properly.
He wished they could stay in the bathtub a bit longer, but the longer they stayed inside, the colder the water became, and then Michael might end up catching a cold.
After getting rained down on by the hot shower with just the right temperature, not enough to scald and not enough to wake Michael, even, Noah took out two robes while taking Michael to the bed.
The air was purer now and no longer musky with their semen.
He wore Michael a robe to keep him warm, dried his hair, and then kissed his cheek.
He was completely clean now.
He also wore a robe and then stared at himself in the mirror.
He looked in shape.
All that was left was to sleep next to Michael with his fulfilled heart.
But then, as if waiting for this very moment, someone knocked on the door.
Noah wondered who it was and wondered why, in fact. It was still so early.
He went to open the door and found his little girl crying at the door.
"Daddy," she called, stretching her arms and he quickly carried her, startled by her tears.
"What’s the matter, sweetheart?" He asked and then found the other two standing behind.
They looked like they had just unwillingly woken up from sleep.
(And yes, they do sleep on the same bed when they need to look after Olivia together but it feels like it’s not just then, hmmm)
"I miss Daddy already." She wailed, hugging his neck and this touched Noah’s heart.
He was just in the next room but she might’ve been scared that he had suddenly disappeared after waking up to find out he was not by her side.
Her papa wasn’t by her side either.
"It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m right here," Noah said, patting her back. He looked up at the two and nodded, letting them go back.
He closed the door and carried her to the bed.
He was glad he had changed the sheets and purified the room so they would be able to sleep comfortably.
Olivia might’ve been uncomfortable with the way the air was after their sex.
"Your Papa’s sleeping so don’t make a lot of noise, okay?" Noah said to her. "Don’t cry anymore, okay, sweetheart? We’re right here."
Olivia nodded, snuggling between them.
She had stopped crying and was staring at the ceiling.
"Daddy," she called, and then turned her face to look at him with her puppy eyes. "I don’t want to go to school today. Let me stay with you today."
