The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 123: The Gentle Cleansing
Ethan Caldwell gazed down at the messy battlefield scattered across the floor. Beneath them lay a chaotic mixture of their combined fluids, semen, sweat, and various secretions, all blended into a murky puddle that spoke of their unbridled passion. Even the surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror was marred by streaks of Julian Sterling’s essence and their shared intimacy. The entire scene appeared somewhat out of control, a testament to the sheer intensity of the encounter they had just survived.
He lowered his gaze once more to the person cradled in his arms. Julian had completely succumbed to exhaustion, drifting into a deep faint brought on by the overwhelming, bone-dry orgasms that had been wrung out of his body. His head rested heavily against Ethan’s broad chest, his breathing still coming in short, ragged gasps as if his lungs were struggling to find their rhythm again. Julian’s skin was drenched in a sheen of perspiration, causing fine strands of hair to cling stubbornly to his pale temples.
Ethan leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss onto Julian’s forehead. This kiss was devoid of any lingering sexual hunger. It was a gesture of pure, unadulterated devotion, a tender indulgence reserved solely for the special person who held his heart.
"Alright, let us get you washed up. You are as messy as a little calico cat. How on earth do you expect to sleep like this?" Ethan murmured softly under his breath. With effortless strength, he hoisted Julian up into a bridal carry, heading toward the en-suite bathroom. Although Julian had fainted, it had been more of a momentary lapse in consciousness than a total blackout. By now, he had recovered just enough to hear the man’s low-pitched grumbling. However, he simply lacked the energy to offer any form of verbal retort.
Julian let out a series of low, whimpering moans, sounding very much like a distressed kitten, before instinctively wrapping his arms around the man’s neck to find a point of stability. His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, refusing to budge no matter how much he might have wanted to peek. He decided to let go of everything, placing his entire existence into the hands of the man carrying him. Deep down, Julian thought to himself that this sweet nightmare had finally reached its conclusion. At this moment, all Julian truly desired was to sink into a dreamless sleep, free from any further disturbances and, most importantly, free from having to accommodate that scorching heat between his thighs.
The bathroom of their residence was exceptionally spacious, featuring a large designer bathtub equipped with a high-end massage system. Ethan carefully sat Julian down on the closed lid of the toilet before turning away to start the water. Julian remained there, slumped and leaning precariously against the tiled wall, his lips moving as he muttered something incoherent. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Ethan could not quite catch the words, but he would have bet nine to ten that the boy was currently cursing his very soul.
As the hot water cascaded into the tub, thick plumes of steam began to rise, slowly blurring the reflection in the bathroom mirror. The rhythmic sound of rushing water combined with the rising temperature created a hazy, ethereal, and warm sanctuary.
Once the bathtub was filled to about two-thirds of its capacity, Ethan shut off the faucet and returned to Julian. He lifted the limp body and gently lowered him into the embrace of the warm water.
"Mmm..."
Julian let out a pampered, soft cry, his entire frame relaxing the instant the warmth enveloped his aching limbs. Every single pore on his body seemed to expand, and the muscles that had been pulled taut and strained by their excessive physical exertion finally began to soothe. Julian leaned his head back against the rim of the tub, his eyes fluttering but never quite opening, silently savoring this moment of profound relaxation. Despite the fact that he couldn’t remember how many times he had called Ethan a beast in his head over the last few hours, he had to admit that Ethan Caldwell was a remarkably good husband. A beast he might be, but he possessed incredible skills in the bedroom and still knew exactly how to care for his partner once they were out of it.
It was, perhaps, an acceptable trade-off.
Ethan then stepped into the bath himself, seating himself directly behind Julian. The older man pulled Julian back so that he was resting entirely against his expansive, sturdy chest. Taking a soft washcloth soaked in warm water, Ethan began to meticulously clean every inch of Julian’s skin. He started from the neck and shoulders, moving down to the reddened, swollen peaks of Julian’s chest that had been teased far too much, before gliding down toward the stomach. Ethan’s movements were incredibly gentle and deliberate, causing the last vestiges of Julian’s internal defenses to melt away completely.
"Mm... Husband..." Julian murmured, his voice thick with the nasal quality of someone drifting on the edge of sleep. He rubbed his head against the crook of the man’s shoulder in a needy, affectionate display.
"Yes, be good. Your husband loves you the most." Ethan chuckled softly. He pressed a light kiss to the shell of Julian’s ear, followed by another on the smooth curve of his shoulder. It was then that Ethan’s hand began to slide further down, skimming over the sensitive skin of the inner thighs.
"Be a good boy and let me clean you out properly. Right now, you are filled with my marks. If we do not get it all out, you will have a stomachache tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Julian gave a sudden, involuntary jolt. But before he could even think to protest, Ethan’s hand had already reached the tender, swollen entrance of his heat.
"Ah... it hurts..." Julian recoiled, his legs instinctively trying to snap shut. His lower body had just endured a tempestuous storm of passion, and now, even the slightest touch felt like a searing, stinging sensation.
"Hush now, just relax for me." Ethan said, his grip on Julian’s waist tightening to ensure he couldn’t retreat: "I am only cleaning you, I won’t do anything else. If you stay this tense, how am I supposed to get my seed out of you? What, do you intend to keep your husband’s essence inside you all night?"
The man’s voice was deep, warm, and utterly persuasive. He spoke with such conviction, as if he were performing a task of the utmost righteousness. Julian bit his lip, hesitating for a long moment before finally forcing his thigh muscles to slacken, allowing Ethan to part his legs.
Ethan’s index finger coaxed its way inside, accompanied by a trickle of warm bathwater that slowly flooded the narrow opening.
"Mmm... hic..." Julian let out a small sob-like hiccup, moaning softly. The sensation of the foreign intrusion no longer brought the sharp, electric sparks of pleasure from before. Instead, it was a mix of numbness and a dull, aching soreness. The internal walls were swollen and hot, pulsing and clamping down on the man’s finger as a natural reflex.
"Come now, darling, try to relax a little more." Ethan’s other hand dipped beneath the water’s surface, giving a light, playful smack to Julian’s buttock. The sound of the impact against the water created a rather pleasant splashing noise: "If you bite down this hard, how am I supposed to help you? You’re going to break your husband’s finger if you keep squeezing like this."
Break your head!
Julian cursed him silently in his mind, though he still did his absolute best to go limp and let the man finish his work.
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