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It was safe to say this was one of the most fancy bathrooms Maurycy had seen in a while. To be honest, this was the fanciest he’d seen in his entire life.
He stepped in barefoot; the cold tiles grounded him. The bathroom was lit by several lamps and an impressive candelabra. The warm glow of all the light sources around the bathtub made Bruno look like he was painted in sfumato.
Was all of this… for him?
Bruno reached out his hand in a welcoming gesture.
That probably meant yes.
“Come one, take it off,” encouraged Bruno and Maurycy slipped his button-up off his shoulders.
“I thought it’s all blurry without your glasses,” he wondered genuinely, approaching the bathtub, feeling more warmth from the hot, steamy water.
“It’s not that hard for me to see that you’re in your clothes once I saw how your body looks without them.”
Maurycy touched the edge of the porcelain-coated bathtub. Unlike Bruno, this was the first time he’d seen the other man completely naked — there were a lot of firsts today for him — even though he’d dropped down to his knees many times already for that man (and also had stolen a great deal of cocaine from the hospital’s supply).
“The water will spill out once I come inside,” Maurycy observed. Bruno took his hand. “Doesn’t matter. I have staff for that.”
Maurycy’s lips became a thin line as he went for it and carefully dipped his leg in warm, soapy, steamy and heavily scented water. Still nervous about the water overflowing, he sat down opposite Bruno. He didn’t know how to behave, so he pulled his knees up to his chin and embraced them.
On the contrary, Bruno was very relaxed. He leaned back, arms resting on the edge of the tub, tiny drops of water falling off his fingers, which were tapping on the tiles. The tub was way too small for him to stretch his whole body, so he had to pull up his legs a bit.
“This was more for you than it was for me,” Bruno said, looking up at the other man. “I figured you might want to relax for a bit after the whole night.”
“Well, thank you.” The smell was overwhelming, and Maurycy could feel his cheeks turning red. “I do feel a bit tired. I never partied for twelve hours straight,” he chuckled. “I also never used cocaine like that….”
“A thrilling evening for you.” Bruno’s foot touched him underwater. “I hope we spend more fun evenings together in the future.” Maurycy bit the corner of his lips; he didn’t know what to say to that, but he also hoped the same.
Bruno shifted, and the water shifted as well with his movement. A little bit spilt on the floor. “I have to thank you for showing me so many wonderful places in this city. Before you, it wasn’t my favourite, to be honest.”
Maurycy straightened up.
“It is on you that you’ve lived here for five years and never found out about clubs for men like us.”
Bruno scoffed; he liked when Maurycy would get all defensive. “Vienna is better anyway. But I’ve always been a fan of local folklore, so I’m glad I got to explore a bit.”
Maurycy finally started to relax and unbent his legs. He leaned back, feeling the tub’s porcelain coating on his back. His feet were up Bruno’s thighs now.
“You are very strong; I admire that.” Bruno placed his hand on the other man’s leg underwater. “Your reward will taste even better than before.” He started drawing circles with his thumb against Maurycy’s shin.
“Thank you so much…” Maurycy said weakly. “But I feel like I can’t take it anymore…” He looked away, and a lit candle caught his attention. “I want you so much I feel like I’m gonna die.”
Bruno chuckled, and his palms went upward Maurycy’s legs. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck you. I just need to make it special for you.” Maurycy’s head turned towards him again. He looked all dopey.
“Thank you so much.”
Bruno’s hands continued going upwards and he tilted Maurycy’s chin up and kissed him, brushing strands of hair away from his face. “No matter what we do, you’ll always belong to me.” Maurycy’s eyes screamed all the words of affirmation in response. They stared at each other in silence for a couple of seconds until Bruno realised he really needed to smoke.
“I could go to your room and bring you your tobacco,” Maurycy offered, shifting in the tub already. Bruno, with a hand movement, told him to stay and reached somewhere in the back. He retrieved a bell pull hanging from a wall that Maurycy hadn't seen before.
“I do have staff for that.” He pulled the cord.
Maurycy slowly blinked. “They’re gonna come inside the bathroom?” When Bruno nodded, he again started to get up. “I have to leave. We cannot be seen like this.”
He stood up, and a knock resounded.
“Master?”
In German, Bruno asked for his cigarette case to be retrieved from his coat downstairs. He glanced over at his partner.
“What a beauty you are, darling.” Bruno leaned back and rested his head on his hand, devouring the other man with his stare. “In this light, you remind me of a Pre-Raphaelite painting.”
“Whose painting?” Maurycy asked, looking down at him. “I need to leave.”
The knock and the muffled “Master?” came back, and Maurycy instinctively wrapped his arms around his body.
“Sit down.” Bruno’s voice was demanding but calm. “Nothing is going to happen.”
Maurycy lowered down carefully, and warm water embraced him. He pulled up his knees again, trying to take up as little space as possible. The servant came inside, and she was holding a glass tray with Bruno’s cigarette case, a lighter and an ashtray. She approached the bathtub, and Bruno leaned over to grab his things: he lit up the cigarette and gestured towards the bathroom counter, silently instructing her to leave the tray there. He thanked her and told her to leave, and she did so.
Maurycy realised he’d been holding his breath the entire time. She didn’t even look once in his direction. He exhaled loudly, and Bruno laughed.
“I told you nothing would happen.” He inhaled the cigarette and placed the ashtray nearby. He took off his rings and tossed them inside carelessly. Maurycy rested his head on his knees, looking away. Bruno observed him, smoking; he looked helpless and soft. He would’ve never thought he was capable of half of the things he saw him doing. Sex excluded (murder included).
“You are safe with me,” Bruno said, flicking off ash from the cigarette. “You are safe in this house.”
“I know.” Maurycy lifted his head. “I trust you. You are just completely throwing me into new situations, and I don’t know how to act.”
“I will tell you how to act, '' Bruno assured him, reaching towards him. Maurycy took the cigarette and inhaled as well. “I will tell you everything.”
They exchanged the cigarette a couple of times until Bruno threw the butt into the ashtray. “Come to me”, he encouraged, and without hesitation, Maurycy changed his position in the tub. He collapsed into Bruno’s chest, feeling completely trapped between his arms and legs. His body was still sore and bruised after this night’s escapade, so he needed a while to calm down.
Maurycy took a deep breath and exhaled after a couple of seconds. His heart was rumbling in his ears. Bruno embraced him, and he felt his heaviness and warmth on his back; his beard nuzzled his neck when Bruno lowered down to bite down his ear.
“Mein Augenstern,” he whispered and crossed his arms on Maurycy’s chest, essentially trapping him in his embrace. “You don’t even realise how much I appreciate what you do for me.” Maurycy gulped, trying to calm himself down again. Sudden touch and multiple sensations overwhelmed him, so he tried to find comfort in the other man’s body. He tilted his head back and rested against Bruno’s shoulder. Maurycy exhaled, not realising he'd been holding his breath for a couple of seconds.
“Yes, calm down,” Bruno whispered, nuzzling Maurycy’s hair with his nose. “It’s all right now. You are allowed to be tired after today.” Maurycy took a few deeper inhales as Bruno started kissing his temples softly. The sound of his heart got quieter and more steady. He stretched his legs, and the water felt good. Maurycy cleared his throat.
“Could I cum now, Bruno?”
Bruno chuckled; yes, he deserved it now.
Maurycy fully relaxed his body, sinking deeper into the other man’s body. He could feel Bruno’s growing erection on the small of his back.
“Can you… make me come?” Maurycy squeezed his arm that still stretched across his chest like a belt.
“Oh, darling, you know I can’t do that. It’s not yet time for me to touch you.” Bruno’s voice lowered to something more similar to a purr. It resonated in Maurycy’s mind.
“Please,” he said weakly, “I’ll go insane without your touch.”
“I know, Mein Augenstern.” That was the point. Maurycy moaned as the other man started kissing his neck. He found his favourite spot - the corner of his lover’s jaw, just below the earlobe - and drew a circle with the tip of his tongue. This resulted in Mauryc’s low murmur and a sudden movement — his hands jolted up, and water splashed and spilt outside the bathtub. Bruno uncrossed his arms and placed them lower, underwater, on Maurycy’s tummy.
“So wiggly today,” Bruno observed, whispering directly into his lover’s ear. “You’re not that wiggly with other men. Is it just for me?” he asked innocently. Maurycy lost the capability of forming a coherent sentence, so he just babbled something out, but the reply was satisfactory for Bruno. His fingers were tracing and caressing the skin on Maurycy’s belly, his eyes observing violent responses to his touch on his lover’s body — it was hot, tense, and his knuckles were nearly as white as the porcelain tub that he was holding onto. “Remember to breathe.”
Bruno was inside his mind. Everything was hot and steamy and overwhelming again, and the only sensation that was available to him was Bruno’s big body next to — above — his. He felt like he was going to die but in a good way. He waited the entire day for this moment literally, but the tension in his body (the tension in his loins) made him feel like he had been waiting for thousand years. He enjoyed sex with other men, with Bruno watching (inspecting), but there was no one who made him like this.
He said that out loud — or at least tried to — and it made Bruno laugh, but that laugh was very throaty and full of bare, shiny teeth.
“You see, that’s why we have to wait,” he explained, face glued to the back of Maurycy’s head, inhaling all of his scent. “I’m worried you wouldn’t enjoy it properly otherwise.” His fingers were really close to Maurycy’s painfully erect cock, but it was clear he was doing everything to avoid touching it. Maurycy was in delightful, overwhelming pain because of that. He felt feverish, but it was just the water’s fault. “Tell me something about today, darling.”
Maurycy whined again, trying to move his body in a direction that would bring relief to his cock, but he only made the water move and splash outside more. Some of the drops landed on his chest.
“Do you feel satisfied? Did it feel good?”
Maurycy nodded, eyes squeezed shut. Bruno tilted his head, and his voice sounded demanding now. “Answer me properly.”
“It…felt really good, but I want only you.” Maurycy exhaled slowly. “I want only you to touch me and fuck me and kiss me.”
Bruno pulled him even closer to his body. Both of their cocks were hard already, but only Maurycy couldn’t contain it.
“Did you think about me when they were fucking you?” Bruno slid his fingers across his partner’s chest, focusing now on all the love bites and hickeys Maurycy’s two partners left on him. Bruno specifically asked them to do that, to make themselves visible on his lover’s body.
“I… I like when you watch.” Maurycy turned his head, looking for Bruno’s lips. “Please kiss me.”
“I like watching,” Bruno responded, ignoring the other’s efforts; instead, he circled over Maurycy’s nipples. “I like to see close up front how ruined your beautiful face looks.” Bruno's thumbs pushed down on another man’s nipples. The whine was a perfect response, so he continued to rub them. “You were drooling and tearing up, and your face was so red. Completely ruined.” Maurycy’s heavy breaths carried on. Bruno stopped abruptly and dipped his fingertips in water to give a different sensation to his lover. Maurycy’s moan was loud and clear and could probably be heard in the entire suite.
“That’s why one day I want to fuck you in front of the mirror — to see your face like that,” Bruno again purred into the back of his lover’s neck, placing a kiss there. Maurycy wasn’t shutting up, constantly making little sounds. His hands, gripping onto the edge of the tub, became completely dry; his fingernails scratched the coating of the tub.
Bruno’s teeth picked on a bit of the tender skin of Maurycy’s neck, so he bit it. The bite corresponded with a pinch on another man’s nipples, and he gasped.
“Please, I’m so close. Can I cum now, Bruno? Please…” He finally moved his arms and tried to touch Bruno’s hands. He caught them and tried to guide them below the water line where his painful erection was. This time Bruno allowed it, but he brushed over the man’s inner thighs and instead reached for his testicles. His other hand went upwards, and at the same moment, he covered Maurycy’s mouth with a fist. That stopped the incoming moan, as Bruno squeezed his balls lightly — but the pressure changed after a couple of seconds.
Bruno relaxed his fist and noticed bite marks on his knuckles. Using his first and middle fingers, he forced them inside Maurycy’s mouth; the man started sucking on them. Bruno carried on the groping of his lover’s balls and could feel how his body started to get all tense again. The sucking noise was Bruno’s favourite, so he said that to the other man. Maurycy pulled back and a string of saliva dripped on his chin.
“Can I please cum now?” he repeated. Bruno sighed.
“Yes.”
Maurycy threw his head back on Bruno’s shoulder and started panting. To keep him quiet, Bruno inserted his thumb in his mouth, his other hand still groping his crotch. Maurycy started moving his hips, feeling the movement of water on his pelvis and hitting his cock and Bruno’s penis on the small of his back. Pre-cum started dripping out into the bathwater. Bruno pulled out his thumb and smeared the saliva on Maurycy’s mouth.
“Can you feel how hard I am because of you?” he whispered into his ear, and Maurycy nodded, trying to shift himself in position to grind on another man’s cock. Maurycy’s answer was convoluted with his pants and moans but was positive.
“Yes, I can feel it. Yes, I need more of it, Bruno.”
Bruno again started focusing on his partner’s neck and jaw, covering it with his tongue and kisses and bites. He rubbed Maurycy’s balls, and another wave of water hit their pelvises, and Maurycy came with a loud groan.
”Use your hands now.” Bruno said dryly, and Maurycy eagerly clasped his cock in both of his hands and stroked down. He kept on moaning, repeating Bruno’s name and some pleases and thank-yous while finishing himself off into the water.
“You look pathetic,” Bruno observed, letting him go out of his embrace and touch. “Who did this to you?”
Without support, Maurycy started slipping into the water, so he desperately tried to cling to the edge of the tub again. His strokes became slower, and finally, he relaxed, stretching out his whole body, feeling at peace. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes. Bruno stood up instead and left the tub, jumping straight into a puddle of soapy water that surrounded the tub. He looked around to find his bathrobe, which he grabbed.
He glanced over to Maurycy, still floating in the bathtub with an absent-minded smile on his lips. Bruno was still hard and found himself slowly stroking his cock. He wondered what to do now.
Maurycy opened his eyes and slowly shifted, assuming Bruno's initial position by the end of the tub.
“Thank you,” he said sweetly with a blush on his cheeks and clouds in his eyes. “Do you want to take cocaine now, maybe?” Maurycy leaned against the edge of the tub, intertwined his fingers and rested his chin on them.
Bruno walked over to his beautiful, messy lover, and his cock was at Maurycy’s eye level. Bruno looked down at him and raised his eyebrows to rush him. Maurycy tilted his chin up, staring deeply into his lover’s eyes, and embraced his cock with his hand. Bruno calmly reached over to the ashtray, pulled out his rings and started putting them onto his fingers. Maurycy kept stroking his cock eagerly with a wide smile on his face. Once Bruno’s fingers were covered in his heirloom jewels, he sighed and grabbed Mauryc’s hair and ordered to open his mouth widely. Maurycy obeyed.
Bruno pulled him by the hair towards his penis and started fucking his face. Maurycy, delighted to help, started fondling his balls, and Bruno moaned.
Then he slowed down. “Finish me off,” he grunted, and Maurycy held onto his thighs, digging his nails into his skin and buttocks. Bruno once again reached for the tray. This time he took a cigarette out and a lighter. He inhaled it and sighed out a cloud of smoke, overwhelmed by his lover’s tongue wrapping around the head of his cock. Maurycy slowly started taking his whole dick until he tasted precum. Bruno’s grip on his partner’s hair tightened, and he moaned loudly and coarsely as he cummed inside his mouth.
Maurycy waited for Bruno to pull out, having been taught by him to never do that himself. The drops of cum and saliva dripped down the bathtub. Bruno released his lover.
“Thank you,” Maurycy rubbed the skin on his thighs lovingly. “I am a bit tired now,” he said, eyes still clouded and face still flushed. Bruno lowered down onto a decorative chair nearby. He took a few breaths, trying to compose himself.
“Ash is falling on the floor,” Maurycy observed. “Can we go to the bedroom now?”
Bruno placed his cigarette onto the ashtray and located his glasses. Much better now. He helped Maurycy to get out of the tub to avoid puddles of soapy - now cold - water and ash. He pointed towards a silk bathrobe prepared specifically for him, and Maurycy was, again, surprised, but not as much as before. He would have to get used to living with a rich man (as Bruno said, putting the bathrobe on his shoulders). Maurycy’s shaky walk led him into the room next door, which was Bruno’s master bedroom.
Bruno, before following him, picked up the tray and his unfinished cigarette and glanced over the whole bathroom scene. A couple of candles burned out, and the wax started spilling onto the floor. He reached out for the cord connected to the service bell. This will take them a couple of minutes to clean up.
Bruno left the bathroom.