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The warm water flowed from the spout into the spacious bath. Uncle stood before it, stripped down to the nude. The cold air hitting his skin caused goosebumps to cover his arm, and he slowly lowered himself into the steaming basin, water sloshing against his beer belly. He barely had any time to soak before the handle on the door began to twist and unlock. He hopped out the bath, dripping wet, rushing to close the door, but to no avail. He was too late. In walked the two siblings who were like family to him, though with no relation; Tohru Adachi and Joanne Rowling. Dejectedly, he flopped back into the tub as Joanne took a seat in front of the mirror and Adachi began to undress. Uncle thought nothing of it, his eyes closed as Adachi and Joanne chatted absent-mindedly about what was probably gossip, or their hatred for transgender people.
Unexpectedly though, Uncle’s peaceful bath was rudely interrupted by a sudden weight on his lap (in particular his crotch, sending a heat to his gut that he didn't yet want to address). The water splashed against the side of the porcelain bath as Uncle’s eyes flew open, to Adachi before him. Adachi scratched the back of his neck, giggling.
“Sorry, Uncle,” He giggled, shifting his weight away from Uncle’s crotch. That’s when he felt two wrinkled, calloused hands grip his skinny waist and drag him back, seeking the friction. “Uncle…” his breath hitched in his throat as he tried to shuffle away. Joanne took no notice, wittering to herself as Uncle’s erection grew under Adachi’s weight. The old man held back a moan as he grinded the skinny boy’s ass against his crotch. Joanne took her leave then, still clueless as to the fiasco happening in the bath beside her.
Uncle seized his opportunity now, hoisting Adachi up by his hips and bending him over the side of the bath. Two saturated, thick digits entered the younger man’s hole, a singe of pain but a promise of pleasure firing up his entrance like electricity. Uncle built up a rhythm quickly, dragging his fingers in and out of the wet heat. Before long, Adachi was stretched enough for a third finger to be pushed in, vaguely grazing his prostate and making him buck his hips violently. Uncle’s free hand, which had earlier rested on Adachi’s hip, found it’s way to the round plane of his ass. Taking a risk, Uncle drew that same hand back and slapped gently, watching the ripples of the flesh. Adachi’s mouth spilled an impossible-to-hide whine as the pain surged through his body.
Groans filled the bathroom as Uncle removed his fingers from Adachi’s hole. Adachi whimpered at the loss, but bent his head to sneak a peek at Uncle’s cock. He gasped at the length and thick veins that travelled from the base to the tip.
“You’re circumcised…?” He huffed through laboured breaths, chest heaving. Uncle chuckled breathlessly, lining up his penis with Adachi’s entrance, and ramming in harshly. Adachi near screamed, which was met by Uncle’s hand slithering around to cover his mouth. If Joanne heard, they’d be in deep shit. Uncle thrusted in and out of his tight, virgin asshole, maintaining a harsh pace. Adachi drooled around the balding man’s sweaty palm, trying his utmost hardest to hold back the merciless stream of grunts and mewls.
Uncle’s rhythm began to falter as he neared his climax, and Adachi reached down to take ahold of his own dick. His hand was quickly swiped away though, and replaced by Uncle’s, which jerked him roughly and yet somehow still in time with his choppy pace. Before Adachi even knew it, he was spilling into Uncle’s hand, his sperm falling into the water, even partly up the wall. Uncle continued to yank the boy through his orgasm mindlessly, and forgot to pull out as he came in time with the man below him, ejaculating inside. Uncle caved over Adachi’s body, and leaned on the wall for support.
“My lumbago!” He yelped, voice raspy and used, as a sharp pain shot through his back which he reached behind to soothe.
Adachi smiled lopsidedly in his post-orgasmic haze, as he breathed a sincere question, one that tugged at Uncle’s heartstrings.
“Uncle… do you love me?”
Uncle hesitated before croakily responding.
“You’re my little fuck you bottom, that’s what you are.”
A silent kiss was placed on the nape of Adachi’s neck as Uncle pulled out and fled to his bedroom, satisfied.