Twisted 16

 

Elton ecstatic screaming runs from the bathroom and jubilantly jumps on the bed, and kisses over his Baby’s back, and Marshall relaxes now knowing he must not be upset about several dark reddish maroon marks on his neck.

 

“IF you don’t calm down! . . . You’re going to have aneurysm or something.” Marshall playfully says, struggling to roll over on his back with Elton straddling him.

 

“I Have Hickeys!” Elton joyfully states, tilting his neck with pride.

 

“Sorry.” Marshall apologetically says with a small laugh at Elton’s proud expression.

 

“Do you know how long it’s been?” Elton joyfully asks, jubilantly getting up, so his Baby can get up.

 

“No . . . but you gonna tell me?” Marshall says with a laugh, rolling back over on his stomach.

 

“Well I’m not.” Elton playfully says, placing playful kisses on his muscular back.

 

“Come On! The water is ready.” Elton cheerful says, grabbing his Baby’s wrist and pulling him out of the bed, practically dragging him to the bathroom.

 

“Bubbles?” Marshall states in surprise, standing looking down at the large bathtub.

 

“Yeah! What’s wrong with bubbles?” Elton says, as he is lighting several candles around the large bathtub.

 

“Well . . . nothing if you’re seven.” Marshall says, thinking about Hailie and the mess she makes in her bathroom when she goes a little bubble crazy.

 

“Baby relax . . . these are good bubbles they’re not gonna hurt you.” Elton says in a soothing tone, stepping down into the tub and scooping some up in one hand and placing them on his Baby’s cock, that twitches as he holds out his other hand for his Baby to take, loving the almost scared expression on his face.

 

Marshall reluctantly gets in the tub and Elton sits down and quickly pulls him down between his legs his Baby’s back against his chest, and wraps his legs around his waist

 

“How can I take a bath if I can’t move?” Marshall nervously comments, as Elton kisses his neck.

 

“We have to soak first.” Elton says, tightening his legs around his Baby’s waist, thinking to himself that maybe his Baby has never taken a romantic bubble bath before.

 

“What’s that smell?” Marshall quickly asks scrunching up his nose, trying to sit up.

 

“Lavender . . . it’s to help you relax.” Elton softly explains taking a bath sponge in his hand and dipping it into the warm water.

 

“I don’t need to be any more relaxed.” Marshall says now sitting up and looking back at Elton.

 

“Sure you do.” Elton seductively says squeezing the sponge over his Baby’s chest and him squirming from the warm sensation.

 

“I’m Gonna Smell Like Flowers.” Marshall states in protest, as Elton again dips the sponge and rubs it across his Baby’s shoulder and arm.

 

Sooo . . .” Elton nonchalantly comments, continuing to bath his Baby that’s now kinda of sitting side ways between his legs.

 

“It’s so . . .” Marshall defensively states, but suddenly stops.

 

“Gay” Elton says with a smirk, knowing that was what his Baby was going to say, as Marshall nervously moves to the other side.

 

“NO! . . . . womanly.” Marshall nervously tries to defensively state.

 

“Womanly was not the word you were gonna use.” Elton sinisterly whispers as he moving directly in front of him.

 

“Yes it was.” Marshall tries to defensively state as Elton begins to stroke his cock.

 

Mmmmmu . . .  I’ll let you win this one.” Elton wickedly moans loving how quickly his Baby’s cock is coming to life in his hand.

 

“I did win.” Marshall defensively whispers and then removes Elton’s hand from his sentive cock.

 

“You’re trying to kill me aren’t you?”  Marshall nervously asks, trying to move to the other side of the large tub.

 

“Possibility if you don’t relax.” Elton says with a laugh, pulling him back into his arms and wrapping his legs around his hips again.

 

“I’m relaxed.” Marshall nervously comments.

 

“Sure you are.” Elton sarcastically comments, as his hands roam over his Baby’s muscular chest.

 

“Try a little harder.” Elton seductively whispers in his ear, as he hands continue to roam.

 

Several quite moments go by with Elton using his hands to slightly splash the warm water over his Baby’s body, and him slowly relaxing in his arms, leaning his head against his chest.

 

Elton slowly takes his Baby’s right hand between his in a praying hold, and gets lost in thinking how talented it is.

 

“What are you doing?” Marshall curiously asks, after several minutes of Elton holding their hands out in front of them.

 

“Looking at talent.” Elton sincerely says placing a kiss on his temple.

 

“I’m left handed.” Marshall jokily says, quickly placing his left hand over Elton’s, trying to ignore his heart beating strongly, at the caring words Elton just said, no one every admitting he has talent.

 

“I know that.” Elton comments with a laugh, and then places a gently kiss on his temple.

 

Soooooo . . .  how many does this thing hold.” Marshall curiously asks, kinda of floating to the other side of the large tub.

 

“Eight.” Elton says smiling following him to the other side.

 

“Eight! Why does a person need a tub for eight people?” Marshall comments, starting to move again and Elton straddling him.

 

“Starting to wonder the same thing.” Elton wickedly comments, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

 

“Uh?” Marshall confused, slipping further down in the tub resting his head against the edge.

 

“Cause you won’t be still!” Elton comments with a laugh, positioning himself over his Baby’s cock.

 

“You’re . . . . the one . . . . . . . mov . . . ing.” Marshall struggles to comment, as his cock is slipping into tightness, and Elton wraps his arms around his neck.

 

“Baby you feel so good inside me.” Elton moans getting lost in lustful blue eyes, as he places a simply kiss on his lips.

 

Both their breathing becomes erratic and Marshal tightness his hold on Elton’s hips in desperation to control his movement, but Elton in totally control lets his Baby’s cock slid almost out, before slowly sliding back down.

 

The feel of his Baby’s cock buried deep within him so unreal, their mouths connect in passion, their tongues battle for control as Elton’s sets the slow rhythm.

 

The water splashes as Elton’s rhythm intensives, their breathing strained as they both fall into ecstasy together, as their arms tightly hold onto the other’s body.

 

“We need to get out.” Marshall moans after several long moments of tightly holding Elton and their breathing returns to normal.

 

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