Chapter 177: New Clothes
He washed in slow, tender movements—over Riven’s collarbones, down his arms, over the curve of his back.
His fingers brushed through Riven’s hair next, combing out the tangles with water and patience, each stroke quiet and comforting.
"Say something," Soren murmured, breaking the silence. Since he was awake, he might as well speak.
"Nah, I’m enjoying this treatment from you." Riven smiled cheekily as ever.
Soren was relieved that Riven still remained spirited, he thought he had gone too far, but he seemed fine.
He lifted a small wooden bowl of clean water and poured it slowly over Riven’s hair, watching it flow down his shoulders and ripple through the bath. Riven’s lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering shut again. The tension in his muscles slowly began to melt.
He took one look at Soren and muttered, "Won’t you get hard again if you go on like this? I am not ready for round 2." Riven shook his head vigorously on purpose. The water droplets scattered, and some of them fell on Soren.
"I have ways to deal with it, you don’t have to worry about it." He pinched Riven’s nose before wiping off the water on his face.
"Eh, but why do you have to deal with it alone when I’m here? It is my purpose in life!" Riven declared proudly. For what was he living for if not to seduce and capture hot men?
Annoyed, Soren flicked Riven’s forehead hard. "You’re worth more to me than that. Stop talking about yourself like you’re a sex worker."
I mean... I basically am, but okay. Riven thought not to voice out his thoughts.