Good, Clean Fun

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: groping, hickeys/biting, cis/trans, angel/demon

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“Please, I want more, Justice.”

“I can’t.”

“I want it, please, please, do more.”

“I already said no.” Justice capped the bottle of bubble bath liquid and put it back in the basket under the shower head. “If I add any more, it’ll flood the whole bathroom.”

Pride grumbled. He put his cheek on his fist, arm propped up on the edge of the tub. Hot water rushed from the faucet, clouds of steam and white bubbles appearing in its wake, but it didn’t matter. There weren’t nearly enough to make it fun.

“When the bath is full,” Justice said, “there will be plenty of bubbles, I promise.”

“Whatever you say,” he sighed.

As an apology, Justice kissed the top of his head. Pride accepted it, if only because he was looking forward to the bath in general. There was never an excuse not to take a bath with Justice—even a startling lack of bubbles.

When the water was a few inches below the rim, Justice turned the faucet off. The cloud of bubbles expanded, sitting high above the water level. It wasn’t the avalanche Pride wanted, but it would suffice. He stood up, shook his hair out of his ponytail, and stripped his clothes off.

“Wait, wait,” Justice said. “I haven’t checked the temperature yet.”

“So?” Pride asked.

He stepped into the tub before he got a response. The water burned delightfully hot, soft bubbles caressing his shins.

“See? It’s fine,” he said. He sank down, letting the heat envelop him up to his chest.

Skeptical, Justice splashed the water with his fingers. “Yah!” he hissed. “How do you stand this?”

“Hell is way worse than a hot bath, J.”

“But you didn’t like it. Did you?”

“Eh.” He scooped up an armful of bubbles, slathering himself in them. “You get used to it.”

Justice looked concerned, but didn’t push the subject. He stripped down too, then flipped his hair upside-down. Bent over, he undid his half-bun, and bundled all his locs back up into a messy bun instead, securing it with a shower cap. Pride scooted over to make room as he stepped into the tub. He hissed as soon as his foot hit the water, face screwed up in discomfort.

“Just sit down and get it over with,” Pride suggested.

“That sounds terrible,” Justice said.

He did it anyway, hitting the water with a plunk. Tiny waves lapped at the rim of the tub, threatening to spill over. Pride floated back into his lap.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?” he said.

“Sure,” Justice said, strained.

Pride snickered, stretching his legs out to relax. The much taller Justice had to bend his knees to fit, sinking down into the water to hug Pride against his chest. Steam fogged the air, hot water turning his bones to jelly. Bubbles popped softly, creating a gentle static. He sighed with all the air in his lungs.

“This is nice,” he mumbled.

“Mhm,” Justice agreed, squeezing him.

Pride closed his eyes and melted, hot water enveloping him like a second hug. Bathing was something he had to get used to, after millennia of never needing it and not even knowing what counted as “dirty.” It was weird and uncomfortable, but after being forced to make it a routine, he sort of liked it. He still thought it was weird, and much preferred the days before he knew what a shower was, but he didn’t avoid it anymore. Especially if it gave him an excuse to be with Justice. Especially-especially if he got to take a bubble bath with Justice.

“Hey,” Pride said, twisting around in his arms. “Check this out.”

He scooped up another armful of bubbles and slathered it all over Justice. From his collar, up his neck, and even on his face. Justice laughed, pretending to shoo him away.

“Don’t get it in my mouth!” he protested, trying to swipe his face clean.

“I’m not!” Pride slathered his cheeks with more.

Justice retaliated, scooping up a handful of bubbles and blowing it into his face. Pride sputtered, swiping at the attacking cloud, only to be faced with another. Scooping like the wind, Justice blew an army of froth, bubbles bursting on the way. Pride smacked one out of the air, and used the opening to pounce, smothering him with even more suds.

“Nooooo!” Justice wailed, bubbles dripping off his face. “I’ve been defeated.”

“Serves you right,” Pride told him.

“For what?”

“For not adding more bubbles.”

“Bubbles for you to attack me with?”

“Exactly.”

He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his smile. Pride sank back down, snuggling into the curve of his shoulder. Justice wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. Warm tingles rushed through his mind and body alike, not just from the water.

Pride would take any opportunity to touch or be touched by Justice, even the simplest things. Sitting on his lap instead of the couch, grabbing his arm at the store, even starting a bubble fight. He was almost embarrassed about how often he wanted it, how a single brush of skin brought him immediate comfort. Almost.

He gazed up at Justice, drinking him in while he relaxed. He slouched against the back of the tub, eyes closed. Sweat beaded on his brow and upper lip, sliding across the round curves of his face. Pride wandered his hands up to his chest. Submerged in the hot water, his pecs were soft and pliant under his fingers. Mouth watering a tad, Pride gave them the lightest squeeze.

“Pride,” Justice mumbled, opening one eye, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he said. He squeezed again.

“Pretty sure you’re doing something.”

“Well, it’s not my fault you’re all naked and sexy and have amazing tits.”

Justice burst out laughing so hard he made the bath water slosh. “I have what?”

“You know, your big hunky man-tits.”

He did not stop laughing. Pride found himself joining in, abandoning his chest to hug around his neck. Justice hugged him back, giggling uncontrollably. They laughed together for minutes, spells of silence hitting before another round began. Pride snuggled as close to Justice as possible. It was so warm in his arms, in every sense of the word.

“Hey,” he said, trying to calm down. “Hey, shut up for a second.”

“Okay, okay,” Justice breathed. He had to stop and clear his throat. “Yes, what is it?”

“I said before this is better than Hell, obviously. But, uh.” Pride shifted against him. “Was Heaven… anything like this?”

Justice smiled, so softly. “No,” he said, reaching out to smooth his cheek. “This is better.”

His chest clenched. He sniffed a little, covering up his reaction with a smirk. “Because I said you have great tits?”

“Because I love you.” Justice pinched his cheek. “But sure, I guess that too.”

“I love you too.” Pride snuck a kiss. “And your tits.”

Justice barely had time to giggle before Pride kissed him again. He slid their mouths together, wet and warm from the sauna the bath had turned their bathroom into. Justice grunted softly, shifting in the water, and Pride groped his way down his body. From pinching his chest, to squeezing his waist, to raking his nails up his thighs, Pride touched him everywhere he could reach. Justice panted into his mouth, already cramped and spread wide to fit in the tub.

“I know you said this is better than Heaven already,” Pride murmured, kissing a line down his jaw, “but I can make it even better.”

In response, Justice moaned. He was going to take that as a yes.

Pride slid back up his thighs, took his cock in one hand, and started to stroke. Justice dropped his mouth, head hitting the edge of the tub with a dull thud. Accepting another unspoken invitation, Pride scraped his teeth over his neck, biting and sucking. Justice whined, melting under his touch.

The bubbles were mostly gone, but for once, Pride welcomed the lack. With the water clear, he could see his hand working over Justice’s cock. It was almost too easy to jerk him off, rock hard and foreskin sliding easily under his hand. Justice writhed for that simple touch, back arching and making the water splash.

“Pri—hah,” Justice breathed, eyelashes fluttering dizzily.

Pride sank his teeth into his neck and sucked. He gasped, voice breaking into a moan, and he tilted his head for more. Obliging, Pride moved an inch up and did it again, sucking dark hickeys into his skin. When he ran out of room, he ducked under the other side of his neck and began anew. Each one brought a different moan spilling out from Justice’s mouth, more desperate than the last.

His cock streamed pre-cum into the water, all of it useless. Not that Pride needed it, stroking it harder and faster regardless. Justice keened, hips twisting this way and that, but nowhere to go. Pride sucked a hickey right at the corner of his jaw, and he whimpered. He kissed his way back down, landing over all the marks he left before.

“Pride, Pride, I—” Justice panted. “Pride—I’m—mhng—”

Pride licked a long stripe up his neck and nibbled his ear. “Are you close?”

He nodded urgently, whining in the back of his throat. Pride sped up, the water slapping as his arm moved—an acceptable replacement for the sound of his skin.

“Come whenever you want to,” he murmured, mouthing kisses onto his neck again.

“Th-the bath,” Justice warned.

“Don’t worry about it.” He palmed the head of his cock to make him shake. “Come for me.”

Justice choked, tensing up. Pride pulled back to watch, and not a moment too soon. Justice came with a delicate moan, cock blurting into the water. Pride stroked him until he was spent, globs cum floating free in the bath.

“Mfm,” Justice mumbled. “That’s kinda gross.”

“Let’s get out then,” Pride said. He stood up, bath water and bubbles sliding off his body. “We’re clean by now. Plus—” He bent down to give Justice a kiss on the nose. “We can get dirty again in bed.”

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