Bubbles filled his ears, muffling the sound of his own gargling. There was a faint noise circling his head. The doctor's voice. It was sounded far off, words unintelligible as if they were being spoken from a different room. Gradually they faded more and more, the speed matching his urgency to breathe. Thrashing against the hand threaded into his hair, Clive fought to rise to the surface. The need was made clear and the hand loosened its grip. He was quick to throw his head back, water splattering the tiled walls of the bathroom. Gasping for air, he clutched onto the side of the bathtub, nails bending and knuckles paling with the force. He spluttered, choking on the water that infiltrated his lungs.

“Mh, good boy, you’re doing so well,” purred Heiden from behind him, hips still hammering a steady rhythm. The words slipped in and out of Clive’s mind, all he could do was groan pathetically in response. That, though, seemingly wasn’t enough for the man grasping his waist and his head. The fingers entangled in his hair moved to his face, holding him by his chin, and forced his head back to face his lover as much as possible.

“What do you say?” The thickest German accent demanded a show of gratefulness for the praise. As sweet as the voice was, there was something dangerous beneath that tenderness and Clive knew it first hand.

“Tha-ha-nk you, Dr.”

The grasp dropped from his face to his neck, holding him now by his throat in a vice-like grip.

“Gern geschehen, mein Bärchen.”

The smile was loud in his voice, prompting a rush of joy deep within the blond. The only course of action from there, in his mind, was to push back against the hips thrusting into him. His bony ass pressed against Heiden’s pelvis, forcing his cock further up inside him. The movement seemed to squeeze a high-pitched moan from his vocal cords.

Both men felt flush with fever at the feeling. Pleasure washed over them in one heavy wave. Clive’s handle on the edge of the tub weakened and his torso pressed against the cold acrylic. Meanwhile, Heiden hurried his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing against bathroom walls. It took little time for the noise to become wetter and wetter. Slickness trickled down Clive’s thighs, transferring to the doctor’s own with each thrust.

Their respective build-ups came on fast and strong. With Clive’s circling hips and Heiden’s relentless drives, a climax was in sight. A variety of grunts and comments sounded off behind the shorter man. As ecstasy washed over the doctor, the line between English and German blurred. The last words Clive could make out were, “Ah, ah, guter Junge! Yes, yes-” before he was once again submerged.

All other noise was overwhelmed by the splashing of water flooding his senses. The rush of liquid around him was noisy and painful. He had had no time to prepare. The crisp, almost bitter taste of tap water filled his mouth and raced down his throat to trickle into his lungs. Small waves pushed their way up his nostrils, flowing down all the wrong pipes, sending an unwelcome burning sensation into his sinuses. A stinging in both eyes told him that he hadn’t closed them in time and, no matter how he squeezed them shut, the pain didn’t subside. It all added up, leaving his head full and hazy with feeling. Choking and spluttering, adrenaline worked its way into his veins. Arousal grew at the uncontrollable surge of pain. Untouched, his cock began to leak. This did not go unnoticed as shown by the pressing of fingertips into his sides, sure to bruise, and the tugging of hair that left his scalp sore.

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There was a short moment of relief as his head was pulled from the water by his hair. Some strands snapped under the force. A soundless cry came from his throat as he coughed out what water he could. He managed just a handful of gasps for air before he was once again submerged underwater.

It had all happened so fast. Heiden’s cock slipped out of him, eliciting a croaky moan from the poor man, then he was hoisted up like a ragdoll. Water splashed up and out of the tub, flooding the floor around them, as he was dumped into the water unceremoniously. Clive’s back collided with the bottom of the tub, knocking the sliver of air in his lungs straight out of him. His head knocked against the acrylic, sending the echo of a thud to reverberate around him. A hand closed around his throat and another lifted his waist up, propping his ass onto the doctor’s hips.

Heiden set himself between Clive’s thighs, squeezing them both into the small bath. It was uncomfortable to all hell, but he didn’t seem to care. No time was wasted, Heiden lifted his hand from the other’s neck, giving him a second to breathe, as he gripped his dick. He gave himself a few strokes before hurriedly pushing himself into Clive. Bottoming out, his hand returned to the shorter man’s neck, who had been fighting for air and holding his head as far above water as possible.

Bubbles rose to the surface of the water with each moan Clive gave. His body sent out signals to every part of his body, yet he continued to revel in the feeling. Terror shot out through his limbs, urging him to struggle. He didn’t though. He let Heiden have his way with him, and he did. He thrusted with enough force to leave bruises - bruises among many others that littered the pale body he handled with little care. They were already blooming, bright and clear beneath the water. The sight of the pure state the man was in was enough to throw him over the edge.

With a cry of pleasure, he buried himself deep into Clive’s clenching hole. Hot blood hummed through his veins, lighting his core on fire. Heiden was certain the water was bubbling with the heat of his skin. His toes curled as all his muscles tensed. Just then, he released. The pleasure that rocked his body washed over him softly now, cradling him gently. His vision blurred, everything turning stark white for a split second. Ropes of cum surging from his cock and into Clive, who rejoiced in the feeling. His grip loosened and he slumped back, leaning against the side of the tub while his erection softened.

Clive sat up, hacking and spitting out water. Despite the struggle, there was a subtle obscenity in his groans. If it wasn’t clear, a cloudy streak of white told the story well enough. Eventually, he pulled out, letting his own semen seep into the bathwater while Clive’s breathy moans filled the air.

The water chilled, becoming lukewarm at best. It wasn’t pleasant. It was filthy with their bodily fluids, yet the two of them huddled close together sat in it until the water was uncomfortably cold. Heiden was first to comment on it, suggesting they move their cuddling to the bed. Clive agreed happily, though was unsure how long they’d be just cuddling for.