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There was clearly only one right answer to that question. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll get you all clean,” Quincy promised, one claw extending to turn on the water. Why did that sound like a threat?

Quincy finally set Evan on his feet. “Undress me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Anything to touch that body. He teased his fingers along the filmy red hem that fluttered down, gliding up Quincy’s thighs. Quincy’s thighs were solid and smooth, without any muscular bulges, but Evan had more than enough evidence of his strength. He let his hands stroke over the silky panties, then continued upward.

Quincy hadn’t said he couldn’t, so Evan bent to kiss a trail up Quincy’s chest, lingering anywhere that made him gasp. Like his nipples.

Evan had no idea why the designers had left those in place when they hadn’t even bothered giving Quincy feet, but he wasn’t going to complain. The first little bud hardened in his mouth, and Quincy moaned.

“You like that?” Evan asked, rubbing the other one through the slinky fabric.

“Ye– Yeah.” He seemed to be struggling for words. “But you aren’t following directions.”

Evan smirked. “Gonna punish me for it?”

So far, sex between them had been, at most, kink-light. Quincy would trap Evan with his sexy limbs, drive him crazy, and tease him with threats for the future. Not that Evan had any complaints. He would have been happy with that for the rest of his life.

“Oh, yes,” Quincy agreed, his low voice promising dark delights.

“Thank you, Sir.” He meant it. Fervently. If there was more on offer, he wanted every bit of it. Everything with Quincy.

Quincy’s next command came out gruff. “Get in the shower.”

Ohhhh… Evan could definitely work with that. He stepped in, adjusting the temperature a little warmer and letting it rain down on his eager skin.

Evan waited for another instruction, but there wasn’t one. Quincy just stepped in, completely naked, and started washing him.

Being washed by six independent limbs was unlike anything on earth. One hand shampooed Evan’s hair, only to be rinsed by the massaging blast of a gentle hose. One pincer dragged a bar of soap over Evan’s skin, while the other scrubbed him with the rough bath puff. The final hose dove and looped around him, pulling his body wherever Quincy wanted it.

Evan had no idea if he was getting clean in any meaningful way, but the combinations of sensations rushing over him, the way that Quincy so easily overpowered and moved him, were pure bliss.

Quincy pulled Evan against his solid body as he rinsed him off, first his back and then his front. Evan let his head drift back to rest on Quincy’s shoulder. He was limp and compliant, soaking in the sensations.

That was when Quincy’s soapy hand encircled his cock. “Have to get you really clean…” Quincy murmured.

Evan couldn’t help but thrust into his hand. He’d been aroused and teased for far too long.

“None of that.” Quincy enforced the words with tangles of hose locking around Evan’s chest and thighs. “Don’t move, and don’t come.”

“Yes, Sir,” Evan promised.

But what followed had him ready to break that promise almost instantly. Quincy teased at first, circling and gliding with a loose grip that had Evan ready to beg for more. The instant before he did, Quincy stroked him rough and fast.

“Sir!” Evan screamed. “I can’t! Gonna…”

Quincy went back to the slow teasing.

Evan was going to explode.

Something nudged between his legs. Something hard and smooth, gliding toward his ass.

Evan spread his legs, already whimpering. The hose head was lubed, and Evan didn’t even wonder how that had happened. It played at his entrance, then started to slowly press inside, while Quincy continued that impossibly soft stroking of his cock.

Evan gasped for breath, squeezing Quincy’s arm wherever he could reach. It burned, being stretched over that wide bulb without any prep.

Evan loved it. As Quincy well knew.