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Bruce pressed the middle of his forehead with his index fingers, his head was throbbing, his mouth was dry, his body felt heavy, and the words on his screen started to blurry in front of him. Bruce needed to rest, he needed to drink something, eat, take a bath, stretch his muscles, pee.
Bruce didn’t move from the chair.
The screen turned black, and Bruce snapped his head at Khoa, a black cord on his hand.
“Oops!”
“I was working, you could have—”
“All your systems don’t depend on a single cord.”
Bruce frowned, Khoa was smiling, just a little, the right corner of his mouth pulled up, as if he had won something.
“You should rest.”
“I need to finish this.”
Khoa clicked his tongue, he left the cord on the desk, and walked behind Bruce, he pulled the chair away, dragging Bruce across the cave, Bruce just closed his eyes, feeling his temples throbbing from the headache that started hours ago.
“Do I need to bend you over my knee and spank you for you to take care of yourself?”
Bruce shook his head.
“I can be nice.”
Bruce looked up at Khoa, his eyes were warmer, softer, the smile wasn’t devilish anymore, warm, soft, maybe a little shy.
“Ok.”
Khoa kissed him, softly, tilting Bruce’s head up.
“Go to the bathroom and prepare the bathtub.”
Bruce nodded, kissing Khoa again before going to the bathroom.
It was nice to rest his brain doing manual work, tempering the water, pouring oils and salts, filling the bath with the smell of roses and jasmine.
“Good boy,” Khoa said, practically purring at Bruce’s ear, he had left a tray on top of the sink, and moved to kneel next to Bruce. “Now let me take care of you.”
Khoa helped him take off his clothes, making Bruce raise his arms to take off his shirt, he kneeled to take off Bruce’s shoes, pants and underwear, he kissed Bruce’s hipbone and stood up, moving Bruce to the toilet.
“Do you want to use it, Baby?”
Bruce hummed, and Khoa moved his hand, one holding Bruce’s waist, the other moving to his cock. The first time they had tried something like this Bruce had been so ashamed, all the alarms on his brain blasting at the idea of letting someone else took control, but a little part, one that was growing bigger every day, loved the idea of turning off his brain and letting someone else take control. Bruce peed, resting his head on Khoa’s shoulder, he let Khoa move him inside the bathtub, and chose a bath bomb with a soft smile.
Bruce’s mind became fuzzy, floaty, it was nice, to be in the water, smelling the oils and essences, feeling Khoa rubbing his scalp with shampoo and cleaning him with a sponge. Khoa hummed a song, and Bruce let himself go.
Khoa also fed him, Bruce ate dried fruit from Khoa’s fingers, drinking cold lemonade from a straw, he chewed the blueberries and the pineapple, opening his mouth every time he wanted more.
Bruce came back to himself when Khoa put him to bed, he was dressed in one of Khoa’s shirt, loose and a little big for Bruce.
“You back?”
Bruce nodded, still a little too tired to talk, Khoa gave him a soft smile, so unusual.
“Move, I also want to sleep.”