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A new shop had opened just outside of Arlesburgh. Duck and Donald previously agreed that they should have some time for themselves, and that was the chance for him to think about creating the best cozy atmosphere as he did his work routines on the Railway. 5:00 came and it was the time for Duck to clock out. He picked up his card and… click … punched the time clock on the wall when he got into the main building. Duck kept his eye on the signs leading to the new shop that opened, as he walked along the streets of Arlesburgh.
The shop was in an old small cottage that was left abandoned for a few years. Whenever Duck would pass by while at work, the cottage was boarded up, and weeds surrounded every corner. By now, it was restored by a new owner and bore a cozy pinkish color to tell every customer that it was a boutique. Duck came by the shop, humming a little tune, and stopped to behold.
So, this is the new shop, he thought, …Seems nice enough.
Duck continued humming as he entered the new boutique. The interior of the shop had a red-pink hue painted along the walls and the smell of many sensual-scented candles on display shelves struck his nose. Duck quickly noticed the smell and exhaled greatly soon after he inhaled.
“Now, a bath should be nice to start our night…” said Duck, out loud as he picked two candles, one thick lavender and a trio of vanilla, “But what candles should I choose?”
“Hello!” Someone called out from the cash register.
Duck turned around. There watching him was a woman, just about his age.
“You seem to be wanting a romantic bath with your partner right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Duck blushed, “How did y’ know?”
“You were talking to yourself,” answered the woman, shrugging.
Duck paused for a moment.
“Oh… Ohhh… Hahaha, I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “It’s a weird habit o’ mine.”
“You’re fine, sir, you’re fine,” said the woman. “So, what do you need help with?”
Duck proceeded to explain his dilemma about which candle to get. The woman recommended Duck get the trio of vanilla candles since vanilla is also used as a natural aphrodisiac, yet had a relaxing sensation. Duck proceeded to buy a gallon-sized jug full of bubble bath soap as well as rose petals to decorate the bed with. When everything was all said and done… Kaching! … he left the shop, feeling confident about himself.
***
Donald’s schedule is different than Duck’s, as he was the first man to return home after a long day. 10:00 AM to 4:00 PM was his schedule. He was watching the telly as Duck entered the front door.
“Hullo, love,” Donald gave Duck a small peck on the cheek as he stood up from his couch, “Ur we huvin’ oor tea outdoors noo?”
“Soon,” Duck said, noticing his boyfriend in a black suit with a navy kilt, “I gotta change, too, y’ know. Judgin’ by th’ way yer dressed, I’d say yer ready to go!”
Donald chuckled as he saw Duck climb upstairs. It took several minutes for Donald to wait, but Duck soon came back down donning a dark green suit and an orange tie.
“Now, we can go,” smiled Duck, opening the door.
***
What took an hour or two at the restaurant Duck and Donald went to felt like minutes. The restaurant had the best seafood caught from the Irish Sea, which the couple gladly ate. The restaurant also had romantic live music, which Duck and Donald slowly danced to. The restaurant was close to the seaside, which is a place that Duck adored the most if he were to choose to go on holiday. The sun was soon starting to set as Donald and Duck returned back home.
“Y’ know, Donald,” Duck smirked as he closed the door, “Th’ night’s not over.”
“Oh?”
“C’mon. Lemme show you,” Duck winked to Donald.
The two men walked upstairs and Duck lead the way to the bedroom. With a sing-song “ta-daaa”, Duck opened his arm wide as Donald gazed in awe at the bed. It wasn’t much, but the rose petals sprinkled along the sheets was enough to let Donald know what was to come. Donald examined closer at the bed.
“Och, mah god,” blushed Donald with excitement, “Mon, dinnae tell me we're huvin oor bonnie moment noo!”
“ ‘Ee should see th’ bathroom, too, Donald,” said Duck, beckoning Donald to follow him. “I bought some candles to light up and bubbles to fill th’ tub with.”
Duck lead Donald the way to the bathroom. Donald beheld the unlit candles and a bottle of shampoo on the table beside the bathtub. The gallon-sized jug of bubble bath soap was placed at the end of the tub where the faucet was placed. Donald knew that the atmosphere would be sensual for sure, and he smelled the relaxing scent of the three vanilla candles. He moaned softly with a closed smile.
“ ‘Ee like that?” asked Duck.
“Absolutely, me Duck.”
Duck chuckled as he turned the faucet on to warm and plugged the drain. It took about ten minutes until the water was almost to the brim, but while the water was starting to fill, Duck did fill half of the gallon of bubble bath soap into the tub. The suds foamed as he stirred the soap into the water. When the bubbling water almost reached the brim of the tub, Duck turned off the faucet. It slowly stopped pouring the water until the water became quietly still. Duck soon lit the three vanilla candles on the table, and closed the shades of every window in the bathroom.
Donald grew more eager.
“God, I cannae wait.” He huffed. “Let’s see that fluffy body o’yers, Monty.”
“Heh. I wants t’ see yer young an’ thin body, too,” giggled Duck.
Soon enough, Duck and Donald landed on each other’s lips, and suckled before moving away. Donald was the first to pull Duck’s suit jacket away from his partner’s shoulders. His hands crept up to Duck’s tie and slowly loosened it. Duck did the same as Donald unbuckled his belt, letting Duck’s pants fall to the floor and leaving his buttocks bare. Donald unbuttoned Duck’s shirt. When the shirt was off, Donald impatiently placed his hands and rubbed Duck’s hairy pecs and round belly.
“ ‘Ee really like me fluffy pecs, don’t ya?” Duck proceeded to unbutton his boyfriend’s shirt and pull down his boyfriend’s kilt. Donald soon stopped rubbing Duck’s chest and stomach. “Hold still. I gotta take these off an’ put me cover on.”
Donald wasn’t wearing anything under his kilt, as to him, because it all worked perfectly. When Duck finished stripping Donald off his kilt and shirt, Duck bit his lip and blushed at the sight of Donald’s slim, short, and nude body.
“Och, c’moan,” sighed Donald, rolling his eyes. “Juist pat yer damn cover oan. Efter ye, though.”
Duck cleared his throat and scurried to the cabinet above the sink. He quickly put his cover on and walked back to Donald.
“Efter ye, Duck,” Donald said again.
“Right,” Duck grinned with a blush.
Duck stepped over the brim of the tub and sat down. He felt the warm sudsy water embrace his skin all over. He sighed with a big smile as he wiggled as if he was adjusting himself in bed. Duck turned his head to Donald. Donald climbed into the tub soon after and straddled Duck’s lap, being the small spoon. Duck wrapped his arms around Donald, his hands slowly caressing his bare chest.
“Urr ye aff tae wash me or nae?” Donald turned his head.
“Ooh arr, I’m gettin’ there,” laughed Duck, reaching for the shampoo. “I just like rubbin’ yer chest.”
Duck squeezed the shampoo bottle. A clear liquid oozed onto Duck’s hand, and he placed it onto Donald’s scalp. His fingertips dug deep into his boyfriend’s hair, and rubbed it every way until the soap of the shampoo foamed up. Donald felt Duck stroke against his head and he hummed in gentle bliss. After a while, Duck cupped his hands and scooped some of the clear water in the tub. The water slid right off his palms and spread all onto Donald’s hair. Donald felt the water run down, and he flinched a little. Duck scooped more water and poured it onto Donald again. It wasn’t long until Donald just had a small bubble on the tip of his hair after Duck finished shampooing.
“Awww,” the burly man chuckled, “ ‘Ee looks kinda cute with that.”
“Huh? Whit dae ye mean?” Donald turned around to Duck, who bore a wide grin.
“ ‘Ee have a small little bubble on yer hair,” said Duck, his finger picking up the sud and showing it. “See, love?”
Donald’s eyes looked up and then to the bubble. Then Donald blushed.
“Shut up…” he cooed.
“No, I’m serious,” replied Duck. “ “Ee look so cute with that bubble. It do remind me of a babber in a bath.”
“Hah,” laughed Donald, grabbing some of the bubbles floating on the water, “Ah jalouse ah keek youthful enough.”
Duck chuckled.
“We could adopt one sometime. I’ve been eyein’ this kid named Skiff.”
“Ehh, mibbie, Monty,” shrugged Donald.
“Alright.”
Duck picked up a patch of soap floating on the water and placed onto Donald’s shoulders. Donald felt the warm water at first, but soon felt his joyfriend’s firm hands. Donald hummed and softly moaned, feeling his shoulder muscles relax and move with ease.
“Hooohh, Monty, yer hauns ur sae magical!”
“I try me best,” said Duck.
Duck scooped another patch on the water. He rubbed the soap lower along Donald’s back. Donald rolled up his eyes, feeling his joyfriend’s fingertips work inch by inch. That is until…
“A-awright, Mon,” told Donald. “Ye cuid wirk oan mah pecs, noo.”
“With pleasure,” Duck winked.
Duck scooped the last patch of bubbles for the bath. He looked at it on his palm, and he knew it had to be worth it until they could move on to the bedroom. So, he mixed the soap with more water and landed his hands on Donald’s chest. Duck’s palms snaked around the pecs, and despite how flat they looked, Donald moaned softly to the soft touch. Donald bit his lip as he turned his head to see Duck’s focused look.
“Jings, ah cannae wait ‘til we git tae oor bloody kip,” cooed Donald with a giggle. “Ye ken howfur tae loue me, Duck.”
“An’ you, Donald, knows ‘ow to love me, too,” Duck gave Donald a small kiss on the forehead.
Donald soon started to feel flushed. He could feel more of himself perk up. Duck smirked as he noticed his boyfriend physically grow unstable with stroke along the chest. Donald squirmed against Duck’s pelvis, causing the water in the tub to splash around a little. Duck soon started to feel flushed and perk up as well. He squeezed Donald’s pecs for a good thirty seconds before wrapping his muscular arms around him.
“Feelin’ good over there, Donald?” Duck asked.
“Och, aye,” Donald felt his heart beat faster as he got out of the tub, “let’s dae this. Ah juist wantae be hugged ‘n’ squeezed by ye richt noo.”
Donald unplugged the drain and helped Duck get out of the tub. The two quickly dried themselves off sharing a towel. The clothes that were stripped off were soon put into the laundry basket outside the doorway to the bedroom. As soon as they entered the bedroom, Donald languidly lay against the bed, and Duck watched him with his tongue licking his lip.
“ ‘Ee ready for our journey to th’ stars, Donald?” purred Duck.
Donald could only nod and beckon Duck to come closer. Duck closed the door and did what his boyfriend could tell him.