Viggo agreed. Though he enjoyed Sebastian’s desperate need to please them when he got all submissive and pliant, he didn’t want him to do so at the expense of his own wellbeing.
“We-”
Viggo cut himself off, his declaration that they would have to do better going unsaid as the bathroom door opened and Sebastian peeked inside.
“Sebastian, you’re awake.” Viggo walked over and opened the door all the way, inviting Sebastian into the bathroom. “How are you feeling?”
Sebastian shot him a tentative smile, looking embarrassed. “I’m okay. I just needed a break. We really didn’t have to put a full stop to everything.”
“We were getting carried away, so I think it was for the best. You did the right thing.” Viggo wrapped his fingers around Sebastian’s bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Would you still like a bath?”
Sebastian glanced over at the massive tub, easily big enough to fit Viggo and Bjorn twice over.
“We don’t have bubbles, but there are jets,” Bjorn said, demonstrating by pushing a button on the side of the tub. The water immediately started moving, the low hum of the motor inside competing with the sound of water filling the tub.
“Wow,” Sebastian mumbled, licking his lips and walking toward the tub. “This is like a little swimming pool.” He reached inside, dragging his hand through the churning water. “Will you two join me?”
Viggo’s cock jumped at the suggestion, the idea of Sebastian in his lap, slippery and wet, waking it up from its safeword-induced hibernation.
“Would you like us to?”
Sebastian nodded.
“Then of course.” Viggo looked at Bjorn. “We’ve got some juice and fruits prepared in the fridge. I’ll go get them and you can show Sebastian how to work the controls on the tub.”
“I can do that,” Bjorn said. “Sebastian, look here, I’ll show you…”
Viggo left the room, leaving the two of them alone as he made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed three bottles of juice from the fridge, along with a plastic container of cut-up pieces of fruit, and carried them back to the bathroom.
Sebastian and Bjorn were both in the tub, seated on opposite sides of the tub and leaning back with their heads resting on a pair of folded towels.
“This is so nice,” Sebastian mumbled when Viggo walked up to them, looking boneless and relaxed.
“Yeah,” Bjorn agreed. The tub was only three-quarters of the way filled, the water rising to his pecs. “Why don’t we use this more, Viggo?”
“I don’t know,” Viggo answered, stripping off his jeans and climbing into the water. He put the fruit and juices down on the edge of the tub and moved to sit next to Sebastian, tangling his legs with Bjorn’s and reaching over to turn off the faucet. With all three of them now in the water, the level had risen almost to overflowing.
The tub was big enough that Viggo and Sebastian could sit next to each other, but it was a little cramped. Viggo glanced down at Sebastian. “Do you want to sit in front of me?”
The offer wasn’t sexual – that part of their evening was over – he just wanted to make Sebastian comfortable.
Sebastian nodded, pushing up and moving between Viggo’s legs, water sloshing over the side of the tub with the movement. As he sat down again, he let out a little hiss.
“Sore?” Viggo asked, taking his shoulders and starting up a gentle massage. Sebastian leaned forward, moaning as Viggo worked on the knots in his shoulders.
He hadn’t noticed how tense the boy was.
“It’s not too bad,” Sebastian said, sounding half-drunk as Viggo moved his hands together, focusing his massage on the back of his neck. “God, that feels good.”
Viggo grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
Without saying a word, Bjorn sat forward and reached under the water for Sebastian’s feet. He held them, one in each hand, lifting them up to the water’s surface and digging his thumbs into the arches, massaging them firmly and making Sebastian groan in pleasure.
Catching Bjorn’s eye, Viggo grinned. This was more like it. They had planned on making Sebastian feel good, and now they were finally delivering.
* * *
The next morning Viggo woke up before either of his bedmates, blinking his eyes open and huffing out a quiet laugh at the sight that greeted him. Bjorn was on his back, head tilted back and mouth wide open, Sebastian lying on top of him like he was straddling his own life-sized teddy bear, drooling into the cleft between his pecs.
