Marc washes your hair, gives you a massage, then takes you downstairs to his bar room.
Warnings: More p in v sex, Marc is a sweetheart, throat fucking, doggy style, alcohol consumption, Steven is a doctor because why the fuck not? I swear I will explain that later in this chapter.
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"Having a bath?" Marc said as he came into the bathroom with the jug of Sangria and the two glasses from earlier. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, which made your eyes look down at his groin, where his considerable girth was clearly visible. His hair was slicked back, and he smelled heavily of sandalwood.
"Yeah, I thought I should wash Steven's come off of me." You giggled as he rolled his eyes.
"Technically, it's my come, too. I don't mind,." Marc retorted as he set the glasses down and filled them. You peered at his chest, noticing the scratches were almost gone. There was absolutely no way that he didn't notice, and he would know that you noticed as well.
Marc came around to your side and handed you a glass of wine. He grabbed the bench that was next to the tub and pulled it up so he was behind you.
"What are you doing?"
"Have you washed your hair yet?"
"No, I was just soaking and enjoying the jets,." You replied, and Marc grinned. He reached for the bottle of Steven's lavender shampoo and he showed it to you.
"May I do it for you?" He asked, and you raised a brow at him.
"Sure." You gave him permission, and he squirted some shampoo into his hands. He rubbed it into your hair and worked up a nice lather as he massaged your scalp. It felt so good, feeling his firm yet gentle fingers rub away the tension in you.
"That's so nice..." You sighed happily, feeling him move down to your neck and shoulders. He pulled and pushed on the sides of where your neck and shoulders met, drawing a nice moan from your lips. You sat there for a while as Marc focused on that area, with him only taking small breaks to sip his wine. By the time the glass of wine was done, your neck and shoulders were nice and loose.
"Okay. Time for a rinse. Tilt your head back,." hHe instructed you, and you did as he asked. He took the spray nozzle off the side of the fancy tub and ran water through your hair until it was completely soap-free. When he was done, he leaned down to dip his nose into the crook of your neck as he reached over you to grab the bar of soap that Steven had on the tray. It was a lovely handmade one that smelled of honey, mint, lemongrass, and bergamot.
Normally he didn't like this scent, but that was when Steven used it on their body. He figured these smells would suit you more, and maybe he could convince Steven to switch brands for himself, if it smelled better on you.
He grabbed a washcloth and then applied the soap, bringing a nice lather to the cloth, starting with your shoulders. You sighed and relaxed a little more as he liberally washed every bit of skin that he came into contact with. He did your shoulders, neck, your entire back, arms...
