Ian was kneeling in the bathtub, a towel under his knees and another under his hands, his head turned as he craned his neck to watch Anthony working. Anthony swirled the spoon around in the over-large bowl before tapping it against the rim and laying it on the counter.
"You know it'll cool down a little once I get it in the bag, but is that good?" Anthony bent over next to the tub so Ian could slowly dip two fingers into the bowl, nodding once.
"It's fine." Anthony nodded again, reaching out to stroke Ian's hair before standing back up and returning to the sink, where all of the equipment was spread out. The hook was already hanging from the shower curtain so Anthony could hand the bag as soon as it was full.
"Go ahead and take the plug out, baby," His voice was soft, gantle. "And start with your fingers." It was the gentlest of their 'darker' interludes. No name-calling or hair plling or punishment for noises of pain. I t hurt enough on its own, was degrading enough on its own, Anthony didn't need to add anything to that.
Anthony felt a small tremor run through his body as he heard the soft moan coming from the bathtub, knowing that Ian had just extracted the lpug. He glanced up at the mirror, watching him set the glass plug on the edge of the tub next to the bottle of lubricant. Ian picked up the bottle, desperate to fill himself as he opened it, dripping some of the lubricant onto his fingers and rubbing thm. It was cold to the touch, but warmed up as his fingers moved.
"You're so fucking hot like that, baby," Anthony purred, from the sink where the bag was nearly half full. 'Now, go ahead."
