Bath Time

Inspired by whatistheducksittingon.jpg.

======================================

The bright morning sun sent warm rays across Dedede’s body as he took his daily royal bath, Escargon happily massaging his shoulders from behind him. It was so good to be king.

Dedede leaned back against the tub, his head resting on Escargon’s chest. The assistant loved spending time with his Majesty, and he wished times like these came more often. He smiled warmly as he moved his hands from his shoulders to his strong neck, rubbing circles around the area and moving just above his clavicle. He wanted to make his Majesty feel as good as he can. Dedede sighed contentedly; Over the time Escargon’s worked for him, he’s become very good with his hands.

Escargon hummed a tune to himself, blissfully lost in the moment, until he noticed something strange occurring in the tub. On the water above Dedede’s body sat a tall mound of bath bubbles, and at the top rested the rubber ducky Dedede always brought with him to his morning baths. That’s odd, bubbles don’t work that way....unless…

Escargon went bright red and momentarily stopped his ministrations on Dedede as the full realization hit him. He fretted momentarily, hoping his Majesty wouldn’t notice his behavior. Dedede was clearly aroused, and by Escargon no less. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or slightly disturbed.

The poor snail had no idea what to do. His Majesty, however, behaved like nothing was out of the ordinary. He just lay back in the tub, features relaxed. Perhaps this is something His Majesty doesn’t want to admit…? He wondered.

“Escargon, I didn’t order you to stop. Keep going.” It’s just like Dedede to believe he can solve any problem by pretending it didn’t exist. Escargon smirked as an idea finally reached his mind. He’ll go gladly go along with his Majesty, for the moment.

Escargon resumed his happy tune, massaging Dedede’s shoulders and neck. The king groaned in approval, satisfied that Escargon continued his job before he had to yell at him again. Skilled hands worked on Dedede’s body, very innocently, massaging the shoulder and neck muscles, before slowly making his way to the area around the clavicle. Tentatively, his hands trailed down to his chest, putting more of his arms around Dedede to reach the spots.

Dedede was too lost in the divine sensations to utter a word; just how Escargon wanted it. Although he’s never really objected to Escargon concerning personal space. Escargon has used this to his convenience, often using his Majesty’s belly as a large pillow for those times they’d fall asleep together.

Escargon focused on soothing Dedede as much as he could before moving on to the next step. Once he felt the king’s body sufficiently relaxed, he moved his hand to Dedede’s crotch.

“Hmm? What could this be…?” he feigned obliviousness, running a thumb and finger along the shaft as if to feel what the unknown object was.

“Escargon! What do you think you’re doing?”

Escargon confidently smiled. If hadn’t taken the time relaxing Dedede’s body, he would have put more of a fuss.

“It’s all right, your Majesty…I know exactly what I’m doing.” Escargon spoke softly. “Just relax…”

Now that that was out of the way, Escargon used his thumb and fingers to slowly massage up and down Dedede’s arousal. His other arm was draped around Dedede’s neck, bringing their bodies closer to one another. Dedede once again melted against Escargon’s body as his subject expertly ran his fingers from the base to the crown at an even pace. Had it been anyone else daring to go as far as to jerk off the king, they’d be promptly hammered out the window. Escargon found solace in this, and relief. He sighed contently while keeping up the rhythm, feeling aroused himself by the close body contact and the king’s pleasured breaths.

Escargon then wrapped his whole hand around his cock and began pumping steadily. Escargon found the response was absolutely satisfying; Dedede’s face grew flushed as breathed a little faster, his eyes shut. Escargon knew he was fully aroused too…he savored the contact and all, but he can only achieve so much from this angle.

“Excuse me…” Escargon let go of the Dedede and quickly walked around to the side of the tub, before the king started to question his actions.

“May I?” He indicated toward it. Dedede understood, quickly nodding for Escargon to get in already before he lost his patience.

Escargon slowly eased in, feeling the warm water and bubbles reach up his waist. After he fully settled their arousals made contact, the anticipation sending excited shudders through their bodies.

“Hurry up and do what you were doing…” Dedede mumbled, the impatience getting to him.

“Of course, your Majesty…” Escargon was also aching to be touched. He took each arousal in one hand and pumped at a quick pace, the water providing sufficient lubricant. Pleasure rushed through them as Escargon focused on working them both, using Dedede’s moans to guide his hands, his thumbs moving over the crown and sliding down the shaft again. Moans echoed in the otherwise silent room, faces flushed while soft skin was massaged and tended. Escargon felt his body go weak and found it difficult to prop himself up against the tube. Dedede’s larger body supported him from sliding down the slippery surface.

Escargon, finally finding it necessary to support himself, placed his arm around the tub’s rim and hoisted himself up. The other hand brought both arousals together and resumed pumping both at the same time. They felt the peak of orgasm approaching, Escargon very much enjoying the contact between them; he felt Dedede buck his hips in excitement, rubbing the sensitive flesh against one another. Escargon heard his Majesty give a low groan, releasing his seed unto Escargon’s hand and into the bath water. He eased his hand to a slow rythym as, with a stifled whimper, he felt his own release too.

His exerted hand flopped into the water. Both Dedede and Escargon were damp and flushed, taking the moment afterwards to catch their breaths. Escargon mustered the strength to pull himself up and flop his weary body over Dedede’s larger one, a content smile burying itself within the crook between his neck and shoulder..

“…we should do that again sometime.”

Escargon merely nodded in approval.

“Wait….egh, the water’s filthy now.”

“Too tired…I’ll fix it later, your Majesty.”