"I guess it's my turn now," Harolin said.
Ruaan couldn't summon the energy to respond. He could only watch through hooded eyes as Harolin quickly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, the water splashing over the basin. He also threw a towel over his head quickly and helped him dry his wet hair.
Once Ruaan was clean, Harolin turned off the tap and didn't let Ruaan stand. Ruaan didn't know how it happened so fast as Harolin gripped his waist and hoisted him up, sitting him directly on the edge of the sink.
"Wait... What are you...?"
Ruaan's legs instinctively wrapped around Harolin's waist, his breath still ragged.
"I'm going further today. Yesterday, I could only cuddle you and kiss your neck. I'm not going to stop even if you tell me to,"
