It wasn't just Zein's legs that moved.
His hands were actually faster, shedding the white clothes the Temple gave him for his stay. The moment he reached the tub, he was taking off his pants and stumbled forward from getting tangled in the fabric. If it wasn't for Bassena catching him, he would have hit the edge of the tub.
"Hey, be caref--"
Bassena couldn't finish his words because Zein had already covered his mouth in a fervent, deep kiss. The guide ran his hands from the hard beating pulse on the esper's neck down to the inviting pecs, squeezing hard as he slipped his tongue inside Bassena's warm mouth.
But the hands did not stop there; one of them went further down and grabbed the half-erect penis, hardening it fully with just a single stroke.
"Ah, fuck--" Bassena let out a reflex curse that got him gripping the guide's waist hard. He pressed his forehead on Zein's shoulder and chuckled. "Ah, damn it--it's really hard when you're horny."
