"What? I—uh…" Elyon stammered, clearly embarrassed.
"Come on, Elyon. I'd like to."
After a moment, Elyon finally nodded his head while looking away with a faint blush. Damien took this as permission and lightly pinched the tip of Elyon's small, firm penis.
"Ah!" Elyon gasped, his voice unexpectedly soft and sweet.
Damien chuckled at the adorable sound Elyon made, as if surprised at himself. Without a word, Damien continued, gently kneading the small hardness between his fingers.
"Ahh…!" Elyon's voice trembled as Damien stroked his penis, his face turning a deep shade of red, his expression somewhere between shy and enthralled.
Damien grinned, deciding that Elyon was genuinely endearing. This innocent side of him made Damien feel a strange warmth, almost a desire to protect him.
"Ely, let's get into the bath," Damien suggested.
"Yes… yes, of course! That was the original plan, after all," Elyon agreed, flustered.
