Naruto-ReBorn as a Baker

Chapter 317: Morning Mist

Malik's eyes fluttered open sluggishly, greeted by the first fragile slivers of dawn filtering gently through the crystalline windows of Haku's home. He immediately winced, groaning softly into the fluffy warmth currently enveloping him. Malik despised early mornings. Deeply, passionately despised them. He usually preferred to leave dawn to the birds, bakers (yes, I know), and those rare, terrifying people who willingly greeted sunrise with enthusiasm.

Still, today was different. Today, he was on a mission. And, unfortunately, that mission required rising before the rest of his decidedly more sensible companions.

Slowly, he began to extract himself from the embrace of warmth currently claiming him—warmth embodied entirely by Ranke. Her powerful arms were looped around him in a loose yet unyielding hold, her breathing steady and soft against his neck. Malik's face was comfortably nestled within the ample softness of her chest, a pillow of comfort that was incredibly tempting to surrender to again.

He paused mid-escape, allowing himself one last, blissful second to indulge in the soft, serene sensation of her body pressed close. Her bosom rose and fell rhythmically, cushioning his cheek like the most luxurious of silks, scented faintly of wildflowers, ozone, and the lingering warmth of lightning chakra. Malik sighed softly, a tiny smile touching his lips as he pressed a gentle, secretive kiss against her collarbone. "Good morning, thunder queen," he murmured affectionately.

Ranke responded with a contented mumble, shifting slightly, causing Malik's head to sink deeper into her chest. A near-perfect trap, he mused, reluctantly pulling himself away before temptation claimed victory.

Careful, slow, and with all the patience of a seasoned infiltrator, Malik slipped from Ranke's hold, repositioning pillows carefully so that her sleep would remain uninterrupted. She snored gently as he stood, stretching stiff muscles and shaking away the clinging remnants of sleep.

With a final, fond glance at the sleeping beauty, Malik gathered a fluffy towel from a nearby rack—vibrantly pink trimmed with gold, perfectly matching his personal aesthetic. Wrapping it securely around his waist, he stepped softly through the sliding paper doors of the room and into the dim hallway beyond.

Malik's bare feet padded quietly against the chilled stone floor as he navigated toward the baths. Haku had described them last night with tender reverence, calling them "the heart of Hyōsetsumura's serenity," and Malik—despite his vehement opposition to the concept of mornings—had been intrigued. He wasn't about to pass up the chance to experience something that brought such gentle excitement to Haku's normally calm eyes.

He pushed open the ornate wooden doors carefully, feeling them slide effortlessly on polished runners. Immediately, a curious mixture of sensations washed over him—the crisp coolness of fresh mountain air mingled with thick, curling steam that poured through hidden vents and hollowed-out crevices. The contrast was shocking, intriguing, and oddly delightful. Malik blinked, adjusting quickly to the misty atmosphere.

Stepping further into the cavernous chamber, Malik marveled at the ingenious architecture around him. The bath had indeed been hollowed out from the very mountain itself, a vast chamber of smoothly polished stone and shimmering ice walls interlaced with veins of translucent crystal. Natural vents drew in cold air, while carefully placed volcanic stones and deeply embedded rune carvings heated underground springs, creating a perpetual dance of warmth and chill, steam and mist. The gentle glow of carefully placed chakra-infused lanterns illuminated the swirling steam in hues of tranquil blue and serene violet, transforming the bath into a mystical sanctuary.

Malik allowed the towel to slip lower around his waist, exposing the smooth, warm curves of his short, chubby, milk-chocolate skin to the whispering mists. His round, soft form shivered pleasantly as the strange airflow brushed against him, caressing his body gently with alternating currents of cool mountain air and heated steam. It was exhilarating, relaxing, and wonderfully peculiar all at once.

Malik wandered deeper into the chamber, entranced by the gentle splashing of water cascading softly from hidden springs down smooth stone terraces. His fingertips grazed the wet stones, marveling at their silky texture as droplets gathered and ran down his skin in rivulets.

So captivated was Malik by the gentle symphony of elements around him that he didn't hear the soft padding of feet approaching from behind. It was only when slender arms encircled him gently, warmth pressing against his bare back, that Malik let out a startled but delighted gasp.

"Haku," Malik breathed softly, instantly recognizing the gentle, familiar touch, the soothingly cool yet paradoxically warm body pressed close. Malik relaxed immediately, sinking back against the man's comforting embrace, savoring the sensation of slender, muscled arms wrapped affectionately around him.

"Morning, my love," Haku whispered warmly, his voice low and tender against Malik's ear, brushing softly like silk. Malik felt a pleasant shiver trail down his spine at the intimate caress. Haku's lips grazed the sensitive curve of Malik's neck in sweet, lingering kisses, each gentle touch sparking warmth deep within him.

Malik tilted his head back, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed contentedly. "You're sneaky," he teased softly, turning his head slightly so he could gaze fondly up at Haku's face. Haku's features were serene, illuminated gently by the glowing lanterns and the faintest touch of dawn. He was breathtaking—his porcelain skin smooth and flawless, his crystal-blue eyes glittering softly with affectionate amusement, and his raven-black hair elegantly tied back, falling over broad, sculpted shoulders.

Malik took note of his eye color no longer being brown, but didn't comment on it.

The steam around them accentuated Haku's finely honed physique, revealing the graceful curves of lean muscle—strong yet delicately defined. Malik couldn't help but admire him openly, appreciating the contrast between them—his own round, soft body cradled lovingly by Haku's more athletic form.

Haku's gaze met Malik's with quiet intensity, tenderness mingled with a playful glint. "I missed having moments like this," he confessed quietly, gently stroking Malik's cheek with his thumb. "Let me wash your back?"

Malik smiled, a soft blush dusting his cheeks as he nodded, touched by the genuine affection and longing in Haku's voice. "Please."

Carefully guiding Malik toward the central bath—a pool of crystalline water heated perfectly by hidden springs—Haku helped him step into the warm embrace of liquid luxury. Malik settled against the stone ledge, sighing blissfully as warmth seeped deep into his muscles, loosening any remaining tension.

Haku followed gracefully, dipping a soft cloth into the water, delicately tracing circles across Malik's broad back and shoulders. Malik melted beneath his lover's gentle ministrations, his breath coming slower, deeper. Haku's fingers moved carefully, tracing subtle patterns over Malik's smooth skin, lingering along his shoulders, down his spine.

"The secret to this bath," Haku explained softly, his voice gently musical, "is to surrender completely. Let the heat soften you, and let the cold awaken your senses." He paused, pressing another kiss softly against Malik's neck. "It's balance, harmony."

Malik hummed softly in agreement, tilting his head slightly to allow Haku greater access. "It feels amazing," he murmured lazily, eyes half-lidded. "Everything here… feels perfect with you."

Haku's fingers traced lower, gently massaging Malik's lower back. "It's been too long," he whispered softly, "since we had this—just us, quiet, together. It's precious."

Malik turned slowly, facing Haku fully. Their eyes locked, tenderness and longing mirrored perfectly in the steam-shrouded space between them. "I'm sorry for making you wait," Malik murmured softly. "You deserved better."

Haku's expression softened further, filled with love, gentle humor, and deep understanding. He cupped Malik's cheek tenderly. "You're worth every second."

Their lips met slowly, softly—tender, intimate, and deeply meaningful. It was not rushed, nor desperate; it was a careful rediscovery of each other, a gentle reaffirmation of love. Malik wrapped his arms around Haku, pressing their bodies close, savoring the sensation of bare skin, shared warmth, and whispered promises.

They lingered in the water, wrapped in each other's embrace, whispering quiet words of affection, planning their day, laughing softly at shared memories. It was a morning of rediscovery, a morning that belonged entirely to them—a sanctuary of quiet joy carved from mist and stone.

As dawn fully broke beyond the mountain, Malik sighed blissfully, knowing with absolute certainty—

This had been worth waking up early for.

Warm steam curled around Malik and Haku, cloaking them gently in a soft, shimmering veil as they relaxed side by side on the smooth, polished stones of the bath. Their towels were loosely draped around their waists, droplets of moisture trickling lazily down their bodies, mingling with the condensation on their skin. The cavern around them pulsed quietly with the rhythm of hidden currents, a dance between cool mountain air and the soothing heat radiating from beneath.

Malik let his head fall gently back, releasing a long, contented sigh. His body felt blissfully weightless, every muscle loosened by the warm, soothing embrace of the spring. Slowly opening his eyes, he glanced toward Haku, studying his fiancé's tranquil expression. In the gentle glow of the chakra-infused lanterns, Haku's delicate features held an ethereal quality, his smooth porcelain skin practically glowing from within. But something drew Malik's gaze specifically—the captivating shift in Haku's eyes, now a brilliant, piercing crystal blue, luminous as polished ice.

Malik tilted his head slightly, curiosity mingling warmly with affectionate pride. "You've changed," he murmured softly, drawing Haku's attention with a gentle smile. "You always were stunning, but there's something new about you." He leaned in closer, admiring the intricate hues of Haku's eyes. "These eyes… they're gorgeous. They weren't always this icy blue. This has to be related to your training here with the Yuki clan, right?"

Haku returned Malik's gaze with a quiet chuckle, the warmth in his smile highlighting the delicate blush dusting his cheeks. "You've always had such sharp eyes," he teased gently, placing a hand tenderly on Malik's knee, fingers tracing slow circles. "But yes. My bloodline's kekkei genkai, our Ice Release… training among the Yuki clan here in Hyōsetsumura has strengthened it tremendously. It's awakened something deeper in me, an ancestral resonance."

Malik's eyes sparkled with genuine admiration and intrigue. "I can sense it," he murmured, voice thoughtful, fingers brushing tenderly against Haku's chin. "You're not just stronger, though—there's more going on here."

Haku tilted his head, a soft, amused smile playing across his lips. Malik leaned even closer, pausing only inches from Haku's face, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Let me investigate a bit further."

Haku didn't shy away, simply offering a small, inviting nod and a knowing smirk, intrigued by Malik's playfulness. Malik gently inhaled Haku's scent—clean, subtle, mingled with frost flowers and something deeper, more mystical. He laughed softly, "Hmm… well, you've certainly gotten cuter, but—"

He stood abruptly, catching Haku off guard. Before Haku could react, Malik took his fiancé's hand, gently tugging him to his feet. Haku rose gracefully, puzzled yet amused—until Malik swiftly stepped behind him, eyes dropping playfully downward.

"Ah-ha," Malik declared with gleeful triumph, hands lightly resting on Haku's hips, his voice a blend of amusement and fond surprise. "This—your butt, my love—it's definitely grown bigger and bouncier. Considerably so, I might add. Have the Frostbound Owls been secretly teaching you some specialized exercise?"

Haku's cheeks flushed deeply, embarrassment mingling with amusement. He gave Malik an exasperated yet undeniably fond look, swiftly dropping back down onto the rock, causing a noticeable bounce beneath his towel that made Malik's grin widen considerably. "Malik!" Haku scolded softly, voice tinted with affectionate reproach, though the warmth in his eyes betrayed his joy at the teasing.

Laughing softly, Malik settled beside him again, gently nudging Haku's shoulder with his own. "Sorry, couldn't resist. Your blush is too adorable."

Haku sighed softly, shaking his head, but a smile lingered, gentle and genuine. He glanced thoughtfully toward the swirling steam, clearly gathering his thoughts. "There's actually something else, Malik," he began softly, voice growing serious yet filled with quiet excitement. "It's not only the Yuki clan that's been teaching me."

Malik turned toward him, eyes widening slightly in curiosity. "Oh? Is there a deeper mystery here, my sweet snow rabbit?"

Haku's expression shifted, earnest and slightly bashful, his crystalline eyes meeting Malik's warmly. "I've been training under the Frostbound Owls. Specifically… their Sage Arts."

Malik felt his eyebrows rise, genuine astonishment overtaking his playful demeanor. "Wait, Sage Arts? Like, true Sage training?"

Haku nodded slowly, his gaze clear and steady. "Yes. The Frostbound Owls possess ancient techniques—Sage Arts deeply connected with ice, wind, and spiritual harmony. They saw potential in my chakra and lineage. They offered to train me."

Malik absorbed this quietly, his excitement tempered slightly by cautious understanding. "And this includes a form of Sage Mode, doesn't it?"

"It does," Haku confirmed, his voice gentle but resolute. "It's a slow process. One of careful balance, harmony, and complete surrender to nature. The Owl Sages have been guiding me closely, teaching me how to truly hear the whispers of ice and wind—to merge my chakra seamlessly with the natural energy surrounding this mountain."

Malik watched him intently, pride swelling warmly in his chest. He understood deeply what such rigorous training meant. "That's incredible, Haku," he whispered softly, sincere admiration evident in every word. "It suits you perfectly. You've always carried grace and strength quietly within you."

Haku took Malik's hand, his expression tender yet a hint of anxiety lingered beneath. "Thank you," he said softly, then hesitated slightly. "But… there is something else you must know."

Malik met his gaze, heart suddenly wary. "Go on, Haku. Whatever it is, I'm here."

Haku's fingers tightened gently around Malik's hand, voice quiet, yet firm. "To fully complete my Sage training, to master the true Sage Mode of the Frostbound Owls, I'll have to remain here—in Hyōsetsumura—for at least two more years."

Malik's smile froze momentarily, eyes widening slightly before he carefully controlled his reaction. Two years. It felt like an eternity, especially after how long they had already been apart. Yet he quickly composed himself, forcing a genuine, supportive smile back into place, even as his chest ached slightly.

"I understand," Malik said softly, squeezing Haku's hand reassuringly. "Sage training isn't something to rush. It takes patience, precision, and absolute dedication. I get it."

Haku's eyes were soft, deeply aware of the sacrifice Malik was making. "I promise you, Malik—I'm not doing this to push you away. I want you to know that."

Malik immediately leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Haku's forehead, his voice unwavering and sincere. "I know, Haku. You never have to apologize for growing stronger, for embracing who you're meant to be. I'll always support you."

Haku's shoulders relaxed visibly, relief spreading through his gaze. He rested his forehead gently against Malik's, whispering, "Thank you. Truly."

Malik stroked Haku's cheek affectionately. "Two years will pass quickly," he murmured reassuringly. "And you'll become even more incredible than you already are."

Haku chuckled softly, leaning gratefully into Malik's touch. "I'll make sure to visit you, too. You'll never be far from my thoughts."

Malik smiled warmly, genuinely comforted by Haku's earnestness. "And you'll always be in mine, snow rabbit. No matter the distance."

The two sat quietly, hands intertwined, hearts connected, wrapped gently in the soothing warmth of the bath. Malik silently committed every word, every emotion to memory, cherishing this peaceful moment of vulnerability and honesty.

Because even though two years apart felt long, Malik knew deep in his heart that love like theirs—the kind forged from sincerity, understanding, and gentle trust—would remain strong, no matter the miles, mountains, or magic separating them.

Malik's fingers traced lazy patterns against Haku's shoulder, his touch both comforting and teasing. "Two years, hmm?" he mused, tilting his head as he studied Haku's serene expression. "Well, my sweet snow rabbit, that means I'll have to make the most of every moment I have here with you."

Haku's lips curved upward, his hand tightening slightly around Malik's. "I suppose that's one way to look at it," he replied, his voice a soft murmur. "Though I suspect you'll find plenty of ways to keep yourself occupied, even when I'm training."

Malik chuckled, leaning in closer, his breath warm against Haku's ear. "Oh, I have no doubt," he whispered, his words laced with affection and playful intent. "But for now, let's focus on making every second count." Then Malik gently grabbed Haku's face and pulled it toward his, their lips meeting in a tender, deep kiss. Haku sighed softly into the embrace, his body relaxing against Malik's. The kiss lingered, a slow exploration of shared longing and affection. Haku's fingers curled against Malik's chest, tracing the soft smooth dark skin. Eventually, he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Malik's, his breath coming in soft, measured exhales. "I've missed this," he murmured, his words a quiet confession. Malik's eyes were gentle, his gaze holding nothing but adoration. "And I've missed you," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. His hands slid down Haku's arms, coming to rest on his hips, holding him close as if afraid he might disappear. Haku leaned into the touch, his body instinctively seeking the comfort of Malik's embrace. "Two years, can be a scary number," he whispered, the words laced with both longing and resolve. "But it's not forever."

 "I Think, more kisses will make me feel better," Malik said to Haku. Haku's eyes sparkled with amusement, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Is that so?" he murmured, his face mere inches from Malik's. "Well, in that case, I suppose we should make sure you feel as good as possible before I leave."

Without waiting for a response, Haku leaned in, capturing Malik's lips in a passionate kiss. His hands slid up Malik's chest, fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the embrace. Malik melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Haku's waist to pull him closer. The water around them ripples as they move, their bodies pressing together as if trying to merge into one.

Malik's hands trace down Haku's back, feeling the defined muscles beneath his skin. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along Haku's jaw to his ear. "Two years," he whispers, voice husky with emotion, "is a very long time." "I Think, more kisses will make me feel better," Malik told Haku Haku's lips quirk into a playful smile against Malik's skin. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his breath tickling Malik's ear. "Well, in that case, I suppose we should make sure you feel as good as possible before I leave."

Without waiting for a response, Haku leans in, capturing Malik's lips in a passionate kiss. His hands slide up Malik's chest, fingers tangling in his hair as he deepens the embrace. Malik melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Haku's waist to pull him closer. The water around them ripples as they move, their bodies pressing together as if trying to merge into one. Malik's hands trace down Haku's back, feeling the defined muscles beneath his skin. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along Haku's jaw to his ear. "Two years," he whispers, voice husky with emotion, "is a very long time." 

Malik stood Haku up and moved behind him, his hands gently caressing Haku's shoulders as he pressed close, his chest against Haku's back. Haku shivers at the contact, leaning back into Malik's embrace.

Malik's lips brush against Haku's neck, planting soft kisses along the sensitive skin. His hands slide down Haku's chest, fingers teasing the defined muscles of his abdomen. "You're so beautiful," Malik murmurs, his breath warm against Haku's ear. "I'm going to miss this, miss you." Haku turns his head slightly, catching Malik's lips in a brief, passionate kiss. "I'll miss you too," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "But we'll make it work. We have to." Malik nods, his forehead resting against Haku's temple. His hands continue their exploration, tracing the contours of Haku's body with tender precision. "We will," he agrees softly.

Malik's hand moved lower on Haku's body, reaching under Haku's towel, one found his growing erection, the other moved to his ass, hand sliding between his cheeks to slowly slide a finger into his anus, he started to massage Haku's sensitive prostate. Haku gasped softly, his body tensing for a moment before he relaxed into Malik's touch.

His head fell back against Malik's shoulder, exposing more of his neck as he let out a shaky breath. "Malik," he murmured, the sound equal parts plea and worship. The water around them sloshed gently as Haku's hips moved of their own accord, seeking more of Malik's skilled touch.

Malik's finger continued its slow, deliberate massage, his other hand gently stroking Haku's erection. He nuzzled against Haku's neck, placing soft kisses and gentle bites on the sensitive skin. "You feel so good," he whispered, his voice husky with desire and affection. "I want to make you feel even better before I have to leave."

Haku's breathing grew more ragged, his body quivering slightly as he neared the edge of his self-control. "Malik." "I wonder," Malik thought out loud, "If I can still make you cum hard and fast." Haku let out a breathy moan, his body arching into Malik's touch as he felt his control slipping away. "Please," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "I want you to."

Malik's movements became more deliberate, his finger continuing to massage Haku's prostate while his other hand stroked him faster.

He nuzzled into Haku's neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "Let go for me."

Haku's hips bucked in rhythm with Malik's touch, his breathing becoming more erratic. The water around them churned as he moved, his body tensing as he neared his peak. "Malik, I'm so close," he gasped out, his free hand gripping onto the edge of the stone around them for support.

Malik felt Haku's body tense, his muscles clenching around his finger. He increased his pace, his thumb circling the sensitive head of Haku's cock as he whispered encouragement in his ear. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel you."

Haku's body convulsed, a strangled moan escaping his lips as his orgasm hit. He thrust into Malik's hand, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Malik held him tightly, his finger still massaging his prostate as Haku's cock pulsed, spilling his release into the warm water.

Haku's head fell back against Malik's shoulder, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His hand came up to grip Malik's thigh, holding on as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. "Malik," he gasped, his voice hoarse with spent passion. As Haku's orgasm continues, his hips bucking into Malik's hand, thick ropes of cum spurt from his twitching cock. The water around them clouds with his release, each spasm more intense than the last. Malik's skilled fingers continue their gentle manipulation of Haku's prostate, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Once Haku's tremors subside, Malik slowly withdraws his finger from Haku's cock. He raises his hand, now slick with Haku's seed, to Haku's lips. Haku's eyes flutter open, a dazed expression of post-orgasmic bliss on his face. Without hesitation, he opens his mouth, allowing Malik to slide his fingers past his lips. Haku's tongue darts out, lapping at his own cum on Malik's fingers, savoring the salty taste.

Haku's eyes lock onto Malik's as he cleans his fingers, a mix of gratitude and adoration in his gaze. Malik removed himself from Haku, then he floated out of the water and sat on a smooth, large stone near them, Malik's large black cock tented under the towel he had on, and Malik waved to Haku, "Show me if you can still use that hot mouth of yours and take me deep and slow like you use too," Haku's eyes linger on the prominent bulge under Malik's towel, a mischievous glint entering his gaze.

He rises from the water, droplets cascading down his sculpted body as he moves towards Malik. Without a word, he kneels between Malik's legs, his hands coming to rest on Malik's thighs. His gaze meets Malik's, a silent promise of pleasure passing between them.

Haku's fingers curl around the edge of Malik's towel, slowly pulling it aside to reveal his thick, black cock. He lets out a soft, appreciative sigh, his breath hot against Malik's sensitive skin. Haku leans forward, his tongue darting out to tease the head of Malik's cock, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that has already formed.

He takes his time, savoring every inch as he envelops Malik in his warm, wet mouth. Haku's head bobs slowly, taking Malik deeper with each deliberate motion. His hands slide up Malik's thighs, gripping gently as he sets a steady, unhurried pace. The water around them ripples as he moves, droplets clinging to his skin and Malik's. Malik's breath hitches, his fingers tangling in Haku's wet hair as he lets out a low, appreciative groan.

"Haku," he murmurs, the sound thick with desire. "You're so good at this." Haku's eyes flicker up to meet Malik's gaze, a smile curving around the thick cock in his mouth. He hums in response, the vibrations sending pleasurable shivers through Malik's body. His throat relaxes, allowing him to take Malik even deeper.

The head of Malik's cock brushes against the back of Haku's throat, but he doesn't gag, his jaw relaxing as he swallows around the sensitive tip. Malik's hips twitch involuntarily, a soft moan escaping his lips as Haku's throat constricts around him. His fingers tighten in Haku's hair, not forcing him but holding him in place as he slowly thrusts shallowly. "That's it, baby," he whispers, his words strained with need. "Take it all for me."

Haku's eyes remain fixed on Malik's face, drinking in every expression of pleasure. He swallows again, his throat muscles working around the thick cock buried in his mouth. His hands slide higher, fingers tracing the defined lines of Malik's abdomen as he sets a steady, unhurried pace. The water around them ripples, droplets clinging to their skin as they move together. Malik's breathing grows heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he nears his peak. "Haku," he gasps, his words thick with emotion and desire. "I'm close. So close." Haku's eyes sparkle with intensity, his movements becoming more purposeful as he senses Malik's impending release.

He hollows his cheeks, sucking harder as his head bobs faster, taking Malik deeper with each stroke. His hands grip Malik's thighs, anchoring himself as he focuses on bringing Malik to the edge of pleasure. The water around them churns, droplets flying as Haku's enthusiasm grows. Malik's body tenses, his muscles coiling as he nears the point of no return. His fingers tighten in Haku's hair, guiding him with gentle pressure. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice strained with longing. "I'm going to cum. Cum for you."

With a final, deep thrust, Malik's hips buck sharply as his orgasm hits. Thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock, coating Haku's tongue and the back of his throat. Haku swallows eagerly, his throat working to take in every drop of Malik's release. His eyes water slightly from the intensity, but he keeps his gaze locked on Malik's, drinking in the expressions of ecstasy that cross his face. As Malik's hips continue to twitch, Haku's tongue swirls around the sensitive head of his cock, drawing out the last pulses of his orgasm.

When Malik finally stills, Haku gently pulls back, his lips glistening with saliva and remnants of Malik's cum. He runs his tongue along his lips, savoring the taste before nuzzling against Malik's thigh. His hand comes up to stroke Malik's softening cock, massaging it gently as he gazes up at his lover with adoration and pride. Malik's chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath, one hand still tangled in Haku's hair while the other rests on his thigh. Malik's cock twitches in Haku's gentle grip, a final spurt of cum erupting from the tip. Haku watches with rapt attention as the thick, white stream arcs through the air, landing with a soft plop on his cheek. His eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across his face. Without hesitation, he turns his head, allowing another shot of cum to splatter across his lips and chin. The warm, sticky fluid coats his skin, glistening in the steamy air of the bathhouse.

Haku's tongue darts out, licking a stripe up his chin to catch the stray drops of cum. His eyes never leave Malik's face, drinking in the intense pleasure etched on his features. As Malik's cock gives one last weak jerk, Haku opens his mouth, his tongue poised and ready. The final trickle of cum dribbles from Malik's cock, landing perfectly on Haku's waiting tongue. He swirls it around, savoring the salty taste as he gathers every last drop. Haku's throat works as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. He keeps his mouth open, panting slightly, cum glistening on his tongue and lips.

Haku closes his eyes, a look of pure bliss on his face as he licks his lips again, determined to catch any trace of Malik's release. He nuzzles against Malik's thigh, his face sticky with cum, but he makes no move to wipe it off. Instead, he runs his tongue along the softening length of Malik's cock, lapping up any remaining traces of semen. His free hand strokes gently, coaxing out a few last drops that he catches eagerly on his tongue.

Haku rises to his feet, his pale, slender cock fully erect and glistening with water droplets. It's a striking contrast to Malik's thick, dark member - Haku's is smaller, with a delicate curve to its shaft. The head is flushed a soft pink, slightly swollen and dripping with pre-cum that mixes with the bath water. A fine trail of dark hair leads down from his navel to his groin, where it forms a small, neat patch surrounding the base of his cock.

As he turns, Haku presents his firm, round ass to Malik. It's high and tight, with a natural bounce that catches the light in the steamy bath. His pale skin is flawless, the muscles of his glutes well-defined but soft to the touch.

A thin line of hair runs down the center of his ass, leading to the puckered hole below. "Get on all fours, it's time I take you from behind," he told Haku as he made Haku's ass cheeks bounce. Haku shivers at the command, his muscles tensing as he slowly lowers himself to his hands and knees in the warm water. The droplets cling to his skin, accentuating his lithe form.

He arches his back, presenting himself fully to Malik, his ass high and his head lowered. Water ripples around them, steam rising to create a misty veil. Malik watches, transfixed by the sight of Haku's exposed body. His own cock, though spent, twitches with renewed interest. He reaches for a nearby bottle of oil, its contents glowing in the dim light. He pours a generous amount onto his palm, warming it between his hands before applying it to his cock. The slick fluid coats his shaft, his fingers working it into every crevice as he readies himself. With his free hand, he parts Haku's ass cheeks, revealing the tight, pink hole nestled between.

He circles it gently with a finger, feeling the muscles contract beneath his touch. Haku whimpers softly, his body quivering with need. Malik presses the tip of his cock against Haku's entrance, feeling the heat radiate from his body. He pushes forward slowly, his thick head breaching the tight ring of muscles. Haku gasps, his fingers curling into the bath's edge as he struggles to accommodate Malik's girth.

The water around them ripples, droplets flying as Haku's body undulates. Malik's hands grip Haku's hips, holding him steady as he eases deeper. Each thrust sends ripples through the water, steam rising in thick clouds around their entwined forms. Haku's muscles clench around Malik's cock, drawing a groan of pleasure from both men. Their bodies move in perfect sync, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the bathhouse.

The warm water of the bathhouse swirls around their joined bodies, lapping at their skin as Malik thrusts deeper into Haku. His thick cock slides in easily now, Haku's tight hole stretched around him. Haku's body trembles, his muscles contracting and relaxing in rhythmic pulses. The slick sounds of their coupling fill the air, mingling with their labored breathing and the gentle lapping of the water.

Malik's hands grip Haku's hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he drives himself in and out. Each thrust pushes Haku forward, his hands slipping slightly on the smooth edge of the bath. Haku's cock bobs beneath him, semi-erect and rubbing against the bath's edge with every movement. Precum and bathwater create a frothy mixture on the surface, mixing with the droplets that cling to their skin. "Haku, you're tighter than sinner," Malik almost whispered.

Malik's words send a visible shiver through Haku's body, his tight hole clenching around Malik's thick cock. "You feel so good, I can't... I can't hold back," Haku gasps, his head lolling to one side as he struggles to speak between ragged breaths. The water sloshes around them, rising higher as their movements grow more fervent. Haku's cock, previously semi-erect, now stands fully rigid, bobbing beneath him and leaving a trail of pre-cum in the water.

Malik's thrusts grow deeper, more forceful, his hips snapping against Haku's ass with a wet, rhythmic slap. The bathwater churns around them, steam rising in thick clouds as their bodies move in perfect sync.

Haku's fingers curl tightly around the edge of the bath, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on. "Malik, I'm so close." "Me too, I never could last long inside you!" Haku's muscles tense, his back arching as he nears his peak. Malik's thrusts become erratic, his own release rapidly approaching. The water around them froths and churns, steam rising in thick clouds. "Haku, cum for me!"

Malik's command is strained, his own orgasm imminent. Haku's body shudders violently, his cock pulsing beneath him as he releases a thick stream of cum into the bathwater. The warm fluid dissipates, mixing with the rippling surface.

Malik feels Haku's tight muscles clench around him, the intense pressure pushing him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, Malik buries himself fully inside Haku, his cock pulsing as he releases his seed.

The water around them grows cloudy with their combined releases, steam rising in thick clouds. Their bodies tremble, muscles twitching as aftershocks roll through them. "I got one more in me, how about you?" Malik asked his voice low and soft. Haku, still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, turns his head to look at Malik with heavy-lidded eyes. A soft moan escapes his lips as he feels Malik's still-hard cock twitch inside him. "I... I think I might be able to," he gasps, his voice husky with exertion.

The steam from the bath swirls around them, clinging to their sweat-slicked skin as Haku shifts his position slightly. He pushes back against Malik, the movement causing his tight hole to clench around Malik's cock. "God, you feel so good inside me," he whimpers, his hands sliding on the edge of the bath as he struggles to maintain his balance.

Malik's hands grip Haku's hips tighter, pulling him back onto his cock with slow, deliberate thrusts.

The water sloshes around them, lapping at their skin as they move. "That's it, take all of me." Malik's thick cock slides in and out of Haku's tight hole, the water rippling around their joined bodies. Haku moans softly, his head falling forward as he basks in the intense pleasure. His ass pushes back against Malik, taking him deeper with each thrust. The slick sounds of their coupling fill the bathhouse, mingling with their ragged breaths and the gentle lapping of water.

Haku's muscles contract rhythmically around Malik's shaft, drawing a groan of pleasure from both men. His cock, still hard from their previous climax, bobs beneath him, leaving a trail of pre-cum in the churning bathwater. "You're so tight," Malik growls, his hips snapping forward to drive himself deeper into Haku's ass. Haku's fingers clutch at the edge of the bath, his knuckles white as he braces himself against the force of Malik's thrusts.