Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 130: Elyon Eilbanise (Part 3)

"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.

"Let’s wash each other while we’re at it."

"W-wait, what?"

This was turning out to be more enjoyable than Damien had expected.

...

In the wash area, Damien poured warm water over Elyon’s shoulders. "Is it too hot?"

"No, it’s just right," Elyon replied, nodding.

Seeing he was comfortable, Damien continued to rinse Elyon and himself. Elyon, still holding Damien’s penis even as they moved, didn’t seem to notice. Damien had to wonder if he’d grown fond of it.

He figured he’d bring it up later to see Elyon’s flustered reaction.

"Okay, time to wash you," Damien announced.

"R-right..." Elyon replied, somewhat stiffly.

Damien soaped up his hands and began gently massaging Elyon’s body.

"Wait—aren’t you going to use a cloth?!" Elyon protested, taken aback.

"I told you, I’m washing you," Damien said casually, ignoring his objections and running his soapy hands down Elyon’s side.

"Stop, that tickles! Don’t you have a washcloth?" Elyon asked, flustered.

"It’s bad for your skin," Damien replied, dismissing the idea as he continued, thoroughly washing Elyon’s delicate frame.

Damien wasn’t interested in washing Elyon through a cloth. Where was the fun in that?

"W-wait, that’s not what I meant—ahh!" Elyon squeaked, his voice escaping in a surprised, adorable tone as Damien brushed over his nipple.

Damien couldn’t help but smile. He decided to keep up the gentle teasing, focusing on washing that sensitive spot.

"Stop—ah! D-don’t pinch—hah, nooo!" Elyon protested, but Damien noted he didn’t pull away.

This was genuinely fun. But, he reminded himself, he couldn’t spend all day playing around, so he eventually returned to washing more thoroughly.

"Yes... yes, right. Wash properly, like I said," Elyon muttered, a faint blush lingering. It seemed he’d given up on the washcloth issue.

Damien smirked to himself. Elyon was surprisingly easy to convince.

He finished washing Elyon’s upper body, gently tickling his sides, then moved on to his legs and backside—each area bringing out those cute little gasps. Finally, all that was left was the front, but... Damien hesitated.

"Just checking, Ely—have you ever, you know, retracted?"

"Retracted? What does that mean?"

Wait... was he serious?

"Have you ever pulled back your foreskin?"

Elyon’s face flushed a deep red. "W-what? Wh-why would that matter?!"

Damien’s eyes widened; he was genuinely shocked. How could Elyon not know this, even after 600 years of life?

"Ely, to stay clean for... well, for being intimate, it’s important to clean under the foreskin, too," Damien explained gently.

"Wait, really?" Elyon looked at him with an expression of genuine surprise and confusion.

Damien nodded. "Yes, and not just for that. You should wash it regularly to prevent infections or other issues."

Elyon gave him a skeptical look. "But we elves don’t get diseases or infections..."

Damien couldn’t help but marvel. Elves really were something else.

"Even if you don’t get sick, you should still keep everything clean; otherwise, your partner might be put off."

At that, Elyon’s face turned pale. Damien wondered for a moment what had caused this sudden shift—had Elyon worried Damien would be put off?

In truth, Damien wasn’t too concerned. As far as he was concerned, if Elyon was this adorable, he could handle just about anything.

"I... I think I can pull it back! At least, I tried to once a long time ago. It hurt, though," Elyon admitted, sounding uncertain.

Ah, that first time was usually uncomfortable, Damien thought, but if Elyon had managed it before, it should be fine.

He knelt down in front of Elyon, who looked at him in surprise. "What... what are you doing?"

"I’ll help you get clean," Damien replied, gently holding Elyon’s hand. Elyon didn’t seem embarrassed, looking instead with wide, expectant eyes as Damien carefully took hold of him. Elyon’s slight shift forward suggested he might even be expecting a bit more than a simple wash.

Well, Damien would oblige in time, but for now, he would start with the basics. Watching Elyon’s expression closely, he began to gently pull back the foreskin, making sure to avoid causing any discomfort.

"Oh... wow," Damien muttered involuntarily as he saw the accumulated grime, the smell immediately reaching him. Clearly, Elyon had never been cleaned properly here before.

"This is pretty dirty," Damien said, considering whether soap would be too harsh on such a sensitive area.

Just then, drops began to fall onto his hand, several landing in quick succession. Looking up in surprise, he realized Elyon was crying.

"What? Ely, what’s wrong?" he asked, then immediately understood. He’d been too blunt, and his comment must have struck Elyon harder than he’d intended.

Damien acted quickly, deciding to take a different approach. Leaning forward, he took Elyon’s penis into his mouth, aiming to help cleanse his penis as gently as possible.

"Wh-what...? Ahhh!" Elyon gasped, overcome by the sensation as Damien’s tongue worked gently but thoroughly.

"Does that feel alright?" Damien asked, his voice soft, careful not to cause any discomfort. He wanted Elyon to feel at ease. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

With his eyes squeezed shut, Elyon seemed to be enduring something, yet he nodded his head repeatedly, suggesting he was okay.

Seeing this, Damien resumed, taking Elyon’s penis back in his mouth.