The Professor Male Lead (4)

Arthur was described as having extreme self-control which only the female lead could break in the plot.

He was 193 I'm tall and was a huge athletic junkie after realizing that athletics get scholarships as well.

The high intensity workout all year had honed his muscles to be well-proportioned.

Arthur at this moment Arthur was only 25 and hadn't encountered the female lead at the University.

The two people were squeezed in the tub. Arthur's tall body made the entire tub space seem extremely narrow so the distance between the two was also really close.

As if he was enchanted, Lance reached out his hand and gripped Arthur's biceps.

"It's so tough, Arthy, not at all like my soft chest…"

The man's ignorant sigh exploded beside Arthur's ear, calling him back to his senses and he quickly flinched back from Lance's touch.

However, the tub originally wasn't big so before going any farther, he had already reached the end.

Although Lance's grip didn't use much strength, both hands gripped it firmly. 

As he retreated, different to what he wanted, Lance's hands ended up slipping from his chest to his pants.

"Eh, why are you still wearing your pants, Arthy?"

Lance wondered while trying to pull Arthur's pants down.

At this time, the posture of two people seemed a bit odd.

Arthur stood inside of the bathtub, his hands propped on the walls above the tub.

At this moment, his pants that were still being "heartlessly" grabbed by Lance, started to gradually lower.

"Lancelot, stop! I said stop right now!"

What the hell was this situation!

"Ah, am I hurting you?"

Lance heard Arthur's voice and hurriedly stopped his hands before squatting down, facing Arthur's wet pants and inspecting them closely.

Arthur raised his hand and brushed his face, trying his best to control his anger and sternly told Lance.

"Lancelot. It's time for bed."

Lance was dumbfounded.

As expected, he wasn't the female lead so he didn't have any ability to charm people. 

The male lead didn't find his concern at all heart-warming, he was rather furious! Lance told himself not to be unhappy and try harder.

He used his hands and feet to climb onto Arthur's body, skillfully wrapping his legs around Arthur's waist.

The man's weight rubbed across his private making Arthur shudder for a moment.

"Then let's quickly go and have a good sleep!"

Arthur felt his lower body about to blow up as a result of Lance's careless behaviour and the way his cock rubbed against his soft backside.

"Arthur! Arthy? Let's go?"

Arthur heard Lance's inquiry and felt his lost control gradually returning.

He held Lance's butt to securely hold him and said with a hoarse voice. "Alright. Lancelot, hold tight."

This couldn't continue any longer.

However, in the next second, Lance's behavior made him lose control again.

Lance turned forward, the tip of his nose only a few centimeters away from Arthur's face.

While he was speaking, his breath gently blew on his face, causing Arthur's lips to twitch twice.

"Arthy, you are so handsome up this close~."

Arthur was currently using all his willpower to control himself from not teaching his new roommate on how to behave with a stranger.

"Lance, you are a responsible adult. You must never get drunk with strangers, do you understand?"

There were so many perverts in this world, Arthur felt that he had to keep a good eye on this naive little roommate.

"Okay! I'll only drink with Arthy.." Lance spoke thoughtlessly..

Back when Arthur was in his early twenties, he would always ignore the drunk friends that needed to be taken care of, not because of lack of empathy.

But, the nonsensical mumbling, drools and continuous drinking. It made him feel disgusted. 

But Lance was different.

Without the disgusting drools and begging for another drink look.

Lance's face looked the same as his character, 'straight' and naive.

Lance suddenly touched his face, his fingers rubbing over the transparent soap bubbles stuck on top of his face.

Then his eyes widened. "Arthy, what is this?"

That's the soap you rubbed on me, drunky.

Arthur was once again in between tears and laughter towards Lance's stupidity.

He was currently pondering over whether he should look for a new house when he saw Lance part his lips and extend his pink tongue.

Then.

As he placed his finger that had rubbed the soap of his face near the tip of his tongue, he licked it up.

"Yuck, it doesn't taste good."

Lance stuck his tongue out in dislike.

He had never known that his own self-control was this bad.

It's not that he never had girls who approached him. He also wasn't a little kid who didn't know what his sexuality was.

It was just that he had never liked any girl before. Usually, his work would let him vent enough energy that he rarely had to relieve himself.

Was it possible that he hadn't released for too long?

He couldn't help but bury into Lance's soft shoulder, taking a deep breath in.

His nose was filled with the smell of soap and flowers and to his surprise, he couldn't control himself and licked him.

Feeling the body in his embrace tremble, Arthur pursed his lips in regret and quickly picked up the pace of reaching Lance's room.