The plates sat mostly empty on the low table in front of the sofa, but none of them moved to clear them. Stan kept his arms wrapped securely around both women, their warm bodies pressed against his sides and thighs.
Sophie’s head rested on his shoulder, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest through the open front of his shirt. Maya had one leg draped over his, her hand resting high on his other thigh, occasionally giving a gentle squeeze.
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting everything in a golden, contented glow.
For a while they simply existed like that, trading slow kisses, soft laughter, and quiet words about how perfect the night and morning had felt.
But eventually Stan let out a slow breath, his voice low and reluctant.
"I hate to ruin the mood," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Sophie’s head, then Maya’s. "But I have to leave soon. I’ve got an important meeting this afternoon... and some business that won’t wait."
The shift in the air was immediate.
Sophie lifted her head, her bottom lip pushing out in a soft, genuine pout. Her eyes, still a little glassy from the intimacy they’d shared, searched his face.
"Already?" she whispered, voice small and disappointed. She curled tighter against him, one hand fisting lightly in his shirt like she could anchor him there.
Maya’s reaction was more dramatic but no less heartfelt. She turned fully toward him on his lap, straddling his thigh properly now, and gave him the most dramatic, exaggerated pout, lower lip jutting out, eyes wide and pleading.
"Nooo," she whined softly, though there was real emotion beneath the playfulness. She leaned in and nuzzled his neck, pressing a series of quick, needy kisses along his jaw. "Its been so long since I’ve had a genuine moment with you, and after last night? You’re really going to leave us like this?"
Stan’s chest tightened with affection and regret. He cupped Maya’s face with one hand and pulled Sophie closer with the other, kissing them both in turn, slow, reassuring presses of his lips.
"I don’t want to," he admitted, voice rough with feeling. "Last night was... everything. Waking up to both of you cooking for me, sitting here like this... I’d stay forever if I could. But I’ll be back soon. I promise."
Sophie’s pout softened into something more tender. She kissed the center of his chest, right over his heart. "We know you have responsibilities. We just... we love having you here. Both of us. It feels right when you’re between us."
Maya nodded, her pout melting into a small, loving smile even as she stayed pressed against him.
"Fine. But you don’t get to leave without us saying a proper goodbye." She exchanged a quick glance with Sophie ...
"Come on," Sophie said, tugging gently but insistently. "Bathroom. Now."
Maya grinned, already pulling him toward the hallway. "We’re not letting you go like that. You’re getting the full treatment before you leave."
Stan let them drag him, their hands warm and determined in his, laughing softly as they led him down the hall to the spacious master bathroom.
The room was luxurious: a large sunken bathtub big enough for three, separate glass shower, warm lighting, and shelves of expensive oils and soaps.
They didn’t waste time. Maya turned on the taps while Sophie helped him out of his boxers and shirt.
Soon the tub was filled with steaming water, a light layer of bubbles from the scented oil Maya poured in. The air grew thick with the warm, relaxing scent of lavender and something woodsy.
Stan stepped into the tub first and sank down with a low groan of pleasure, the hot water enveloping his sore, satisfied body. Sophie slid in on his left, Maya on his right. The water rose around them, lapping at their skin. Both women immediately pressed close, Sophie’s soft breasts brushing his arm, Maya’s thigh sliding against his under the water.
They started with the sponges.
Sophie took one first, soaking it thoroughly before bringing it to his chest.
She moved slowly, reverently, dragging the soft, soapy sponge across his pectorals in long, gentle strokes. Her other hand followed, bare palm tracing the hard lines of his muscles, over his shoulders, down his biceps, feeling every ridge and dip with open appreciation.
"You’re so strong," she murmured, voice soft and full of emotion. "These arms... the way you carried both of us last night like we weighed nothing. I love feeling them."
She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then continued sponging, the warm water and soap making everything slick and intimate.
Maya wasn’t idle. She took the second sponge and focused on his other side, mirroring Sophie’s movements but adding her own flair, slower circles over his abs, dipping lower to trace the deep V-lines that disappeared beneath the water.
Her free hand roamed freely, fingertips gliding over his wet skin, exploring every hard plane and corded muscle like she was memorizing him before he left.
"You feel so good under our hands," Maya whispered, leaning close to kiss the side of his neck. "All this power... and you let us take care of you. It makes me feel so special." Her sponge moved lower, brushing teasingly along his lower stomach, while her other hand slid down one of his thighs, squeezing the thick muscle there.
Stan let out a deep, relaxed groan, head tipping back against the edge of the tub. The combination of the hot water, their soft hands, and the emotional weight of their touches was melting him from the inside out. "You two are going to make it impossible for me to leave," he murmured, voice already roughening.
They worked in tandem, sometimes both sponging him at once, sometimes one focusing on his upper body while the other massaged lower. Their hands traced every inch: the broad expanse of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the powerful lines of his arms and shoulders.