**Chapter 22: Uncharted Depths**

As the sensations subsided, Jason's body relaxed, his muscles releasing the tension that had been building for what felt like an eternity. Sangwoo's movements slowed, and then stopped, his chest heaving with exertion as he gazed down at Jason with a look of fierce satisfaction. Jason's eyes met Sangwoo's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with the weight of what had just transpired. And then, in a movement that caught Jason off guard, Sangwoo leaned forward, his lips brushing against Jason's in a gentle kiss. Jason's mind reeled as he felt Sangwoo's tongue probe the contours of his mouth, but to his own surprise, he found himself kissing back. The sensation was jarring, yet exhilarating, and Jason felt a spark of electricity run through his body as he wrapped his arms around Sangwoo's neck, deepening the kiss. Sangwoo pulled back, a look of wonder on his face, and gazed at Jason with an expression of admiration. "My little puppy, you're a natural," he cooed, his voice dripping with affection. "My sweet kitten, you're so beautiful when you're like this." Jason felt a flush rise to his cheeks as Sangwoo continued to praise him, using the pet names he had coined for him. As Sangwoo's words washed over him, Jason felt a sense of disorientation, as if his mind was still reeling from the recent activity. He was sore, numb, and yet, strangely fulfilled. Sangwoo seemed to sense his fatigue, and after a few more minutes, he pulled out of Jason's body, and disappeared into the connected bathroom. Jason lay there, his mind hazy, as he heard the sound of water running in the background. He was vaguely aware of Sangwoo's movements, and the occasional murmur of his voice, but it was all distant, muffled. After what felt like an eternity, Sangwoo reappeared, a look of satisfaction on his face. "The bath is ready," he said, his voice low and husky. And then, in a movement that was both gentle and intimate, Sangwoo scooped Jason up in his arms, and carried him into the bathroom. The warm water enveloped them, a soothing balm for Jason's battered body. Sangwoo sat down, Jason's back to him, and rested his head on top of Jason's, his arms wrapping around Jason's waist. As they sat there, surrounded by the warm, soothing water, Jason felt his mind begin to clear, his thoughts untangling, like the gentle unwinding of a knot. He was aware of Sangwoo's breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and the warmth of his body, pressed against his back. It was a strange, yet comforting sensation, and Jason felt himself relax, his body melting into Sangwoo's, as they sat there, suspended in the warm, golden water.