[ Hellboy's seeking fingertips find the hem of that shirt, lifting it up a little so he can stroke gently over Jacob's ass, the warm rise and fall of muscle and damp skin, and down to the back of his thigh. His gaze rests on the younger man's face, wondering at the source of his smile. ]
You wanna get cleaned up? We can go in the shower together. Save water.
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You wanna get cleaned up? We can go in the shower together. Save water.