[ He finishes peeling out of the last of his clothing, stepping carefully over the edge of the tub, bracing one hand against the tile. His knees feel queerly loose, limbs heavy, sore all over, particularly his backside, flushed rosy from strapping across his cheeks and bruised down the backs of his thighs crusted with mess.]
I'll... be okay, I think? Just... be softer with me, than we normally would... please. [He adds faintly, folding his forearms against the wall and leaning his forehead against them, voice twinged wary with shame. It's a new feeling, this strange exhaustion, an opennesss to being tended to, instead of tweezed apart. The lip-gnawing awareness of being filthy, and far too trusting, too exploratory.
But it's comforting, that Iwai sounds far more understanding than he did while toying with threats over the phone. Something catches in his chest, with gratitude ]
I'm not gonna make you do anythin' you don't want to tonight, okay?
[He does get the shower head ready though. And slowly, the long tube pushes just inside of Ienzo and turns on slowly to room temperature water to help clear him out.]
But we're gonna get you clean first before anythin' else. So just breathe. I gotcha.
[ He knows what's coming, has known dimly, from the moment he saw Iwai take the shower attachment into his hands from the corner of his eye.
Even so the feel of it surprises him, and he flinches slightly at the first nudge of intrusion, jostling the still-flowing nozzle out of place, water sluicing across his taint and dribbling down the back of his legs.
Ienzo mutters an embarassed apology, bowing his head, feet turning in pidgeon-toed to change the rotation in his hips to let his spoiled entrance gape open, making another plaintive whimper which echoes in the small tiled space.
He breathes when Iwai instructs him, in and out deeply, gulps audibly, trying for steadiness. He doesn't want another round of strangely floaty detachment, of spacing out so deeply that he's barely aware of what's happening to him.]
Shh- shouldn't I be lying down for this? [ He asks in a strangely small voice, sounding uncertain. The water gurgles steadily up into his insides. The abused ring of muscle clings weakly around the nozzle, to try and retain it.] Get on all fours, or something?
Y'know, I hear that a lot, but in order to really get y'cleaned out, you need to be standing.
[He pulls the wand out after a moment to let things sort of slosh out. Rubbing Ienzo's back while humming.]
Cause if you're on your hands and knees, it's not really gonna go all the places it needs to and it can get stuck up there. And if y'hate the feelin' of cum in ya, you'll hate the feelin' of water even worse. Especially if you put clothes back on and go to do anything.
[After the water sloshes out, he pushes the wand back up inside with a low, steady hum, rubbing his back again.]
[ You hear that a lot? Ienzo peers questioningly over his shoulder, squinting slightly, as if to ask how many sorry first timers do you wind up looking after like this?
But he's not about to complain, no matter how weird this feels, because Iwai's hand at his back seems to steady him from the edge of panicking all over again.
Instead he gives a strange, soft, hysterical giggle, between stifled sniffles. What a strange position to find himself in.] What to you mean, it gets stuck?
[His shoulders soften in surrender and he puts his forehead to the cool of the wall again, trying to steady his breath, one hand pressing at his abdomen. He finds himself holding his breath, embarassed, bile threatening the back of his throat. It feels funny, cramped, and it feels even uglier in the tub around his bare ankles when he clings to the soap dish for balance and crouches to let it all rush out.]
Yeah, if you're on your hands and knees, the water doesn't always have a direction. Think 'bout water on somethin' flat. If there's no incline, it ain't gonna go anywhere, right? And even if y'turn it on it's side, some water can stick 'round.
[He keeps rubbing that back as he pushes the wand in a bit further to clean up the insides a bit more before pulling it right back out again to let all the water slosh out in a rush.]
Mmm, probably not. I'll rub some lotion on you, and you'll be good as new.
[He mutters thickly, croaking, letting the hose flood up his insides with its queer, heavy, lukewarm pressure. Trying not to wonder how many people might've gotten in on breaking him in while he was barely conscious of it. He's fairly certain it was more than just the guy whose lap he'd ended up on. Or the other one who would have tried to take him home, if he hadn't had Iwai's place to come back to.
And despite feeling so sore he's practically numb across his backside, the idea of soothing hands on his rosy ass, down the stripes on his legs is an immense comfort. Ienzo moans his enthusiasm for that, weakly nodding.] Please? That sounds so much nicer than... well, I was actually little afraid to come in, when you were playing mad with me on the phone?
[...he's not sure why Iwai bothers with all of this, aside from winning over his ultimate gratitude. Being owed more than a few favors. Maybe he's hoping for a really nice blowjob. Ienzo's exhausted, but he's pretty sure he can still manage that... if not now, then certainly well before he's sent back out.] I need a good guy, like you, to watch out for me.
Heh... well, there was a bit of playin'. It was a mix of playin' around, not sure if you wanted me to be kinky and just goin' for it, and makin' you actually panic around the guy you were running away from. Looks way scarier when y'can hear shoutin' from the phone.
[He keeps that back rubbed as he moves the hose in and out again, humming as he tries to keep Ienzo nice and relaxed with his fingers across his back. He doesn't want for anything, if Ienzo wants to give him something, he won't say no, but he has no demands.]
Well, I can't do it forever... but if you want, we can do a bit more rougher scenes so y'don't black out again?
[ Ienzo nurses his lower lip, surprisingly pliant under Iwai's hand, no squirming now that he's settled, learning to breathe slow and deep with the water weight filling him up and spilling out. He tries to keep crouching when Iwai pulls the nozzle out, so as to make less of a mess, but his thighs are burning, and his knees tremble with the effort. ]
Was it weird, when I called you Daddy?
[ He asks, cheeks feeling warm as his strapped ass. ]
I'd've called you something like Master, or Superior, but I've actually had one of those far longer than I've had a real father, so...
[ the young man tapers off, unsure how far he ought to get into explaining that. Iwai never asks too many personal questions. ]
...besides, creeps like that seem to take the threat of parents a lot more seriously. So I guess you could be my Dad, for kink-stuff? If you're okay with me calling you that?
[ Son, huh. Ienzo found himself a bit weak-kneed, trying to decide how he felt about that...
A brief laugh trickled helplessly past his lips, appreciative that Iwai had helped him out over the phone. And yet... how long could he put up with playing a longer game like that?
He heard the crinkle of a lollipop wrapper and mistook it for something else, peeking briefly over his shoulder just in time to see Iwai slip it past his lips.
It was challenging to wrap his head around the prospect of actual kink rules as that too-full feeling began to swell up within him again, an unsettling expansiveness that commanded all the focus of his slow, intentional breath, of holding still, trying not to fight it with squirming. The water felt warming, the pressure of it strange and heavy...
Ah, and relaxing into really feeling it was all it too, Ienzo was getting hard again.
A slow sliding whine of a groan found its way in his throat before he could quite stifle it, tipping his chin up, a hand sliding down to coddle loosely at his prick.]
Shhh, I don't, it's just-! [ Ienzo hisses in protest, reddening, his grasp warm and firm but a little resistant. Not quite wanting to hurry it along. He feels a gurgling sensation slide along inside of him, inhales slowly, lets his belly paunch out a little. ]
It's just...a good kind of pressure. [ He tries to explain himself, tilting his body forward and rising just barely up off his heels, canting his hips toward the wall a little, so that the waterweight sits gently against that pleasureable spot.] Not entirely solid.
[ Each insistance that he relax registers as a little bit alarming- what if he relaxes so much that it makes a big mess when Iwai pulls the nozzle out?
Or what it he relaxes so much that he cums before then... embarassingly easy, as if he hadn't already seen plenty of use tonight?.
His body is sore, but the sensation is so oddly soothing. It'll feel better, he tells himself, once he's all emptied out and rinsed off.
Ienzo's teeth chatter a little, though the water's not at all cold. ]
Are you completely sure I wasn't supposed to do this lying dow-[ Ienzo makes a panicked, tight-throated lurch of a noise the moment the nozzle leaves him and gravity takes hold of the now-watery contents of his anal cavity. He's too full this time to even pretend to retain it for a few seconds.]
I can't-! [The need is sudden, immediate, intense, has him nearly doubling over as he crumbles to a crouch, clutching at his knees and emptying his bowels. The sound much is uglier than the watery liquid that spatters the backs of his ankles. It makes him want to giggle with vague humiliation. His legs still sear down the backs from earlier attentions, needing cream or aloe or cocoa butter or something. He hopes Iwai keeps just about anything helpful in his medicine cabinets.]
Shit. [ He half-sobs, a pitiful croak as his bangs hang stringily over his face, strangely guilty for having missed the toilet completely. ]
It sure feels like I could...? Pops. [ Ienzo gingerly dares, nursing his woes with a few soothing tugs on his prick, if just to see if Iwai's really serious about countering it with 'Son', or Boy, or something equally demeaning.]
[ Son. It's a word that sits like a joke, one he doesn't belong to, but oddly comforting nonetheless.
He gasps out sharply, breath coming up short for no reason at all, just the delayed mess of convulsive emotion that's been locked up inside since the intensity started and made him clam up, defensive.
But now, here, he feels almost safe. Almost as if he had home here to belong to.
He shudders and tries to follow along, tries to breathe without careening into unnecessary panic all over again, nodding as if he might dare to believe that Iwai's got him now, he'll take care of everything from here.]
[ Although he feels like the opposite of 'good'- it's enough for a small ironic scoff of sound to quietly pass his lips. Ienzo smiles, feeling warmed by the soothing motions of a hand at his the small of his back. He took several more measured breaths, each making him feel a little more centered within himself. Aware of where he still felt achey, and emptied out, and wrung out.
Those muscles made tense from bracing himself against pain finally loosened, and he straightened his legs to standing, body still bent forward in a half-bow. ]
Mm... I think I'm feeling better now? [ He exhaled gratefully, pressing the heel of his hand to his lower abdomen and kneading back and forth with his wrist just to rid himself of that stretched out, bloated after-sensation of fullness. ] Thank you, for taking it easy with me.
Heh. Don't worry about it. Glad I could help ya out.
[He hums as he moves to have a hand up and mess up Ienzo's hair with a hum. Letting him breathe a bit before he takes the hose and moves to start splashing water all over him.]
If someone doesn't take care of ya, I feel like you're gonna get yourself into more shit.
[ Ienzo's must be tired, or barely conscious of it, the way he leans affectionately into the ruffling hand at the back of his head.
By the time he's getting more of a proper hosedown, the water still at a temperature safe for his insides and therefore not exactly shower-warm, the erratic splash of it makes him shiver and stifle an uneasy laugh, shifting a little in place while he rubs at his arms and front, reaching for soap. ]
You're probably right. [ He admits with a sigh, turning so Iwai can rinse him down on all sides. ]
[ He concedes, after an uneasy moment's pause. Because it hasn't been the first time he's gone numb and nonverbal in a moment of uncomfortable decision, consented to an experimental curiousity that he's later regretted.
The short ends of Ienzo's nails rake across his bare skin, clawing briefly at his forearms, the path of sensation reminding him that actions and inactions can bear consequences, oftentimes a momentary hurt, sometimes a little more lasting. The stripes on his thighs are, in a way, the same lesson he hasn't yet learned.
A tightness lingering in his chest leaves him yearning to be cared for. Arching his back a little for Iwai's appreciation, making the lines of his body just a little leaner and longer and pronounced.] Although... maybe the desire for novelty will wane with time? [ He squints, shrugs, watches suds swirl in the tub around his toes. ]
I guess I should make the most of my youth while I may yet claim to have capricious folly left in me, right? While that still amuses people... strangers and otherwise.
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Date: 2020-07-04 06:27 pm (UTC)I'll... be okay, I think? Just... be softer with me, than we normally would... please. [He adds faintly, folding his forearms against the wall and leaning his forehead against them, voice twinged wary with shame. It's a new feeling, this strange exhaustion, an opennesss to being tended to, instead of tweezed apart. The lip-gnawing awareness of being filthy, and far too trusting, too exploratory.
But it's comforting, that Iwai sounds far more understanding than he did while toying with threats over the phone. Something catches in his chest, with gratitude ]
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Date: 2020-07-09 03:01 pm (UTC)[He does get the shower head ready though. And slowly, the long tube pushes just inside of Ienzo and turns on slowly to room temperature water to help clear him out.]
But we're gonna get you clean first before anythin' else. So just breathe. I gotcha.
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Date: 2020-07-10 01:16 am (UTC)Even so the feel of it surprises him, and he flinches slightly at the first nudge of intrusion, jostling the still-flowing nozzle out of place, water sluicing across his taint and dribbling down the back of his legs.
Ienzo mutters an embarassed apology, bowing his head, feet turning in pidgeon-toed to change the rotation in his hips to let his spoiled entrance gape open, making another plaintive whimper which echoes in the small tiled space.
He breathes when Iwai instructs him, in and out deeply, gulps audibly, trying for steadiness. He doesn't want another round of strangely floaty detachment, of spacing out so deeply that he's barely aware of what's happening to him.]
Shh- shouldn't I be lying down for this? [ He asks in a strangely small voice, sounding uncertain. The water gurgles steadily up into his insides. The abused ring of muscle clings weakly around the nozzle, to try and retain it.] Get on all fours, or something?
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Date: 2020-07-13 02:45 am (UTC)[He pulls the wand out after a moment to let things sort of slosh out. Rubbing Ienzo's back while humming.]
Cause if you're on your hands and knees, it's not really gonna go all the places it needs to and it can get stuck up there. And if y'hate the feelin' of cum in ya, you'll hate the feelin' of water even worse. Especially if you put clothes back on and go to do anything.
[After the water sloshes out, he pushes the wand back up inside with a low, steady hum, rubbing his back again.]
You're doin' fine. Stay steady, okay?
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Date: 2020-07-13 03:08 am (UTC)But he's not about to complain, no matter how weird this feels, because Iwai's hand at his back seems to steady him from the edge of panicking all over again.
Instead he gives a strange, soft, hysterical giggle, between stifled sniffles. What a strange position to find himself in.] What to you mean, it gets stuck?
[His shoulders soften in surrender and he puts his forehead to the cool of the wall again, trying to steady his breath, one hand pressing at his abdomen. He finds himself holding his breath, embarassed, bile threatening the back of his throat. It feels funny, cramped, and it feels even uglier in the tub around his bare ankles when he clings to the soap dish for balance and crouches to let it all rush out.]
Will it bruise badly, do you think?
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Date: 2020-07-13 03:11 am (UTC)[He keeps rubbing that back as he pushes the wand in a bit further to clean up the insides a bit more before pulling it right back out again to let all the water slosh out in a rush.]
Mmm, probably not. I'll rub some lotion on you, and you'll be good as new.
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Date: 2020-07-13 04:08 am (UTC)[He mutters thickly, croaking, letting the hose flood up his insides with its queer, heavy, lukewarm pressure. Trying not to wonder how many people might've gotten in on breaking him in while he was barely conscious of it. He's fairly certain it was more than just the guy whose lap he'd ended up on. Or the other one who would have tried to take him home, if he hadn't had Iwai's place to come back to.
And despite feeling so sore he's practically numb across his backside, the idea of soothing hands on his rosy ass, down the stripes on his legs is an immense comfort. Ienzo moans his enthusiasm for that, weakly nodding.] Please? That sounds so much nicer than... well, I was actually little afraid to come in, when you were playing mad with me on the phone?
[...he's not sure why Iwai bothers with all of this, aside from winning over his ultimate gratitude. Being owed more than a few favors. Maybe he's hoping for a really nice blowjob. Ienzo's exhausted, but he's pretty sure he can still manage that... if not now, then certainly well before he's sent back out.] I need a good guy, like you, to watch out for me.
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Date: 2020-07-13 04:11 am (UTC)[He keeps that back rubbed as he moves the hose in and out again, humming as he tries to keep Ienzo nice and relaxed with his fingers across his back. He doesn't want for anything, if Ienzo wants to give him something, he won't say no, but he has no demands.]
Well, I can't do it forever... but if you want, we can do a bit more rougher scenes so y'don't black out again?
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Date: 2020-07-13 04:39 am (UTC)Was it weird, when I called you Daddy?
[ He asks, cheeks feeling warm as his strapped ass. ]
I'd've called you something like Master, or Superior, but I've actually had one of those far longer than I've had a real father, so...
[ the young man tapers off, unsure how far he ought to get into explaining that. Iwai never asks too many personal questions. ]
...besides, creeps like that seem to take the threat of parents a lot more seriously. So I guess you could be my Dad, for kink-stuff? If you're okay with me calling you that?
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Date: 2020-07-16 03:48 am (UTC)[He puts the hose back in, and hums while it fills up again.]
Master or Superior is fine for in the moment, but if you're gonna call me Daddy, you're gonna be my Son.
[He grabs a lollipop from his pocket and puts it in his mouth.]
Daddy's a hell of a lot more personal than Master... but if you're gettin' away from weirdos, you can call me that for free.
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Date: 2020-07-18 02:03 am (UTC)A brief laugh trickled helplessly past his lips, appreciative that Iwai had helped him out over the phone. And yet... how long could he put up with playing a longer game like that?
He heard the crinkle of a lollipop wrapper and mistook it for something else, peeking briefly over his shoulder just in time to see Iwai slip it past his lips.
It was challenging to wrap his head around the prospect of actual kink rules as that too-full feeling began to swell up within him again, an unsettling expansiveness that commanded all the focus of his slow, intentional breath, of holding still, trying not to fight it with squirming. The water felt warming, the pressure of it strange and heavy...
Ah, and relaxing into really feeling it was all it too, Ienzo was getting hard again.
A slow sliding whine of a groan found its way in his throat before he could quite stifle it, tipping his chin up, a hand sliding down to coddle loosely at his prick.]
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Date: 2020-07-18 03:13 am (UTC)...Okay, you either have an inflation kink or an enema kink at this point.
[No shame in his words, just commentary, as he slides the wand back up to fill him a bit more.]
Or maybe you just like feelin' full.
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Date: 2020-07-18 04:18 am (UTC)It's just...a good kind of pressure. [ He tries to explain himself, tilting his body forward and rising just barely up off his heels, canting his hips toward the wall a little, so that the waterweight sits gently against that pleasureable spot.] Not entirely solid.
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Date: 2020-07-18 04:23 am (UTC)[He doesn't remove the wand so easily, keeping it in there to fill him a bit more with water with a little dribbling out.]
Can't be your daddy if I can't make y'cum so hard you see stars, right?
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Date: 2020-07-18 04:32 am (UTC)Or what it he relaxes so much that he cums before then... embarassingly easy, as if he hadn't already seen plenty of use tonight?.
His body is sore, but the sensation is so oddly soothing. It'll feel better, he tells himself, once he's all emptied out and rinsed off.
Ienzo's teeth chatter a little, though the water's not at all cold. ]
C-careful, I- I can only hold so much.
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Date: 2020-07-18 04:34 am (UTC)[And with that, he tugs the entire thing out at once, letting the water splash on the tub.]
Don't worry, y'ain't gonna pop.
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Date: 2020-07-19 02:18 am (UTC)I can't-! [The need is sudden, immediate, intense, has him nearly doubling over as he crumbles to a crouch, clutching at his knees and emptying his bowels. The sound much is uglier than the watery liquid that spatters the backs of his ankles. It makes him want to giggle with vague humiliation. His legs still sear down the backs from earlier attentions, needing cream or aloe or cocoa butter or something. He hopes Iwai keeps just about anything helpful in his medicine cabinets.]
Shit. [ He half-sobs, a pitiful croak as his bangs hang stringily over his face, strangely guilty for having missed the toilet completely. ]
It sure feels like I could...? Pops. [ Ienzo gingerly dares, nursing his woes with a few soothing tugs on his prick, if just to see if Iwai's really serious about countering it with 'Son', or Boy, or something equally demeaning.]
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Date: 2020-07-24 04:39 pm (UTC)[He sits there with the wand shooting water into the tub to have everything go right down the dragin.]
Take a few deep breaths. You're gonna be okay in just a moment.
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Date: 2020-07-24 10:08 pm (UTC)He gasps out sharply, breath coming up short for no reason at all, just the delayed mess of convulsive emotion that's been locked up inside since the intensity started and made him clam up, defensive.
But now, here, he feels almost safe. Almost as if he had home here to belong to.
He shudders and tries to follow along, tries to breathe without careening into unnecessary panic all over again, nodding as if he might dare to believe that Iwai's got him now, he'll take care of everything from here.]
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Date: 2020-07-27 11:01 pm (UTC)[He rubs that back a few more times.]
Y'feelin' empty yet or d'ya need another cleanin'?
[Holding up the hose... and letting the water splash down Ienzo's back. Not hot. Not cool. Just... nice.]
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Date: 2020-08-02 08:01 pm (UTC)Those muscles made tense from bracing himself against pain finally loosened, and he straightened his legs to standing, body still bent forward in a half-bow. ]
Mm... I think I'm feeling better now? [ He exhaled gratefully, pressing the heel of his hand to his lower abdomen and kneading back and forth with his wrist just to rid himself of that stretched out, bloated after-sensation of fullness. ] Thank you, for taking it easy with me.
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Date: 2020-08-05 03:50 am (UTC)[He hums as he moves to have a hand up and mess up Ienzo's hair with a hum. Letting him breathe a bit before he takes the hose and moves to start splashing water all over him.]
If someone doesn't take care of ya, I feel like you're gonna get yourself into more shit.
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Date: 2020-08-05 04:10 am (UTC)By the time he's getting more of a proper hosedown, the water still at a temperature safe for his insides and therefore not exactly shower-warm, the erratic splash of it makes him shiver and stifle an uneasy laugh, shifting a little in place while he rubs at his arms and front, reaching for soap. ]
You're probably right. [ He admits with a sigh, turning so Iwai can rinse him down on all sides. ]
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Date: 2020-08-08 02:29 am (UTC)Usually am.
[Said with a chuckle as he gives him a good splash.]
But hey. At least y'gotta experience somethin' new, right?
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Date: 2020-08-18 08:02 pm (UTC)[ He concedes, after an uneasy moment's pause. Because it hasn't been the first time he's gone numb and nonverbal in a moment of uncomfortable decision, consented to an experimental curiousity that he's later regretted.
The short ends of Ienzo's nails rake across his bare skin, clawing briefly at his forearms, the path of sensation reminding him that actions and inactions can bear consequences, oftentimes a momentary hurt, sometimes a little more lasting. The stripes on his thighs are, in a way, the same lesson he hasn't yet learned.
A tightness lingering in his chest leaves him yearning to be cared for. Arching his back a little for Iwai's appreciation, making the lines of his body just a little leaner and longer and pronounced.] Although... maybe the desire for novelty will wane with time? [ He squints, shrugs, watches suds swirl in the tub around his toes. ]
I guess I should make the most of my youth while I may yet claim to have capricious folly left in me, right? While that still amuses people... strangers and otherwise.
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