Augustine's lips curved into a warm smile as he bent slightly toward the floor. "Come, let me get you all cleaned up," he purred.
With a smooth motion, he rose from his squatting position and turned on the shower faucet.
Warm water cascaded down, streaming over Charles's body as he remained on his knees beneath the spray, silent and breathless under Augustine's gentle care.
"Pookie," Augustine called, his voice low and tender.
Charles blinked slowly, fluttering droplet of water from his lashes, his lips parted but silent.
With a soft sigh, Augustine dropped to a squat beside him again, slipping an arm around Charles's waist as he helped him rise from the wet tiles.
Charles didn't say a word—his silence said more than enough.
He simply let Augustine guide him under the shower's cascade, warm water rushing over his skin like a balm.
Augustine's hands moved slowly—reverently—gliding across Charles's body, washing away the cum on Charles body.
