Once we got into the bathroom, the cool tiles felt like a shock under his feet. He braced his hands on the sink, head bowed, as I started the shower.When the water ran lukewarm, I turned to him. “Let’s get you cooled down, baby,” I said softly.He nodded lazily and lifted his arms like a sleepy child as I gently pulled his shirt over his head. My fingers brushed his burning skin, and he shivered.“Your pants, too,” I said slowly.He swallowed tightly as he pulled down his zipper. He looks semi-hard.“Alright…” I said after helping him peel off his pants. In the soft light, he looked so tired yet so beautiful.I helped him step under the spray, and he gasped softly, his shoulders tensing before gradually relaxing as the water cascaded over him. I stood there, just watching the steam rise, making sure he was steady.After a few minutes, I turned off the water and opened the door. He stood there dripping, eyes closed, looking utterly surrendered. My heart squeezed. Stupid flu, look what
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