King's Kane
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He lifted the hem of King’s shirt and frowned.
King’s body was a mess.
The bruises… Kane hadn’t done all this. No, King was already beaten up before he showed himself. How had Kane not noticed the flinches, the slight winces every time King moved?
With a deep breath, Kane stripped King down to his boxers. He ignored the heat rising to his cheeks and focused on cleaning him up.
He soaked a cloth in warm water and carefully wiped King’s body—his arms, chest, stomach, thighs. He had to gulp several times while working, trying not to think too much about it.
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