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[noburden]

At that, Jill abruptly stops, pulling him to her. He must know, even when under the influence, that such words can't go without reassurance.

"That is correct," she agrees, tugging his arms around her waist, possessive. It doesn't matter that he's making a puddle on her nice floors, or still stinks a bit. "You're mine. Mine to use, mine to worship, mine to love... and mine to hose off when you come home smelling foul."

She smiles.

[rosarianoath]

He pulls her in tight without a second thought, and he lifts her right up into his arms, intending to just carry her up the stairs himself. It also puts his face right level with her neck, and he nuzzles in briefly.

"Yours," he agrees. "Stinking or not. Preferably not."

[noburden]

Probably unsafe, wet as they are, but he won't drop her. Jill breathes out a soft laugh, leaning in to brush her lips against his temple through wet hair.

"Oh, preferably not stinking, but I'll keep you anyway."

[rosarianoath]

She's precious cargo in his arms, boosting her up and putting a strong hand along her thigh to prompt her to wrap her legs around his waist, and he starts up the stairs.

"How very kind and generous of my lady," he murmurs.

[noburden]

Her thighs squeeze him, and she presses close. She's eager to get them both warmed up. Their wet clothes don't deter her from being affectionate, fingers pushing his hair away from his eyes.

"Nothing would make me not want to keep you."

[rosarianoath]

Clive tromps up the stairs, quiet as he can be, dripping all the way. It feels nice to have her pressed up against him, weight fully against his chest. He gets a hard-on with a speed that would put a teenage boy to shame. She smells nice. Everything about her is nice.

"Mmm. Will you get in the bath with me?"

[noburden]

"If you'll let me wash you," she replies. "Can you keep your hands to yourself long enough for me to do that?"

She gives him a look, amused but skeptical.

[rosarianoath]

"I'll let you," he says, shifting her weight to one arm so he can reach for the light switch in their room. "I'll do my best on the rest."

[noburden]

She hums thoughtfully.

"I do know you're not entirely in your right mind, of course," she continues, "So I won't be too cross were you to misbehave."

[rosarianoath]

"It is taking every bit of my self-control to behave at all." It's also a significant amount of his good cheer right now, despite the way his wet trousers are chafing at him.

[noburden]

"Deserving of a reward," she says solemnly. "I will have to think of one."

[rosarianoath]

He nudges the door closed and carries her off to the bathroom.

"I'm easily swayed, at least."

[noburden]

"All I need do is open my legs, you say?" She laughs and shifts to be set down.

"Out of your clothes, please."

[rosarianoath]

He sets her down on the edge of the tub and doesn't even bother to step out of the way before he starts peeling off his wet shirt, stood right between her legs.

"Yes, my lady."

[noburden]

This is a nice view. Jill doesn't hesitate to run her hands over his stomach, his abs, humming in approval.

Both at the feel of his muscle beneath her palms and the bulge she spies in his pants.

"Very nice."

[rosarianoath]

He drops the shirt to the floor with a wet sound as it hits the tile. His skin is streaked with leftover muck, a gray wash that catches in the lines of his abs and pools in his belly button. His fingers go to the lacing on his pants.

“I’m glad my body pleases you.”

[noburden]

Jill's thumb traces a line, likely getting in the way of his hands as he tries to undress. She doesn't care.

"Even when wet and filthy," she teases.

[rosarianoath]

“For at least a little longer, fortunately.” He makes space for her when he can, politely avoiding getting in her way. “I’m looking forward to a bath with you…”

[noburden]

"I'm looking forward to putting my mouth on clean skin," she says with a soft laugh. "You really did make sure to get absolutely covered. It's impressive."

[rosarianoath]

“It was impressive how far that beast could spew itself,” Clive remarks, shoving his trousers down on his hips. Look, it’s even in his cum gutters. “Worse than a Morbol.”

[noburden]

No, not the cum gutters. Jill does frown as she passes her fingers along the line, muck moving with it, but leaving a trail.

"One moment," she says, hands on his hips to help her stand. She goes to the sink, opens a drawer, and pulls out a washcloth. And then a second.

She's going to have to scrub him.

[rosarianoath]

He shifts back to let her out, watching her go with anticipation — it takes some effort to not follow her around.

“I thought you’d just use your hands.”

[noburden]

He's lucky she's not going downstairs for the dish brush.

"I don't think my hands will be enough."

[rosarianoath]

“Even after the hose?” He looks down at himself. Alright, maybe it’s worse than he thought. “Perhaps I ought to just go in the washing machine with the clothes.”

[noburden]

Jill looks him over, washcloths in hand.

"Hmm. I don't think you'd fit, my love."