[Morgan's hand drops away, but Barrett's stays, just a few seconds longer with a trace of his thumb over Morgan's cheek.
...
Oh. Right, the splinters.]
...Ah.
Yeah. Hold on, let me get a towel.
[His thumb traces one more time, before his touch finally lifts, hoisting himself back up to his feet with a huff of breath to grab a second towel.
There's the sound of fabric as his pants hit the floor, but he keeps his back turned as he steps out of them and tosses them with the rest of his clothes. Enjoy a nice ass before a towel blocks the view, Morgan.
He flinches as soon as he dips down into the water, leaning down to start picking more of the wood off his own legs.]
Do you want me on the edge, or just, uh... just sitting in here in front of you? What's easier?
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...
Oh. Right, the splinters.]
...Ah.
Yeah. Hold on, let me get a towel.
[His thumb traces one more time, before his touch finally lifts, hoisting himself back up to his feet with a huff of breath to grab a second towel.
There's the sound of fabric as his pants hit the floor, but he keeps his back turned as he steps out of them and tosses them with the rest of his clothes. Enjoy a nice ass before a towel blocks the view, Morgan.
He flinches as soon as he dips down into the water, leaning down to start picking more of the wood off his own legs.]
Do you want me on the edge, or just, uh... just sitting in here in front of you? What's easier?