The soap? Is it not…doing what it’s meant to do? It all feels fairly well-lubricated to him, and both his hands still while Raju finally gets out the cause of the ‘strangeness’. Oil, not soap, the soap is…?
He pulls his fingers out with a deeply furrowed brow. What’s wrong with the soap?
And then he realizes, and his head drops in exasperation. “Jesus Christ, we’re idiots,” he mutters. Soap is scented and likely made with things one wouldn’t want inside their body, and he’d just gone ahead and pushed a fair amount into Rama.
He starts to laugh softly as he wipes his hand on a shirt on the floor. “Do you need to…ah, are you…”
Oh, this is ridiculous. He starts to laugh again, louder this time, at himself and at Rama’s choice of words and just at the two of them, really, and shakes his head quickly. “Let me get something to wash it off, Ram,” he tells him, leaning forward to press a fond kiss to his lips.
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The soap? Is it not…doing what it’s meant to do? It all feels fairly well-lubricated to him, and both his hands still while Raju finally gets out the cause of the ‘strangeness’. Oil, not soap, the soap is…?
He pulls his fingers out with a deeply furrowed brow. What’s wrong with the soap?
And then he realizes, and his head drops in exasperation. “Jesus Christ, we’re idiots,” he mutters. Soap is scented and likely made with things one wouldn’t want inside their body, and he’d just gone ahead and pushed a fair amount into Rama.
He starts to laugh softly as he wipes his hand on a shirt on the floor. “Do you need to…ah, are you…”
Oh, this is ridiculous. He starts to laugh again, louder this time, at himself and at Rama’s choice of words and just at the two of them, really, and shakes his head quickly. “Let me get something to wash it off, Ram,” he tells him, leaning forward to press a fond kiss to his lips.