"It would be my pleasure," he murmurs, smoothing wet hair back and leaning forward to kiss Dean's far too cold forehead. He undresses before carefully lifting Dean's shoulders away from the hard porcelain, sliding in behind him.
"It this better?" he asks, shifting until Dean's head is resting on his shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
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Date: 2014-01-01 01:55 am (UTC)"It this better?" he asks, shifting until Dean's head is resting on his shoulder. "How are you feeling?"