Shirt and sweats come right off and, hey, he's never been a big fan of boxers if he didn't have to wear them. All this skin and all these scars but it's all for them as he slides onto the bed, drawing his hands up Wash's ribs to nuzzle at his shoulder. "Gorgeous. Both of you, so goddamn pretty. The hell did I do to deserve this?"
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