Cole hummed. Maybe he was tender. He wasn't used to being this sort of flushed warm and touched so much, with confidence and deliberate intent.

Having his back cleaned was nicer. He relaxed with a deep, throaty hum, curling forward and rocking with Krem's scrubbing of his back.

Krem stopped and it took Cole a moment to realise, because he was quiet and relaxed and finally starting to enjoy what was going on. "Why are you sorry?" He turned to look back over his shoulder briefly and then moved to find the soap again.