“I’m just drying, okay!” Severo snapped. “Leave me be!”
Drying?! The man wasn’t serious…“Severo! You can’t just sit in there until you air dry. Let me come in and help you!”
“No!”
“Severo, stop being a baby and let me help!”
“Gah!” Skya yelled, apparently not appreciating the comparison.
“Go away!” the Dweller grumbled.
“I’m coming in.”
“No, don't!” Severo cried as Seri opened the door. The man stared, his hands over his crotch region, legs pressed tight together. The Dweller’s eyes were wide, face red as a tomato. “Seri!” Severo whined.
This…man… He couldn’t believe Severo was really planning to sit there bare-assed, with his pants around his ankles, everything hanging in the toilet for who knows how long, until he drip dried.
Seri glared, hands on his hips. “You are being ridiculous. I’m giving you two options. Either I can pat you dry with a towel, or I can remove the water with my powers. Choose.”
Severo’s expression fluctuated from shocked to horrified, to oddly interested, and then back to horrified. “C-can’t I just stay in here?”
“No!” he snapped. “Now choose, or I’ll choose for you.”
The Dweller cleared his throat… “Towel… But, AH! My pants, can you pull them up?”
“I can do that.” Seri quickly leaned down, keeping his eyes to himself as he pulled the man’s pants up enough for him to grab onto them with one hand. “Okay now, let’s get you up.”
Severo sighed and nodded. Moving to the man’s side, he slipped his arm underneath his. Both of them grunted when they lifted up, and as he helped him shuffle forward so Seri could get behind him. He made sure to keep his gaze up the whole time.
Pulling back, leaving Severo heavily leaning on the wall, he said, “Let’s get this done so we can get you back to bed.”
“Wait! Before you go back there, let me…arrange…myself,” the man finished awkwardly.
Seri cleared his throat, face heating. “Ah, yes, arrange away.” He turned around, grabbed a towel from the shelf nearby. “Let me know when you are done.” .
Standing there, Seri tried not to listen to the grunts and shifting of fabric going on behind him.
“You can…” Severo let out a tired sigh. “…turn around.”
He slowly turned and found Severo standing there, still beet red, eyes avoiding his as he clutched the front of his pants, and likely his boxers too, holding them up over his front while his ass hung out.
Clearing his throat again, Seri straightened his shoulders. He walked behind Severo, and started to pat him dry. He had done his best not to stare at first, but as if it had a mind of its own, his gaze slipped down. Seri’s hand almost froze at the first full look of the man’s taut, rounded ass.
I want to squeeze it… He gasped at the thoughts that floated into his mind, averting his gaze.
“What?! What’s wrong?” Severo asked.
“Nothing, nothing at all!” Seri squeaked, face on fire.
This was taking too long. Seri ignored Severo’s squawking as he gave the man a few firm wipes between those rounded cheeks, doing his best to not feel a thing.
“All done! Let’s get you back to bed,” he said with fake cheer.
Seri scrolled on the tablet, reading over the results of Severo’s most recent tests. “It looks like it’s almost out of your system. There are some traces left, but not much.”
“I mean, besides feeling a bit drained, I’m mostly back to normal. I can feel my shadow again, and am manipulating things easily, and I can move, obviously,” Severo said before slipping into bed next to him with a yawn.
They were in the Dweller’s room, and had been for the last four days. For the first twenty-four hours, the man had barely been able to move, even if he had started to be able to somewhat after the twelve-hour mark.
