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Bruiser carried him into the shower and carefully washed him. Uriel drifted in a haze of bliss.

“I think I’m in love with your cock,” Uriel blurted. Then he closed his eyes and cringed. “Oh gods.”

Bruiser rumbled, sounding pleased. “No, keep going. I want to know how to court you better.”

“With your cock?”

“Well, I don’t see anything wrong with giving you more of the things you enjoy.”

Uriel groaned, mortified.

Slowly, Bruiser ran a washcloth over Uriel, gently scrubbing away the sweat and cum on his skin. He washed Uriel’s hair, then rinsed him off and placed him in a tub of deliciously warm water.

A sound escaped from his throat. “This is amazing.”

“Good.”

Bruiser brought a chair into the bathroom and sat next to the tub, gently massaging Uriel’s scalp while he drifted. When the water began to grow lukewarm, Bruiser scooped him out of the tub, wrapped him in a fluffy bath towel, and carried him to bed.

“Sleep,” Bruiser said, tucking him under the covers.

Uriel slept.

When he woke, it was to the sound of Cassie shrieking and giggling.

Cassie!

Uriel sat bolt upright, trying to remember when he’d last fed and changed her. Crap. She didn’t sound uncomfortable, though.

He shuffled out of bed fuzzily, feeling a light twinge in his ass. Then he remembered Bruiser pounding into him, bringing him off so many times that it was all a hazy blur of pleasure.

Uriel’s face grew hot. Oh gods, I spent my heat with him. There was no mistaking the plug keeping him stretched. And the memory of Bruiser coming inside him multiple times, his thick cock pulsing and jerking, flooding him with heat.

“Oh gods,” Uriel whispered. His briefs and T-shirt were on the bed; he pulled them on.

When he stepped into the living room, he found Bruiser crouched next to the playpen, frozen in place as he watched Uriel.

“I wanted to let you rest,” Bruiser said guiltily. “So, um, I may have changed her diapers?”

Uriel tried to wrap his mind around that. “You know how to change diapers?”

Bruiser gestured at his phone. “I watched like ten videos on diaper changing. It was a learning experience.”

“Oh gods,” Uriel said again. Then he sagged against the doorway and laughed, trying to picture it.

A slow smile spread across Bruiser’s face. “Made you laugh,” he said, pleased.

Uriel tried to wipe the smile off his face, but he couldn’t get rid of it completely. “Did you feed her?”

Bruiser nodded at the bottle feeder; it was full. “I boiled more pasta and some carrots from the leftovers. Made sure they were both squishy before I fed them to her. Then I filled the milk bottle just in case.”

“You watched videos for that too?”

“No, I just read a few websites,” Bruiser admitted.

“Huh.” Uriel drew closer. Cassie looked up, her smile so innocent and toothy that he melted. He reached into the playpen and scooped her into his arms, cuddling her against his chest. “Hey, hon. How are you?”

She wriggled and patted his chest, babbling at him. Her diapers were clean and she seemed comfortable.