Ari sets Tintin down gently in the tub. "Want me to soap you up?"

Happy noise (affirmative)!

Ari will do that, then. Rubbing soapy hands all over Tintin's body, slipping along his sharp lines and subtle curves.

Slipping below the waist and stroking along his still-sensitive lips.

Sharp inhalation! Leaning into Ari's chest and moaning quietly!

"Gotta get you clean," Ari murmurs.

He pours some more soap into his hand and starts gently fingering Tintin, working the cum out of him.

Mooooooan. So much.

The cum pools in the water, somehow not dissolving into glue like it normally would. Tintin is too melty to notice or care.

Ari finishes with Tintin's pussy and moves on to his ass. Then, once both holes are clean and gently tingling from the soap potion, he moves on to washing his hair. He doesn't bother telling Tintin to close his eyes; the shampoo is apparently purely magical in such a way that it doesn't sting. Gently, he works the potion into his lover's scalp and combs it through his short locks. 

Tintin is so unbelievably cozy. He wants to melt under Ari's giant hands. He makes a variety of incoherent noises to express this.

"You like this," Ari says, not a question at all. "Good."

He takes a nozzle from the rim of the tub and rinses Tintin's hair out. Then he pulls the drain plug, and as the water runs down the drain he picks him up and steps out onto the tile floor.

"Dry," he says. There's a cloud of vapor as the water comes off their skin before it has time to chill in the air.

Then he carries Tintin out into the bedroom, tucks him into bed, and climbs in beside him. The lights dim to nothing, and the first day of Tintin's stay in the Rose Bowers ends.