Cass let Edgar dry him off, but only if it was with a soft towel. He stood there, all pouty but compliant as Edgar ran a soft towel over every inch of him. Cass' cock was at full mast, clear in his intentions and Edgar was very careful with that part of his body.
Edgar hadn't needed to dry another person off since his Mom had passed from her illness, and that was probably 15-20 years ago. Shortly after he became what he did.
It was a rather strange experience, but not one he hated. It felt intimate, caring. Edgar liked how it made his heart feel. Like he was doing a good thing.
Once Cass was dried off, Edgar gave himself a quick pass before unplugging the tub and letting it drain and when he turned back to Cass, the man had his arms out. Like he wanted to be picked up.
