[At this point, he's not even pretending not to stare anymore; his eyes follow the path of Dave's hands, lingering for a long time on the curve of his ass. He really does have a nice ass. Tav jumps, a little guiltily, as Dave turns around, but nods and scoots along the ledge so he can reach his back.
Tavros grabs the bar of soap and lathers up his hands, before reaching up and gently gliding a hand down the curve of Dave's spine, being extra gentle around the partially-healed cuts and scratches, lathering the soap across shoulderblades and then down to the small of his back.]
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Tavros grabs the bar of soap and lathers up his hands, before reaching up and gently gliding a hand down the curve of Dave's spine, being extra gentle around the partially-healed cuts and scratches, lathering the soap across shoulderblades and then down to the small of his back.]