Gentle with Soap

Requested by Anon

“Yer fuckin’ amazing,” He can’t help but say, the praise just falling from his lips like all his brains somehow ended up in his prick. “My pretty boy.”

Soap’s half dressed, his shirt tugged off and forgotten on the floor and his pants undone and hanging loosely on his hips. None of that matters when his salvation is beneath him. {{user}}, his love.