Page 60 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

Some bodily functions were best kept a secret, even from your lovers.

Especiallyfrom your lovers.

Pinks hurriedly shoved down his pants and squeezed between Galent and the toilet. He sat down heavily and stared at Galent’s stony cock, pushing hard so he could get this over with.

“Don’t look,” he chanted. “Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.”

It went quickly. Pinks grabbed the TP and wiped, thinking maybe he had managed to pull this off with Galent none the wiser.

Except something wet landed on him. Something warm and wet.

It didn’t stop.

“Oh,gods!” Pinks yelled and flung himself sideways, his foot catching against the toilet. He stumbled and landed in a heap on the cold floor, then realizedhe hadn’t flushed the toilet.“Oh, gods, just kill me now. Oh my hairy baby gods.”

The toilet flushed behind him. Pinks curled into a ball and pulled his shirt over his head so he could pretend he didn’t exist.

How was he ever going to look Galent in the eye again? Galent was probably disgusted and ready to break things off right there.

Fluid continued to tinkle against porcelain. Then the toilet flushed again. A zipper rasped.

“Pinks,” Galent rumbled. “Sorry. I didn’t have bodily control those first few seconds.”

“Go away! This is terrible. Everything is terrible. Just bury me.” Ofall the timesGalent could’ve reverted back to flesh and blood, he had to pick the worst possible moment. Pinks groaned.

“C’mon. It’s not that bad.” Water ran in the sink. Galent was lathering up some soap.

Pinks hadn’t even washed his hands, and he also had Galent’s pee on him. “Oh, gods. This is so horrific, it doesn’t even appear in movies.”

He crawled into the shower and pulled the curtains around himself, peeling off his dirty clothes. They smelled like pee. He left them in the shower with him and reached up, turning the water on.

Galent nudged aside the curtain and peeked in. “You know nothing’s changed between us, right?”

Pinks wailed. “You caught me pooping, I caught you peeing, everything is terrible.”

The giant raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry for getting some on you. I tried to stop, I really did. But consider this: How many times has Zarrie peed on you?”

“... Many. But she’s different!” Vaguely, Pinks knew he sounded silly. It wasn’t the end of the world. He buried his face in his hands. “I’m just really embarrassed right now.”

The shower curtain slid shut. Fabric rustled. Then the curtain opened again, and Galent stepped in completely naked.

“What?” Pinks gaped.

“Figured we could both use a shower.” Except Galent scooped Pinks off the shower floor, sat down cross-legged, and arranged Pinks on his lap.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

Galent wrung out Pinks’ soaked clothes. He set them on the bathroom floor, pulled the curtain shut, and closed them into this tiny space. Then he wrapped his arms around Pinks, warm and sturdy, nuzzling the back of Pinks’ neck. “Still mine.”

Pinks blinked hard. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Galent pressed kisses down Pinks’ shoulder. He grabbed the soap and began to wash Pinks—his fingers, hands, and arms, his toes, feet, and legs. He washed Pinks’ abdomen and chest, then leaned him forward, and washed his back, too.

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