Letting his mouth drop to Casey's neck, he flicked his tongue across his skin. "I can smell a lie, so I suppose it's good that you're not prone to lying." He was exaggerating. At this point, Sigmund would believe anything Casey said without even checking it against his instincts.
Sigmund reached for the soap and slid it between his hands and a washcloth. Then he set to running the cloth over Casey's chest. He had to admit, the boy looked very nice cloaked in suds.
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