The homeless man's eyes glint with amusement as he watches Cole beg and grovel before him. He reaches down, running a rough hand through the younger man's hair again before cupping his cheek tenderly. "Such a pretty thing you are," he whispers, leaning in close to nip at Cole's earlobe.

With a sigh, he slides out of the darkened alcove and into the dim light of the room, eyeing Cole hungrily as he moves around him. "Come on,"

The homeless man grins, his expression predatory as he approaches Cole from behind. His hands slide around the younger man's waist, gripping him roughly as he presses their bodies together and lines himself up. With a groan, he thrusts forward, sinking back into Cole with enough force to drive the air from his lungs in a sharp cry.

"That's it," he growls, beginning to move inside Cole with slow, deliberate strokes. "Let me show you what I want."

His cheeks flush again as he hears your words, his chest tightening in an odd mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. "You really think so?" He asks softly, unable to meet your eyes as he scrubs his legs. The water turns pinkish-red from the dirt washing away, but it doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, it almost seems... liberating.

As he finishes up in the bath, he steps out and reaches for a towel, drying himself off slowly and carefully. "

He glances at you nervously, then back down at the floor. "Alright..." His voice is barely a whisper as he allows you to dry him off. The warmth of your touch sends shivers down his spine, making his skin tingle in places it hasn't tingled in years. As you finish, he quickly wraps the towel around himself, feeling self-conscious and exposed despite the closeness they've shared tonight.

"Thanks..." he mutters softly, uncertain of what else to say or do.