“We always have fun,” Summer murmured, a sly smile curving his mouth. He filled his hands with soap bubbles and began to wash Isaac, kneeling at his feet first.
“We really do,” he murmured absently and set about untangling his unruly curls, before watching Summer curiously. “…What are you doing?” He breathed out then, toes curling as the other male began to wash him.
The redhead’s tone was coy. “What does it look like?”