Jade finishes just when he's about to fall asleep under the gentle ministrations and the constant stream of hot water. Scowling, he lets himself be pulled out of the shower and wrapped into a towel. It's soft, so at least there's that.

Once he sits, he starts tapping the towel onto his wet skin. He can't bend forward to dry off his knees and feet -- it hurts too much -- but there are many other tender areas that need the same attention. His dick looks disgusting, he thinks, his entire groin purple from people crashing him down into the wood with their thrusts.

Hair still dripping, he eventually leans back against the wall and waits, the towel draped across his lap. He isn't cold, but he'd rather not catch a glimpse of himself at the moment.