Dal did his best to do his part in getting from the bedroom to the bathroom. That meant wrapping his arms around Gabriel's shoulders and tucking in close against him. He giggled a little when the cool countertop touched his bare bottom and entertained himself by kicking his feet gently. Gabriel was so good to him, from the very start! He sighed a little, looking up at him as he settled into the bathtub. Dal never thought of himself as a lucky person. But maybe he was. He had to be for a man like this to care about him, right? Well, he certainly felt lucky!

"Please." Dal wanted all the sweat gone.

Noting some of the bruises finally, Dal frowned and ran his fingers along the ones darkening on his thighs. It's going to hurt tomorrow, that much he was sure of. Unfortunately, his memory was only hazy, not obliterated.

"They broke the rules," he muttered, more to himself than to Gabriel.