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Drysdale had noticed it first, the tenseness in Dorian's shoulders as the man stood by the doorway to the laundry room. He had chalked it up to the normal day stresses, but the way Dorian clenched his jaw...he knew it wasn't just a that. Drysdale hummed before he lightly tapped Washford on the shoulder, "You see that?" He asked, his voice a low whisper as he glanced back at his beloved before he looked back at Dorian. Washford looked up from his book and studied Dorian for a moment, "He has the weight of the entire household on his shoulders.." He spoke, gently closing the book before he set it off to the side,
"We should help our dearest bodyguard, shouldn't we?" Drysdale suggested, a smirk already forming on his face. He noticed that Washford had nodded in agreement but he was already moving over toward Dorian. Drysdale cleared his throat before he spoke, "Whats got you all knotted up, lover boy?" He asked before gently grabbing the man's wrist and pulling him more into the laundry room,
"Nothin to worry 'bout." Dorian mumbled in response, begrudgingly letting the other man lead him into the laundryroom. Washford took this opportunity to walk up behind Dorian, sliding his arms around the mans waist. He didn't bother hiding his grin when he saw the blush paint the man's face, "You get more tense when you lie." Washford spoke, pressing a quick kiss to Dorian's jaw. Drysdale chuckled before he pressed himself closer to Dorians front, "Let us take care of you.." He spoke, his voice a low and sultry whisper. Dorian hesitated, before he sighed in defeat. He gave a nod in acceptance, and the other two men got to work.
Drysdale and Washford got Dorian situated somewhere more comfortable, Drysdale at the front and Washford at the back, Dorian right in the center.
Drysdale focused on pressing slow and soft kisses along Dorians face, his hands massaging the front of the man's sides. He had to fight back a laugh whenever Dorian let out a whimper, especially with how easily Washford was massaging those knots out. Washford's hands kneaded and pressed all over Dorian's body, getting every ounce of tension out. The two men worked Dorian down with ease, the same ritual time and time again when Dorian let everything become too much.
And if they kept Dorian in bed for longer than they should? That wouldn't be their fault.