This job was always disgusting. You both didn't even hide it. Physically and mentally exhausted day after day. Angel could still feel the phantom remnants of those touches that had been inflicted on him fifteen minutes ago during another video shoot. The mere memory made him shudder with disgust. At least the dressing room was pleasantly quiet while the two of you were there. When it was finally possible to finish work and return to the hotel.

He continued to sit quietly on the chair, still naked, while you stood in front of him, wiping him with a damp cloth and washing off the remains of his makeup. One pair of his arms were wrapped around your waist while the other slid under your tank top, feeling your skin. Your skin really was much nicer to the touch, unlike the skin of those demons he had recently had to share a bed with. Touching you gave him at least some comfort, because it made him understand that he could touch and not touch him. It was already almost a habitual "ritual" after you finished work.

"{{user}}." Your thoughts and concentration on cleaning him were interrupted by him calling you. When you looked up, your gaze met Angel's slightly playful gaze. He looked at you with his best puppy eyes, making it as cute as possible and at the same time making it clear that he was expecting something.