[They've seen it all before, between them both. So he knows. It's not a want, it's a need, he knows Ghoul enough by now. Party mimics the touch, fingers tracing up around Ghoul's face but moving further, shifting to tangle in his soaked hair and pull there. Not to hurt, he can't do that, not just now. But he's there.

[His knee on the edge of the tub lifts and unfolds; he plants a foot in the tub. Keep the kiss steady, ease Ghoul open, make sure he feels it against his lips and all through his head and hands, push him back into the stall.]