"Fingers are magic," Dean said from the open door of the changing room, pulling on his pants and then coming back out into the room with them still halfway unbuttoned and his shirt off and in his hand. He wiped away some stray massage oil on his chest and smirked at Seamus, shaking his head. "Just sounds dirty when you say it like that, mate."
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