Perhaps I should rethink attempting to display my emotions more.

[He slides into the water and visibly relaxes at the warmth, pushing Hades into Five's arms.]

Do not turn coat on me, Five. I will clean you one at a time. I do only have two hands.

[And he will, running the cloth over Hades, his chest and arms, his thighs and cock, then turning him to wash his back and slide it between his ass cheeks. Finally pressing his fingers into him to pry him open with utmost gentle care, to scrape him clean.

All while he's in Five's arms so Five has a perfect view.]