Ashton Ryan gets wet

Ashton Ryan stands with a wet shirt clutched to his chest, the fabric still damp from his own stream, while a bottle of soap sits unused beside him. His lean frame leans against the wall, hands gripping his head as he finishes trimming his dark, close-cropped pubes with a razor. The bathtub behind him holds the remnants of his effort, water, soap, and the sharp edge of his own body.