[His long shirt falls from his fingers as he stares at the naked back of one Diluc Ragnvindr. He expected scars. But Diluc is a work of art he can’t tear his eyes away from.
He coughs and turns away. He pulls his boxers off while his embarrassment floods his mind. At least he’s wide awake now. Damn he wants to run his hands over Diluc’s back…
He kicks that part of him to silence and looks back over his shoulder.] Of course I won’t wear a shirt into the shower. I’m just slower in the morning, you know that by now.
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He coughs and turns away. He pulls his boxers off while his embarrassment floods his mind. At least he’s wide awake now. Damn he wants to run his hands over Diluc’s back…
He kicks that part of him to silence and looks back over his shoulder.] Of course I won’t wear a shirt into the shower. I’m just slower in the morning, you know that by now.
[Slower unless he gets to make out with Diluc.]