[ His nose nudges at his palm when Pinocchio nods. First pushing his damp hair back with his fingers, he scoops water over his face. Dragging his palm down over the bridge of his nose, over his mouth and down his chin, water rolls off his body as he stands in the sloshing bath.
It drops next to the arc of his cock, still full and beginning to soften, not out of modesty, his fingers give himself an indulgent squeeze, blue eyes admiring the way Wriothesley wears the heat and moisture of the bath. Something moves inside his cheek. He's chasing the taste of him in his mouth while he looks. There are a few towels rolled up by the edge of the bath, and Pinocchio hands him the most dry of the two before he climbs out.
He walks without a shred of self-consciousness about his nakedness, a little at odds with his inexperience. In order not to stain the pristine towel with rust (or to have its rough edges pull at the material), Pinocchio opts to use it to towel off everywhere except for his prosthesis, draping it over his shoulder once he's done, like a white capelet. ]
Baths are nicer with company. [ He turns his head, looking back at him over his towel-covered shoulder, his visible eye crinkling with an unseen smile. ] But I didn't expect to get a meal out of one.
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It drops next to the arc of his cock, still full and beginning to soften, not out of modesty, his fingers give himself an indulgent squeeze, blue eyes admiring the way Wriothesley wears the heat and moisture of the bath. Something moves inside his cheek. He's chasing the taste of him in his mouth while he looks. There are a few towels rolled up by the edge of the bath, and Pinocchio hands him the most dry of the two before he climbs out.
He walks without a shred of self-consciousness about his nakedness, a little at odds with his inexperience. In order not to stain the pristine towel with rust (or to have its rough edges pull at the material), Pinocchio opts to use it to towel off everywhere except for his prosthesis, draping it over his shoulder once he's done, like a white capelet. ]
Baths are nicer with company. [ He turns his head, looking back at him over his towel-covered shoulder, his visible eye crinkling with an unseen smile. ] But I didn't expect to get a meal out of one.