Rhys couldn't help but to laugh as he was literally swept off his feet, his arms wrapping around Marus' shoulders. His towel easily fell to the floor (not that it was wrapped very securely around him in the first place) and was swiftly forgotten. "I love it when you do that!" he purred, nuzzling into the tiefling's neck.
There was something incredibly sexy about being so easily lifted. It was safe, sturdy -- a certainty of shelter in a storm, of Marus carrying him from danger like a hero. And, on the other hand, it was also an indication of how the other man could throw him around like a ragdoll without much effort. Nothing made Rhys' heart race like trusting that strength with every speck of his soul.
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Date: 2023-05-11 03:58 am (UTC)There was something incredibly sexy about being so easily lifted. It was safe, sturdy -- a certainty of shelter in a storm, of Marus carrying him from danger like a hero. And, on the other hand, it was also an indication of how the other man could throw him around like a ragdoll without much effort. Nothing made Rhys' heart race like trusting that strength with every speck of his soul.