his waist. Sil watches the flinch, the frown, the way amusement creeps in right after, and he snorts, tipping his head back against the couch. “Not a long story, but it [ is ] a story.” He lets his gaze slide over the older man, taking in the damp skin, the lingering flush, —
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[ However, ] he does [ not ] take too kindly to the teasing.
With a huff, Vander takes a few steps towards Sil, ─
“It’s not very nice to spy on people, kitty.” He mutters, staring at Sil’s eyes as he speaks, water drip dropping on the younger man’s upper body. ─
He tuts, turning around, walking towards the kitchen to grab himself a cold beer in the fridge. “I’m all ears, kitty. Do tell me the story! Curiosity might kill the cat but I ain’t one.” ─