Orion didn't care answer right away. He let the words settle, let the tension build, hanging thick in the humid air, to mingle in the sweet scent of soap and steam. Instead, he let his hands continue their slow, indulgent path across his own body, dragging his slick palms over the broad plane of his chest, fingers pressing into the defined muscle as if he were mapping himself out. The warm lather spread in pearlescent streaks over his skin, catching in the dips and ridges of his toned frame, the steady stream of water cascading down his body, washing it away only for him to start again. His touch was languid, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world, like he was savoring the sensation of his own hands moving over himself as much as he was reveling in the presence of another set of eyes locked onto his large build.
The showerhead sent a steady stream down the thick cords of his shoulders, sliding over the deep contours of his abdomen, tracing the deep V of his hips that lead down to the tip of his impressive manhood, before swirling around his feet and down the drain. He let his fingers roam further, working the lather in slow, circular motions over his stomach, down the solid plane of his obliques, before smoothing lower. His fingers curled around his cock, just briefly, just enough to slick over the length with a languid stroke, before moving on—his other hand sliding back, over the firm curve of his own ass, kneading in the lather, taking his time like he had nowhere else to be. All meaningful, to test just how long the man would keep watching without averting his gaze.
His hand drifted lower, fingers tracing along the inner part of his thigh before, at last, his hands return to brush short-cropped dark hair back. One hand came back down soon after, taking a grip of himself, his thumb dragging along the head, smearing the beads of water that clung there, he exhaled with a moan, and finally flicked his gaze back to the other man, catching Lucas still watching, still transfixed.
A knowing smirk curled at Orion's lips as he finally spoke, voice low and edged with amusement. "It's a nice looking dick, don't get me wrong," he murmured, letting the words roll off his tongue as if it was all-too normal. His gaze flicked downward to take another glance at the stranger's member, but it was quickly diverted away to that large, muscled rump. Orion to take a few steps closer to the man, until he stood no more than a foot away from him. "But I was actually looking at your ass."
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