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Head thrown back he broke off in a hiss, and when he spoke again the rest of the sentence was muttered illicitly through clenched teeth, in German no less, clearly spoken to whoever was the object of the fantasy in his head, towel fallen long ago leaving him naked, hair damp and plastered to his forehead, water droplets still running after themselves and slowing their descent once they reached the line of tawny hair that led down his stomach. With his back arched and his hips rocking up into his hand roughly, he came, marking his chest and thighs.

Lips parted, eyes still heavy-lidded when he opened them, he took in the sight of the intruder in the doorway, “Jesus Christ!! Get the fuck out!” Sebastian snatched his towel, threw it over his lap half-heartedly. What the hell was the point now? He’d seen it all. “You better have just walked in here or I’ll have to fix those pretty eyes of yours so you never see again, huh? Or maybe I’ll break your damned jaw…” 

Clearly Moran was aware he had little to be ashamed of in any department, and was still making credible and breathless threats. “Go on, fucking move.”