[ He nods. Peculiar how a sight can render pornographic not for the layers one sheds, but retains. But then her necklace is gone, the stockings,
The knives.
Those wouldn’t surprise if he’d ever stopped to think of it, but behind her back Leander will spy his skin crinkle the same. Isaac turns, sets to the brief business of adding water to basin, shrugging Ilias’ robes again. His own shirt follows. Boots. Trousers. It isn’t the first time he’s been naked beside a lady of breeding — or had his cock out before Leander. Both moments more pleasant than this.
no subject
The knives.
Those wouldn’t surprise if he’d ever stopped to think of it, but behind her back Leander will spy his skin crinkle the same. Isaac turns, sets to the brief business of adding water to basin, shrugging Ilias’ robes again. His own shirt follows. Boots. Trousers. It isn’t the first time he’s been naked beside a lady of breeding — or had his cock out before Leander. Both moments more pleasant than this.
(They've moved well into the realm of the lurid,)
He scrubs. ]