Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
Sam hadn't quite clicked what it was Milo was about to do, and when mention of clothes coming off came up, he immediately began to laugh again, making a suggestive 'oooh' noise and wiggling his fingers. He was, at least, amenable to it, so Milo got his shirt off without any hassle, Sam's torso also covered in random spots of crusted sand and dirt that he had somehow either not noticed or decided not to wash off.
He watched the water pour into the tub and as he did, the amusement turned to a fantasy that perhaps he and Milo were here for altogether different reasons, possibly a second run of what they'd had in his shop.
The hands on his pants only served to further this and Sam eagerly shimmied them off (almost falling over and cracking his head on the sink in the process), then immediately his hands went to Milo's own waistband, an eyebrow raised in a smirking question.
He watched the water pour into the tub and as he did, the amusement turned to a fantasy that perhaps he and Milo were here for altogether different reasons, possibly a second run of what they'd had in his shop.
The hands on his pants only served to further this and Sam eagerly shimmied them off (almost falling over and cracking his head on the sink in the process), then immediately his hands went to Milo's own waistband, an eyebrow raised in a smirking question.
tfil a em evag uoy dnA
tfig a tahw ,erac oT
