Warm water rushed down Eutropius’ body, rinsing the feel and
stink of death off his body. He heard the light pounding of Mikhail’s fist on
the door and a fond smile crossed his face. He was interesting. Anytime they
managed to be alone, he got all nervous. He remembered the first time they were
alone, Eutropius wasn’t trying to get Mikhail naked, just shirtless. The
removal of the shirt was easy enough; Mikhail seemed eager to assist and reciprocating
the favor. But once that happened, Mikhail proceeded to become shy.
His face got flushed and he covered his erection. It was
adorable.
A twitch at groan level had Eutropius discouraging such
thoughts.
Better finish up.
Eutropius thought and grabbed the soap.
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