[The fumbling feels delightfully complimentary. The look feels very much the same. There's a novelty, still, to being studied like this--openly, hungrily--that curls wonderfully in the pit of his stomach as he forces his hand to keep the same even pace on himself.
There's a novelty in being allowed to study, as well. The warm water from the shower is perhaps putting the faintest softness around the edges, but the lovely little details come through clearly all the same. The stretch of Thomas's fingers reaching for the panel, the relaxation hitting his shoulder, the sweat-ruffled hair, the smooth motion of beginning to strip; it keeps William's heart pounding in his ears.]
Flirt.
[Words are getting more sluggishly caught in his throat, now that Thomas is here but still just out of reach. His fingers briefly loosen before taking a tighter grip on himself, chin lifting as he lets his head rest back against the wall.]
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There's a novelty in being allowed to study, as well. The warm water from the shower is perhaps putting the faintest softness around the edges, but the lovely little details come through clearly all the same. The stretch of Thomas's fingers reaching for the panel, the relaxation hitting his shoulder, the sweat-ruffled hair, the smooth motion of beginning to strip; it keeps William's heart pounding in his ears.]
Flirt.
[Words are getting more sluggishly caught in his throat, now that Thomas is here but still just out of reach. His fingers briefly loosen before taking a tighter grip on himself, chin lifting as he lets his head rest back against the wall.]