Feb 1, 2016
@bxrntobebred
After a tough day of training at the Iron Temple, Christian just wanted to get home and lay in bed and not get up for another twelve hours. With muscles aching and his fists practically bloodied, he wanted to relax, so when he walked through the front door of his home, he didn’t bother to say anything. Instead he dragged himself up the stairs until finally he reached his room and as soon as he opened the door... He was surprised with the sight he found instead. “Owen?” Christian asked, noticing his brother with a pair of his own boxers in his hand, inches away from his face. “What are you doing?”