i’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
lucifer sentence starters.
Elliot shot Leonard a sheepish glance up as he sat criss-crossed legs on the sofa facing the other man. He wasn’t trying to put on a show or anything but the way Snart’s eyes were fixed on him like a hawk almost made it feel like that’s what the guy was seeing. Elliot unzipped his hoodie at a slow pace and slipped his arms out of the sleeves to let the clothing fall off him sideways onto the floor.
Next, fingers curled under the bottom hem of his black cotton tee before he pulled it up and over his head, abdomen hollowing as he momentarily arched his back. This was the first time he’d be taking his clothes off in front of Snart which was both fun and nerve wracking at the same time.
Elliot had never thought much about his body. Not necessarily that he had any issues with how he looked but he also didn’t think there was much to look at. He was thin, which could be sought after but the way he did it was because he probably needed to eat more. A little meat on his bones would do him good. He was lean and wiry, practically emaciated. But it was sort of to be expected with the level of care he took of himself. Elliot’s legs slid up so he could have his knees pulled to his chest, arms resting over them and chin dropping to lay over his forearms. His eyes were on Leonard now, bottom lip pulled in between his teeth a bit. “Your turn…”
