Peter was readying the bathroom in the loft to take a bath in the claw foot tub. Actually, he was readying for sex in said bathtub, but it was supposed to have the guise that he was taking this bath alone before Leon joined him. He had the water started, the candles lit, and the robes set near the tub along with the champagne and glasses. He was stuck though, so he broke from his quiet methodical setup to walk out to where Leon was waiting. Wearing only boxers, a t-shirt, and a fresh towel, which was draped across his shoulders, Peter looked disheveled from the nap he’d just roused from before Leon had suggested the bath.”Sir?” Peter prompted quietly, clearly anxious. “I can’t decide if I should use honeysuckle or lavender bath salts, which scent would you prefer?”












