He closed the shower door as Thordar stepped into the stall, lacing an arm around his waist and pulled him close as the hot, but comfortably so, water ran over them both. He shuddered slightly as they brushed together intimately, starting the first stirrings in his groin before he pulled away, grabbing the bar of soap from the tray set into the wall and working it between his hands into a thick lather.
Setting the soap aside, he ran them over the other man’s chest, trailing down to his stomach before moving them back up to curve over his shoulders.