It piqued Romanâs curiosity when Noah casually mentioned his son once more. The wanderer was almost certain heâd never slept with a parent before. Noah hardly seemed like one â and Roman certainly couldnât see him actually conceive a child. However, Noah was full of surprises, not treacherously, so Roman was at ease with letting things unfold here in the small washroom of the inn. Those carefully talented fingers slowly removed themselves, and Roman took to cupping the still steaming water and rinsing off his skin. Whatever soap Noah used, it was almost like it had magical properties. Roman not only felt cleaner, but incredibly less tense. He splashed some water on his face when the sound of a metallic zipper sounded behind him.
With water droplets hanging from his lashes, Roman glanced over as Noah began to peel his way out of his clothing. The wanderer hadnât taken close enough note of his new companionâs garb until now, for his bodysuit was skin tight and form-fitting, giving Roman a fair idea to expect what was underneath. Yet, Roman was still enamored by the peachy pale skin that began to expose itself. Noahâs torso was tight and lean, built with an obvious musculature that spoke of years of physical training. It was the abundant number of scars riddling Noahâs body that revealed the angelâs past was not without violence and battle. Roman had a few scars of his own, but not nearly in the quantity that his new wash companion sported.
Romanâs grey eyes flashed up to Noahâs inviting face as he inquired about more room in the tub. Roman must have nodded slightly, but was mostly distracted by the removal of Noahâs suit. Although his torso was masculine in appearance, Noahâs hips tapered out in a very feminine voluptuousness that was both appealing and odd. Romanâs gaze lingered there, decidedly pleased, when Noahâs clothes finally dropped to the floor.
It wasnât surprising, then, how Noah was able to conceive a child. His entire body was nothing but male, yet there was something very important missing. Instead, between Noahâs scarred thighs was a light pink opening. Romanâs face flushed further as his companion stepped out of their suit and sauntered over to the tub. Roman hadnât slept with many women â or, at least persons with that type of genitalia â but his own impressively male member began to react positively.
Although a little slow due to the distraction, Roman scooted up to the very back of the tub as Noah slipped into the hot bath. The wanderer was forced to open his legs to accommodate the other male, because as Noah said, the spacing was beginning to get a little cramped â although not unsatisfactorily in the least. Noah took to draping his legs over Romanâs thick thighs, which caused a pleasant tingle to rupture through Romanâs nerves, serving to further his arousal. His own legs ended up tucked deliciously underneath Noahâs ample thighs, the flesh soft yet firm against him. They were close enough that anything was within Romanâs reach. It was almost too inviting.Â
Distracted yet again by Noahâs wandering fingers along his calf, Roman had to blink twice to process his blond companions request. He nodded, âYeah â thank you.â It was almost a sin to have to remove himself from their current entanglement, but Roman would have to get up in order to turn around in the relatively narrow tub. Tenderly, Roman removed the angelâs thighs from atop his own, momentarily enjoying the feeling of Noahâs skin underneath his fingertips. He knelt up from the bath, exposing himself from the knee up. Water ran off and dripped from his heavy half-arousal, and it was only visible for a few seconds before Roman maneuvered himself around and back into the tub â his back facing Noahâs front. He leaned back a bit, Noahâs thighs finding themselves around Romanâs waist, âLike this?â he asked, turning his head back.
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