[ Dorian averts his gaze to give Tary as much privacy as possible, as much dignity as their new positions would allow, as he continues to clean himself. His body is mostly cleaned, the traces of what happened washed away. He didn’t feel clean though, but he imagined he wouldn’t ever really feel clean ever again.
Even in the slim chance they ever made it out of here.
Drying himself off, he can’t help glancing at the other man then, especially as he throws his head back, the excess water spraying in an arch off his golden hair. In any other circumstance, it would be a majestic sight, the fan of golden locks and the water dripping down a handsome body.
But he glances away again. He imagines neither of them are in the mood to have their looks admired, since it’s what had gotten them here in the first place. ]
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Even in the slim chance they ever made it out of here.
Drying himself off, he can’t help glancing at the other man then, especially as he throws his head back, the excess water spraying in an arch off his golden hair. In any other circumstance, it would be a majestic sight, the fan of golden locks and the water dripping down a handsome body.
But he glances away again. He imagines neither of them are in the mood to have their looks admired, since it’s what had gotten them here in the first place. ]