[It isn't quiiiite presenting, but it's something damnclose. The stall is cramped and it still smells like sex, like virile stallion and the sounds Shiro can make now, rumblings and whufflings, all seem to be tangible as well as audible. Still, Matt seems shameless about being naked, bending and turning on the warm water and letting out a soft groan as it trickles out over his shivering skin, dappling his stomach and thighs and hips with water.
He shakes his head, hair wet and curling, then glances over his shoulder, blinking innocently at Shiro.]
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He shakes his head, hair wet and curling, then glances over his shoulder, blinking innocently at Shiro.]
You okay?