"Suit yourself," Lucius replies, easy and carefree, and rocks himself up to sitting and then off the bed. He stretches once he's up and then meanders toward the pitcher and cloth in the corner. The washbasin is empty but cool water is better than scratching to get ones-self clean.
"I hope you've sated your misbegotten curiosity, Izzy," Lucius tells him. "You can only slum it once, after all, and maintain plausible deniability. But...you don't need to do that, because I'm dreadful, right?"
He pours some water and rubs at his arms. He can still feel the itchy, warm sensation those stupid flowers had left on his skin. The driving dangerous need to get unclothed, to fuck or be fucked, or just touch and grope, that's gone--but the edge of it lingers. He hopes it'll go away but, even if it sits at this level for a while, he can tolerate it. He dunks the cloth in the water and wipes down one arm as he looks back at Izzy.
"You don't strike me as a cuddler, but I'm economical. Want to share the bed and head back to the ship after a nice nap?"
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Date: 2022-06-19 01:58 am (UTC)"I hope you've sated your misbegotten curiosity, Izzy," Lucius tells him. "You can only slum it once, after all, and maintain plausible deniability. But...you don't need to do that, because I'm dreadful, right?"
He pours some water and rubs at his arms. He can still feel the itchy, warm sensation those stupid flowers had left on his skin. The driving dangerous need to get unclothed, to fuck or be fucked, or just touch and grope, that's gone--but the edge of it lingers. He hopes it'll go away but, even if it sits at this level for a while, he can tolerate it. He dunks the cloth in the water and wipes down one arm as he looks back at Izzy.
"You don't strike me as a cuddler, but I'm economical. Want to share the bed and head back to the ship after a nice nap?"