Bubbles... Sawyer watches, fascinated. He's never had a bubble bath before. He can already start to spell the subtle pleasant scent and he pauses in undressing, his pants undone as he looks up at Bishop when he speaks.
He flushes at the other's comment and he nods. He won't argue that. He slowly pushes his pants down. He still had bruises some fresher than others all over his body, particularly his thighs and his ass. There were some on his stomach and a large one that's ugly and later in the healing stages on one side and around to his back.
He catches sight of them and then shifts nearly wanting to pull his clothes back on suddenly embarrassed of his mate seeing the marks left on him by other wolves. He tries not to dwell, though he doesn't look at the other as he tugs off his socks and then his underwear, letting the clothes drop. The counter is cold against his bare skin but he didn't move from where the other had put him.
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He flushes at the other's comment and he nods. He won't argue that. He slowly pushes his pants down. He still had bruises some fresher than others all over his body, particularly his thighs and his ass. There were some on his stomach and a large one that's ugly and later in the healing stages on one side and around to his back.
He catches sight of them and then shifts nearly wanting to pull his clothes back on suddenly embarrassed of his mate seeing the marks left on him by other wolves. He tries not to dwell, though he doesn't look at the other as he tugs off his socks and then his underwear, letting the clothes drop. The counter is cold against his bare skin but he didn't move from where the other had put him.