The way Sorin groaned, fingers digging even harder into his skin Koray suspected he might actually get used to initiating.
He froze, surprised and disappointed, when Sorin set him on his feet again. Before he could complain, however, Sorin was stripping, casting his clothes carelessly aside. Koray had seen him naked many times; it was hard not to when they shared a room and usually the same bath water. It was different, however, when he was allowed to stare, absorb the well-toned body, the places where sun-kissed skin had not yet been entirely faded by winter, the patches of skin the sun never saw. Every scratch and scar was laid bare, the hardened body of a lifelong soldier. Koray tried not to stare at the most obvious bit of Sorin, but it was rather hard to avoid. He nearly rolled his eyes at himself and dragged his gaze back up to Sorin's face, his own hot.