“Well?” Holzy’s tone had a sting. “Are you going back on your word already? I just gave you an order. Do it.”
Trying to ignore both the wizard’s study and Graber’s smirk before his partner realized he, too, had to get naked, Hanson peeled off his jerkin. Then he untied the waist of his pants and let them drop to the floor. He kicked off his boots last and, with them, the trousers that had settled around his ankles.
“You’ll do,” Holzy murmured. “Not badly made at all.” His glance lingered on Hanson’s crotch.
Under that scrutiny, Hanson felt his cock twitch again and rise from its nest of dark brown hair. He was proud of that particular appendage and believed, although he had little to compare with, that he was better endowed than many of his fellows. The appreciation on Holzy’s face seemed to confirm the fact.