Showing Off (R-18)

Ezra rushed through his shower as his mind raced at all the possibilities awaiting him.

Oberyn had something he wanted to show him. He'd said it with such a confident smile. It was bound to be good.

Real good.

He got out of the steaming hot water, his skin still tingling from the heat and dripping wet. The hot steam clung to his skin and the sudden coolness prickled goosebumps across his flushed chest. Something told him getting dressed would have been a waste of time, so he threw on a light robe and made his way back to the room.

The silk robe slid over damp shoulders, clinging in places it shouldn't. Each drop that rolled down his spine felt like a countdown to something climactic. 

As he arrived, he spotted Oberyn sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room. The adorable and petite Nephilim was fully dressed, wearing a bright blue top and tight black pants that contoured to his skinny but muscular legs.