[ Len tries not to look too smug at the realization that Crius also doesn't mind a bit of a firm hand, seeing as he's more than happy to deliver. Might ruminate later on why that is, if it comes with the hierarchal structure they've got going on at the bunker or if it's born of something else. Either way, he'll find out eventually.
He wastes no time divesting himself of the rest of his own clothing, too impatient to let Crius do it and keen on watching him strip down, a vision of that masculine ideal one sees in the old magazines littered across the Mojave. Len's eyes track over every inch of him, head tipped speculatively to one side, borderline infuriated at how he just looks like that. ]
You're a Hell of a lot more charming.
[ Len informs him, pushing himself up off the couch with liquid confidence, hands skimming Crius' hips just as he gets near enough to touch. A mischievous grin flashes across his face. ]
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He wastes no time divesting himself of the rest of his own clothing, too impatient to let Crius do it and keen on watching him strip down, a vision of that masculine ideal one sees in the old magazines littered across the Mojave. Len's eyes track over every inch of him, head tipped speculatively to one side, borderline infuriated at how he just looks like that. ]
You're a Hell of a lot more charming.
[ Len informs him, pushing himself up off the couch with liquid confidence, hands skimming Crius' hips just as he gets near enough to touch. A mischievous grin flashes across his face. ]
But yeah, you could pull off the loincloth.