The warm water rippled softly as Zarius didn't hesitate for another second.
He shed his boots and kicked off his dark socks in two swift motions, unbuttoning his tunic and stripping the heavy wool garment over his head to toss it unceremoniously onto the dry tile floor. Unbuckling his belt, he stepped straight into the sunken marble basin with his dark trousers still clinging to his legs, the heavy wet fabric instantly sticking to his thigh muscles as he sank into the steaming water.
Cherion didn't even have time to tease him for getting his trousers wet before Zarius reached out, his broad hands locking around Cherion's waist and hauling him flush against his warm, bare chest.
Zarius leaned down, capturing Cherion's lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
