[That little unless they can give informed consent sticks to Garrett's mind like a limpet, like a fine mist fogging his vision of the astonishingly attractive man before him. He isn't sure when this turned weirdly sensual, but he's decidedly into it- and the way that Steve, despite being six inches shorter, is somehow managing to take up even more space than his already large frame.]
Plenty. [Fuck, Steve wants to see his clothes off? Mouth suddenly dry, Garrett leans on the counter behind him, a little lost in the way it brings him down in height and lets Steve loom larger.] I have a lot of scars. Want to see them?
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Plenty. [Fuck, Steve wants to see his clothes off? Mouth suddenly dry, Garrett leans on the counter behind him, a little lost in the way it brings him down in height and lets Steve loom larger.] I have a lot of scars. Want to see them?