Mac closed his eyes when Piotr touched him, trying to force down his self-consciousness, to keep his lips together enough that the other man wouldn't see his teeth. Maybe he understood what radiation was, but he hadn't lived in the wastes. None of these people had.
He leaned forward to press a kiss to the sharp line of Piotr's hip before he rocked back onto his heels and stood up, pulling the tight, bright shirt he was wearing over his head. The only thing that had left to the imagination was the scars dotting Mac's body here and there. Everyone here had scars it seemed. His just felt...dirtier or at least less noble.
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Date: 2017-06-10 05:44 am (UTC)He leaned forward to press a kiss to the sharp line of Piotr's hip before he rocked back onto his heels and stood up, pulling the tight, bright shirt he was wearing over his head. The only thing that had left to the imagination was the scars dotting Mac's body here and there. Everyone here had scars it seemed. His just felt...dirtier or at least less noble.
"You sure?"