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[victormakesart]

Victor is in a pair of knee-long rainbow unicorn swim trunks. Victor is so subtle it hurts a little sometimes, with the gigantic aviators that cover up most of the face, the loose black t-shirt, and the big burgundy robe

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[backtomyplace]

Malcolm just gave him a look and moved past him into the bathroom. There were jacuzzis down in the spa part of his hotel, of course, but he valued his privacy, so he'd brought Victor up to his own suite. It might be a bit risky, having a young man in his room so intimately, but he hadn't gotten where he was by playing it safe. He wasn't going to do anything but lounge in the hot tub.

He shed pieces of his suit as he walked, losing jacket, shirt, and tie before even reaching the tub. He looked back to see if Victor was going to join him.

[victormakesart]

Victor sheds and folds the robe, just the way he folded his other clothes in the bathroom, meticulously neat.

He feels a little bit like a plucked bird. A lot like a plucked bird. Goosebumps, without those bright feathers, without any sort of hat or adornment. Just the trunks and the t-shirt and the sunglasses. After a glance for permission, he steps one leg into the tub, easing in, feeling the tingly feeling you get when you're immersing in hot water and your brain hasn't decided whether it's too hot or perfectly right.

Victor likes to think of that as the lobster-brain. You don't know whether you're about to be boiled, so you balk.

[backtomyplace]

He watched the young man for a moment, then shrugged and kicked off his shoes and stepped on his socks one at a time to pull them off. He shucked his pants without a trace of embarrassment. He then tugged off his boxers and slid into the water without hesitation.

[victormakesart]

Victor very strictly does not look! A soon as those hands go near his waistband, Victor's hands go over his eyes, and he lowers into the water the rest of the way. A little clumsily, considering his lack of a visual confirmation of where he's settling down.