[He'd expected more scars than that. Billy-- he's littered with them. Both from back home and thanks to his little visit to Hell before coming here. Not that it's apparent with his clothes still on.
And the most effort he makes is to undo his trousers for right now as he watched Midnighter.
Scars or no, there's a pleased hum that leaves him. For what sounds like another county supe, he can't complain about what he's seeing... the expanse of muscle, the sight of him playing with his own cock.
Butcher steps forward to reach out and slide a hand through his hair, tipping his head back.]
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And the most effort he makes is to undo his trousers for right now as he watched Midnighter.
Scars or no, there's a pleased hum that leaves him. For what sounds like another county supe, he can't complain about what he's seeing... the expanse of muscle, the sight of him playing with his own cock.
Butcher steps forward to reach out and slide a hand through his hair, tipping his head back.]
Eager to follow orders, aren't you, lad?