[Cobalt can feel the appreciation for it all - the muscles in his back, the breadth of his shoulders (the quiet part that wants to press a kiss to that scar, to take it away, to fight whatever put it there and make them sorry), the swell of his ass and the length of his legs]

[The desire is a low buzz under Thorn's skin, by now; his interest is very evident, through the tight confines of his underwear]