[ It's certainly a display in their differences, how each of them strips with their own baggage, or lack of it. Xenk's eyes are drawn toward both of them, dancing between Astarion's practiced movements and Fenris' utilitarian movements. He cares for both these men, and holds each of them in his heart to different degrees. Yet they are both so beautiful, it boggles his mind a bit. Xenk cannot help but sing a silent prayer of thanks to whichever god allowed him to encounter and grow close to them both. (For once, his mind does not think of Tyr. Was it justice, to find such warm company? Was this what he deserved, for his service? It seems folly to even consider.)
But Xenk wastes no time and finishes undressing, tossing slacks and boots and socks aside to be dealt with later. For all his calm control, it's things like that that show how much he wants this. He strides up to Astarion's other side and helps with these as well, gaze ever-focused with intent. He shares that look with Fenris, even as his eyes take him in. ]
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But Xenk wastes no time and finishes undressing, tossing slacks and boots and socks aside to be dealt with later. For all his calm control, it's things like that that show how much he wants this. He strides up to Astarion's other side and helps with these as well, gaze ever-focused with intent. He shares that look with Fenris, even as his eyes take him in. ]
You need but ask, and you shall receive.