Luciano sat in the old clawfoot bathtub, the warm soapy water lapping gently against his skin as he faced the mortal before him. He cupped some water and splashed it on himself, letting the water cascade over his broad shoulders. The soothing sensation was a welcome relief after their arduous lovemaking… fucking? The water dripped down his chest and he let out a deep, content sigh.
He could not help but steal a glance at the mortal whose eyes were closed in quiet contemplation, drinking in the way his long lashes were kissing the top of his cheeks. His legs were crossed casually at his ankle over his thigh to keep the swollen foot from descending into the warm water. In between his lips was a blunt, a wisp of smoke curling from the end.
The familiar, earthy aroma of his weed filled bud mingled with the damp, steamy air to create an atmosphere of intimacy.
