Well, so it apparently wasn't that hunter was prudish; he stripped and got into the tub while Kyran was still in the room--and the half-incubus couldn't help but look, eyes roaming over the tight muscles and scars. He had to admit, he had a thing for scars, namely because he had none. They were interesting to him, marks of a person's life, their struggles, what they had survived--and his own flawless skin only pointed to a pampered, easy life when that was far from the case.
He let his eyes wandered and his lips quirked into a smile.
Guy had a cute ass, too. Didn't matter how much older than him the guy looked, it was cute.
As soon as Hunter was in the tub, Kyran spoke up. "Want me to scrub your back?"