Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-11588669-20140525144252/@comment-11588669-20140525151512

He finished washing himself off, the sting of the soap still lingering. Nox rolled his neck, wincing slightly. He had taken a shot to the face, hard enough to wrench his head to the side. Sloppy, uncoordinated bullshit. He sighed as he wrapped a towel around his waist, disgusted with himself. The male stepped out of the locker room, headed towards his bag. It was late, nearing one in the morning. Very few people were up right now, and fewer still in this area at this time of night. So the mercenary didn't bother bringing his bag with him to the bathroom, sure that no one would walk in.

Most of his upper torso was in view, minus the small amount covered by the towel around his neck. His blue frosted black hair was slightly damp, and small wisps of steam drifted off of his body from the residual heat. Oh, and one last thing...his erection still hadn't gone down.

Not that he tried to 'take care of it'. That action was...immature and barbaric. Seriously, to just tug and tug until one finished, fantasizing about something that would never happen? Foolish.

Regardless, he still had a problem. That was leading to some fantasies of his own, much to his chagrin. The mercenary shook his head, midnight eyes unamused, and knelt down to open up his bag. "There's no way...that...would happen. She's known for turning men down, painfully. Not even going to try my luck with this shit." He was speaking out loud, not caring about his voice or who heard it.

Then the thrice-damned door opened.