"If you really want me not to worry, consider being more demanding," Jedao suggests, but dryly; there's a little pink of self-deprecation in his cheeks as he decides to take yes for an answer. He grunts softly as he bends over to remove his boots and socks, the deepest gash oozing another slow trickle of blood, obscuring some of the painted letters. Jedao tosses the brush and a washcloth next to the scalpel and the cup, then shimmies out of his pants and underwear together, leaving him in only his scars and his bracelets. After a thoughtful moment, he also takes off the more colorful one, a bit garishly beaded with red and blue and gold and silver all together, but leaves on the slim brass band etched with a vine pattern, and the dark grey of his Tungsten wedding ring.
"Put me where you want me?" he offers, hands slightly spread. He feels deliciously unashamed of his body; an unexpected bonus of starting the conversation with pictures.
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Date: 2024-05-01 07:05 pm (UTC)"Put me where you want me?" he offers, hands slightly spread. He feels deliciously unashamed of his body; an unexpected bonus of starting the conversation with pictures.