[ it Is a nice ass—plush with just enough give but a little muscle to it. he does like the hair, fingers following the grain of it in continuous exploration. lips pressing slowly to his, he hums into a kiss that lingers before he finally pulls his head away. the necklace around his throat presses between the two of them, and eiden can feel the sleepy dregs of his own essence surfacing traitorously with the proximity. ]

I'd be down for that. All of that, in fact...

[ a hot shower, some fun, those hands in memorable form besides the bruises and designs of fun from last night—it's all good to him. his hands don't stop passing over the hair over his skin, up along areas he hasn't touched yet this morning—the muscled shelf of his hip or the line of his waist, thumbing at ribs and letting fingers splay along his back. ]

You're pretty calm for a guy who just landed here... kinda surprising.