[ Matt laughs, though still with a bit of a grimace, at covered in dirt. The sense memories of choking on earth, of clawing his way to the surface in a frantic, weirdly sticky flail of limbs, are all right there if he gives himself a moment to think about them. He's suddenly deeply grateful to be like, baseline clean, with the only residue on his person a pleasant hint of rose oil.
He smiles at Tezca as he flicks open buttons, letting his shirt slip from his shoulders. ]
I like getting fucked, [ he notes, warm and amused. ] If it's by the right person.
[ Not to put too fine a point on it, but most people can meet his standards with a bit of effort. Or with a sufficiently aesthetic lack of effort. ]
I like a lot of things, [ Matt adds, as he rises from the stool to undo his trousers. Pushes them down along with his underwear, revealing ungrandly: his Shard, the emerald lotus over his heart; the Hanuman tattoo curling around his right hip; chickeny calves and a surprisingly good butt; and, when he turns to fetch Tezcatlipoca a towel, the serious-looking tattoo over his left shoulder blade. Interlocking black and gray lines, severe letters in Aramaic, Latin, Greek. ]
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He smiles at Tezca as he flicks open buttons, letting his shirt slip from his shoulders. ]
I like getting fucked, [ he notes, warm and amused. ] If it's by the right person.
[ Not to put too fine a point on it, but most people can meet his standards with a bit of effort. Or with a sufficiently aesthetic lack of effort. ]
I like a lot of things, [ Matt adds, as he rises from the stool to undo his trousers. Pushes them down along with his underwear, revealing ungrandly: his Shard, the emerald lotus over his heart; the Hanuman tattoo curling around his right hip; chickeny calves and a surprisingly good butt; and, when he turns to fetch Tezcatlipoca a towel, the serious-looking tattoo over his left shoulder blade. Interlocking black and gray lines, severe letters in Aramaic, Latin, Greek. ]