SEE TARDIS
While you’re in there, take notes.
ooc; I was like woah…Sabin and smut? No way. Then I died. Love ya bud.
The weather was cool, not cold. The steam poured out of the stall as the water began to heat up. It had been a long time since Sabin had allowed himself to really enjoy a shower. The water rolled down his form in graceful tongues, clinging and conforming to every curve, every angle. The shower left his bulging pecs glistening with a soft sheen, his hair matted in a blonde mess, slick with hot water, his whole body having steam roll off in waves. He lathered some soap in his hands and rubbed it on his body, down to where his muscles cut in just above his pelvis.