Their arms were strong, well defined, as was the rest of what I could see. Xen blushed a little. I stopped looking to afford them some modesty, turning my attention to getting n***d myself. Behind me, the water turned on in one of the cubicles. I hung my vest, shirt, and pants and put my boots under the bench before turning to find Xen tipping back their head under the water stream.
My curiosity was strong, but I also didn’t want to make Xen uncomfortable. “It is okay,” Xen said, holding out a hand. I took it and joined them in the cubicle. “We are one.”
They drew my hand to their chest, which was flat, with no n*****s, just muscle. I slid my hand down, rounding their hip and over the hard round of their a*s. “Is all of you this hard?” I murmured.
“No, not all,” Xen replied, guiding my
