shifting-han:

(/his skin flushed, both from your shameless stare and from the warmth of the water hitting it) Well…there’s the lack of privacy for one. Me breaking into your house. Again and then there’s me doing this (/he trails his fingers down your side, following the lines of your muscles) 

{Smirks, cold digits pressing against the male’s bare chest, drawing small invisible circles upon the heated complexion.;} I don’t mind the lack of privacy, darling. Nor the fact that you “broke into” my house, since I enjoy having you around. {Huffs in amusement, eyes tinted by playfulness as his muscles contract little by little, simply due to the other’s touch.;} And I surely don’t mind you doing that. {Almost whispers, stepping forward to lessen the distanced between them both, fingers trailing downwards along Luhan’s torso.;}