[ Cobb's arrival is admittedly not something he wants to linger too long on - it's in Arthur's jurisdiction, after all, and it's easy enough instead to roll back a few days into previous intentions, like the photo in his hand. He quirks a brow at Yusuf's state, leaning against the doorframe casually enough as his fingers work the edges of the photograph idly. ]
Don't keep me from washing your hands, [ he comments, giving a pointed glance from Yusuf to the sink. He has, at least, enough remnants of politeness to not stare at Yusuf's prick - but really, it's hardly his first time seeing any cock, least of all Yusuf's.
He does, at least, waggle the face of the photo about so that the other man might catch a glimpse. ]
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Don't keep me from washing your hands, [ he comments, giving a pointed glance from Yusuf to the sink. He has, at least, enough remnants of politeness to not stare at Yusuf's prick - but really, it's hardly his first time seeing any cock, least of all Yusuf's.
He does, at least, waggle the face of the photo about so that the other man might catch a glimpse. ]
I want to talk about this, though.