Nothing so fancy. But I've seen a lot of pretty throats, a lot of pretty people. I just know what I like.

[ he shrugs a shoulder, grinning and letting himself sink into the water a little, the lower half of his body practically floating in the bubbling heat. it's so pleasant, relaxing tired muscles and an even more weary mind. his eyes lazily roam what he can see of matt - the tattoos on pale skin - or at least the two he can sort of see. the lotus is easy - and there's a mark he's sure he can see dark under the rippling of the water, above the line of shorts. but, well. one shouldn't stare, it's rude. ]

But if I were them, I'd get my mouth on it. Try to leave marks where they can't be seen - the real challenge. Discretion even when in the throes of passion. Maybe get a palm around it, guide you places I'd like you to go, things you'd like to see. Watch it bulge with - well. Maybe that's too much. They can do whatever they'd like.

[ a small smile, a little single-shoulder shrug, and a soft ah as he tilts his head back when the bath's jets start up. ]