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Thancred wouldn’t consider himself particularly muscular. He exercises and keeps up his physique of course, because peaceful as all is, who knows when his talents and skills might be of use? Better to be prepared than regretful on the morrow, and he is far from retiring anyway.
But whenever he notices Rex looking his way—specifically at his chest—, he’s not too proud to admit that he does stand a little straighter.
He’s not even sure Rex knows that he’s staring. Sometimes he looks a little spaced out, like the Miqo’te was thinking of something and his eyes just happened to stick onto Thancred’s bare chest. But his eyes always follow without fail, and a few times Thancred had caught Rex’s tail swaying in that telltale manner like he wanted to pounce.
And maybe Thancred utilizes this fact to his advantage.
“What do you think?”
He’s dressed head to toe in Tataru’s latest design, a simple white collared dress shirt with blue printed pants that reach to half his calf. There’s a brimmed hat and sandals that go with it which Thancred forgoes for the moment.
Rex is sat on the bed, hands propped behind himself for support as he looks Thancred up and down. “It’s nice, I like it.” His eyes pause momentarily on Thancred’s chest before moving away. “Very leisure wear.”
“I believe it’s her hope that with all the former Scions dressed by her, it will boost her boutique’s visibility and sales.” Thancred gives himself a once-over, smiling at Rex when he looks up. “Not that I mind, of course. Though I think personally I might wear it like this.”
Pleased doesn’t even begin to describe how Thancred feels when he hears Rex do a sharp intake as he unbuttons his shirt, nonchalantly pulling it open to the sides.
“How about this?”
He still maintains some semblance of decency with both panels covering his nipples, but everything else is out in the open. Rex’s lips part slightly, his whole body held perfectly still. It might be the first time he’d seen Thancred in such attire, and the latter was more than satisfied with his reaction.
Thancred does slow breath ins and breathe outs, smirking at Rex whose gaze seems to follow his chest rising and falling.
And then abruptly the Miqo’te blushes, eyes darting down briefly before flicking back up to Thancred’s face, a small pout forming when he takes in Thancred’s smirk. Cute.
“I don’t think you need my opinion.” Rex mumbles, ears flattening in embarrassment. Thancred walks closer, towering over his boyfriend on the bed. Rex is still blushing when Thancred places his forefinger under his chin to tilt it, prompting Rex to look at him.
How embarrassed would he be if Thancred told him of his recent observations?
“Maybe. But I want it.”
Rex’s tail thrashes behind him a few times before he relents: “I like it.”
“Better than before?” Thancred grins, wider still when Rex’s pout intensifies, in so doing weakening the strength of his glare.
“Yes. Happy?”
Thancred replies by falling onto Rex, rolling them over as the latter yelps in alarm.
“Verily.”
Rex huffs out a laugh. “You sound like Urianger.”
“Hm.” Thancred’s fingers stroke along Rex’s sides, the smile that has yet to leave his lips widening with Rex stretching into his touch, tail brushing by his hand. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Depends.” Rex lies his full body down onto him, “would you like me to be thinking about Urianger right now?”
Thancred makes a face that has Rex laughing.
“Why don’t we think about something else?” Rex suggests.
“What did you have in mind?”
Rex hums, hands trailing downward in a most inviting manner.
“Well, I have a few ideas…”