Lucian stayed seated at Nathan's bed, waiting for the other to finish dressing. The hum of the night absorbed everything around them, leaving only the sound of the drawers opening and closing as Nathan chose his clothes diligently. The fabric being folded or placed left subtly provocative noises when it created friction on his bare skin.
Just listening to it, Lucian couldn't help but project a few images in his mind. The sounds were suggestive enough and his imagination could go far. He was somehow nervous, even though Nathan wasn't near him. It was a good thing that Nathan's closet was actually a dressing room. It was a completely separate space, where Lucian's eyes couldn't reach, and he couldn't glance at any part of him, which was for the best.
