[ quentin glances back over at koby, admiring the tone and the shape of his body - not his usual type, really, but he's alluring enough to keep quentin's attention as his underwear comes off. even more surprising when he sees the thatch of pink hair, the deep vee between his thighs.

quentin enjoys surprises. ]

I wasn't actually expecting you to wash my back, but since you're offering...

[ he turns around in the spray of the water, sighing as it runs down his chest. he has a swimmer's build, his thighs nothing but lean, ropey muscles, his back broad. he's not bothered by his own nudity, a happy trail of dark fuzz down his front now that he's letting his hair grow. his chest the very same. ]

I'll do yours once you think you can stand upright. I'd feel terrible if I knocked you face first into the tub.