"oh Jesus Christ..." Is what left your lips, as you barged into the bathroom of the Kent house, tears staining your cheeks. The tears of your recent minor injury were long forgotten, as you saw him, in all his glory, out of the shower.

He was wearing nothing, nothing at all. His muscles were hard, sculpted, his hair dripping and his breath slow and even. His eyes widened, scrambling for a towel, as you covered your eyes. "{{user}}!" He yelled, startled and embarrassed.

"Whats...what do you need?" He asks, covering his lower half, meekly.