(( Wen Kexing turns, full expecting that Sesshomaru will follow. There are plenty of unoccupied rooms in their compound and so he leads them to one of those. It didn't feel right taking the demon to the bed he shares with Zishu without Zishu taking part, as well. So he ducks into another nearby room and turns back to face Sesshomaru.
Without a word, he begins to strip out of his robes, letting each layer fall into a pool of silk at his feet until his skin is bared to the other's gaze. There's nothing innately feminine about his body. There's lithe muscle beneath the robes, the tell-tale shape of a martial artist. He's tall and slim, but clearly strong. Where soft curves had been are harder contours and sharp angles. ))
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Without a word, he begins to strip out of his robes, letting each layer fall into a pool of silk at his feet until his skin is bared to the other's gaze. There's nothing innately feminine about his body. There's lithe muscle beneath the robes, the tell-tale shape of a martial artist. He's tall and slim, but clearly strong. Where soft curves had been are harder contours and sharp angles. ))