Hunk doesn't remember ever being this cold. But then again, he doesn't remember being quite this exposed, either. In fact, those who know him might discover that he doesn't remember being here. The getup he'd found himself in upon waking didn't do much in terms of warmth, and though normally a walking tour of a new city would be pretty interesting, he's woefully unprepared.
"Is this how everyone gets welcomed here? This wouldn't even in the least be pleasant even if it were hot out."
Careful observers may also realize one key difference: the absence of a submissive mark.
Galleria of Sex
Hunk never considered himself much of a voyeur, but his face burns hot from blushing as he finds himself unable to fully look away from the abundance of exposed flesh, kinks, and coitus on display here. The discomfort from seeing such public displays is probably not quite as uncomfortable as the underlying arousal any warm-blooded teen might feel.
"Uh, 'scuse me, is this a mandatory stop on the tour?"
Ice To See You
He thought that finding clothes would be the primary solution to being completely bared to the elements, but somehow even that couldn't stop the helpless feel of exposure. He feels a lot warmer, but every small glimpse or glance in the general direction of anything shiny gave him an eyeful. It's really quite disorienting. He avoids peeking into shop windows, especially when he's near a stranger, and when given no choice, you may see his posture a little more rigid than normal, muscles a little more tensed, and hands gently folded over his groin.
"Is it me, or is everything around here super reflective?"
Blades of Glory
Hunk had always been pretty terrible at ice skating. In fact, the only thing keeping him at the tennis court turned ice rink was the hot chocolate. He sits and sips, merely observing the singles and couples and more on their skates and feeling the warmth of the hot chocolate seep into his fingertips, cheeks, chest, and other regions.
Hunk Garrett | Voltron | Dominant
Hunk doesn't remember ever being this cold. But then again, he doesn't remember being quite this exposed, either. In fact, those who know him might discover that he doesn't remember being here. The getup he'd found himself in upon waking didn't do much in terms of warmth, and though normally a walking tour of a new city would be pretty interesting, he's woefully unprepared.
"Is this how everyone gets welcomed here? This wouldn't even in the least be pleasant even if it were hot out."
Careful observers may also realize one key difference: the absence of a submissive mark.
Galleria of Sex
Hunk never considered himself much of a voyeur, but his face burns hot from blushing as he finds himself unable to fully look away from the abundance of exposed flesh, kinks, and coitus on display here. The discomfort from seeing such public displays is probably not quite as uncomfortable as the underlying arousal any warm-blooded teen might feel.
"Uh, 'scuse me, is this a mandatory stop on the tour?"
Ice To See You
He thought that finding clothes would be the primary solution to being completely bared to the elements, but somehow even that couldn't stop the helpless feel of exposure. He feels a lot warmer, but every small glimpse or glance in the general direction of anything shiny gave him an eyeful. It's really quite disorienting. He avoids peeking into shop windows, especially when he's near a stranger, and when given no choice, you may see his posture a little more rigid than normal, muscles a little more tensed, and hands gently folded over his groin.
"Is it me, or is everything around here super reflective?"
Blades of Glory
Hunk had always been pretty terrible at ice skating. In fact, the only thing keeping him at the tennis court turned ice rink was the hot chocolate. He sits and sips, merely observing the singles and couples and more on their skates and feeling the warmth of the hot chocolate seep into his fingertips, cheeks, chest, and other regions.