Was Emrys inviting him to smell him? Well, he couldn't really voice an opinion on the lotion's smell from where he was. He'd have to get close. Emrys felt like a burning, hot nuclear reactor, yet Christobal felt compelled to walk up closer to him.
Christobal had convinced himself that he was most decidedly anti homosexual, that the notion of touching a man, or being touched by a man, was disgusting, even the thought of it. Yet, seeing male genitalia... excited him, before he felt ashamed for it and that translated as disgust. Also, when he bedded women, he often wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end.
In any case, he wasn't about to jump in Emrys' bathtub and make out with him.
He was close enough to smell him, though.
"Mmm yes, you do smell like pastry now," he commented awkwardly.
Christobal had convinced himself that he was most decidedly anti homosexual, that the notion of touching a man, or being touched by a man, was disgusting, even the thought of it. Yet, seeing male genitalia... excited him, before he felt ashamed for it and that translated as disgust. Also, when he bedded women, he often wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end.
In any case, he wasn't about to jump in Emrys' bathtub and make out with him.
He was close enough to smell him, though.
"Mmm yes, you do smell like pastry now," he commented awkwardly.