Fian Vel Steyr surveyed himself in the mirror, he just absolutely likes the feeling of coming out of the showers clean and fresh. Brushing aside the white hairs on his forehead and adjusting his rank pins, he strode out of the showering block in full confidence to do any task at hand... As long as it isn't dirty that is.
Rico had himself planted steadily on one of the many bed, his eyes following Fian's movements as an odd smile spread across his face. As Fian neared, he straightened himself up, his arms down by his side, palms softly against the sheets. Rico shot a low whistle at the lone marine, attempting to catch his attention.
Without a moment's hesitation, Rico lifted his hand to the upper hem of his body-suit and began slowly moving the zipper downwards. His gaze never left Fian's eyes, even as the end of the zipper cut below the bottom of his strongly erect member. Rico removed his hand at that point, replacing it to its original position on the edge of the bed as his face slowly adopted a flirtatious, enamored expression as his lips formed a soft question into the air.
"Shall we do it?â€