Despite how much he savoured the feeling of Bagoas in his arms from time to time, the moments of stolen sleep below deck in one another's arms. They were moments he cherished, and those he thought of when he was hiding in the coolness of the jungle. This though, this was different.

This was nudity, and sleek, wet limbs and feelings Josef hadn't had for more years than he could count were beginning to surface.

The same feelings that had his fingers tracing over the tops of Bagoas' feet, up to brush against his knees and just barely touch his thighs before circling around to the back of his knees and tracing down his calves once more.

"Does it help to know you're doing a lot for me right now," he teased.