Dorian in the shower

Dorian stands under the spray, his dark hair slicked back as he flexes his muscular arms, the blue cloth pressed tight against his groin. He leans against the tiled wall, one hand resting on his head while the other lingers on his hip, a smirk playing on his clean-shaven face. The cloth glides over his smooth skin as he adjusts himself, the water running down his body in slow, deliberate strokes.