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Leader's PlayTime
Tom & Tord
Everything had been proceeding with almost insulting precision over the past few weeks. The territorial expansion had proved surprisingly straightforward, particularly given the technological leap in the Red Army’s weaponry. The lightning offensives on the eastern front and the neutralisation of local command centres had reduced resistance to little more than isolated skirmishes. As a result, the main base enjoyed an unusual calm, with routine patrols, stable shifts and a respite that did not usually last too long.
Tom was in Tord’s office, sifting through metal filing cabinets crammed with classified folders. Every document was dated, catalogued and duplicated. It was meticulously efficient… and exasperating.
“I hope those documents are shoved up your a—”
Before he could finish the sentence, a notification flashed on his visor. He clicked his tongue, left the filing cabinet open and walked out of the office with several papers still in his hand.
He took the lift without hurrying. As he descended, he checked his reflection in the polished glass. His uniform was impeccable, straps tight, not a single crease out of place. Everything in order.
He made his way through the main corridors of the base. The staff greeted him with quick, stiff salutes. Some tensed up when they passed him, whilst others took the opportunity to inform him of minor logistical glitches or pending requests. Tom replied with short sentences and precise solutions, without slowing his pace.
Upon reaching one of the main entrances, he stopped and stood to attention.
Several armoured vehicles lined up in front of the platform. From them dozens of soldiers and high-ranking officers disembarked, the weariness of the journey still etched on their shoulders. Orders began to flow immediately; equipment was collected, reports handed over and escorts reassigned.
The last vehicle, a larger reinforced transport, came to a halt with a hydraulic hiss. Several armed men emerged first, forming a perimeter. Finally, the last figure stepped out.
Tord hadn’t even finished closing the door before he was already being bombarded with information. He replied curtly, nodding here and there, tossing objects and documents that others caught on the fly. He didn’t stop.
When he finally reached Tom, they looked at each other for just a second.
“Thomas.”
“Red.”
“I hope everything’s been quiet at base.”
“Yes. Nothing urgent to report.”
“Good.”
Tord raised his hand, a clear and authoritative gesture. The crowd began to disperse almost instantly, though some were still murmuring about future deployments and supply routes. Tord was no longer paying them any attention.
Tom waited until he was by his side before setting off. As they made their way up to the upper levels, the corridors grew quieter, access more restricted.
“Has anyone screwed up while i was away?” muttered Tord.
“Nothing out of the ordinary. The same old incompetents.”
“Mhm.”
Tord turned his head slightly, giving Tom a once-over. A fleeting expression crossed his face before he resumed his stiff posture, his hands clasped behind his back.
“How was the… celebration?”
“I don’t know if I’d call it that,” Tord replied in a low voice. “The plans to secure the northern corridor were working. The high command came with me to the secondary base, in the Karsk woods. From there we coordinated the movements.” He paused briefly. “When we saw there’d be no setbacks… that’s when we let our guard down.”
“So, a celebration.” The difference in tone was evident now that there was no one around.
“Did you miss me?” asked Tord, a crooked smile appearing on his face, changing the subject. As he passed a couple of technicians, the expression vanished instantly.
“And you?” Tom retorted. “While you were sleeping with some stripper on your lovely plot of land in the middle of the woods?”
Tord let out a low chuckle.
“Ha. No. No. I admit they were attractive, but I didn’t do anything that might upset you.” Once again, Tord’s earlier look had returned, seeking a reaction.
“There’s nothing you could do to piss me off in that regard,” replied Tom, impassively. “I’ve got enough sense not to take your impulses.”
“Mhm.”
The detail didn’t escape Tord. Nor did it bother him. Not too much.
“I’ve brought you some little gifts,” Tord continued, trying to keep the conversation going. At the end of the day, Tom was, if not the only one, then one of the few people to whom he actually told everything that was on his mind.
“When you say ‘little presents’, I don’t know if you mean some local weapon, huge baskets of food, or whatever takes your fancy that you’ll then foist on me just to make yourself feel better.”
“No, no, not at all,” he denied. “Although I have to admit, you’re a bit of a challenge when it comes to buying you presents.”
“Tord.” Tom was one of the few people who called him by his real name. “We’ve been together for thirteen years, not counting the time since we first met,” he added. “And excluding those eight years when you left.”
“It was a joke, calm down.”
“I’m calm.”
Tom’s visor projected a hologram of rolling eyes, whilst he muttered something to himself.
“I know what you like,” Tord continued. “I’ve brought you some incredible wines, very old ones, a few ornaments…” He paused, unable to hide a wry smile. “And one thing which, I admit, was more for my own pleasure. But I’m sure you’ll love it.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, but before he could reply, they had crossed the final corridor. There stood the highest-ranking officers and a few exceptions. Among them was Matt, surrounded by soldiers. Unlike the rest, he didn’t give a stiff salute; he merely raised his hand half-heartedly, his gaze tired and vacant.
“Hey, Tom. Tor—… Red.”
They both greeted him. Matt kept his eyes fixed on them for a couple of seconds longer than necessary.
Finally, they entered the restricted access area. Tom swiped his card through several doors until they reached the lift he’d taken down a few minutes earlier. Tord waited for the doors to close. He turned, coming face to face with Tom.
“You know… I really have missed you…”
He leaned towards him, murmuring close to his ear, whilst gently running a hand down the back of his neck. However serious Tom might be, he still had weaknesses. Before he could say a word, Tord gripped his head firmly and kissed him, losing himself in a deep kiss, full of carnal desire.
His lips tasted of tobacco and metal. Tom had grown accustomed to it; he even found a certain comfort in it. Tord pushed him against the lift glass, with the city stretching out beneath them. His hands roamed his body without pause: waist, chest, hips. He was everywhere.
Tom let himself be consumed by it. He liked it. He loved it. However much he denied it, he adored the almost desperate need Tord felt for him. He clung to his neck to stay on his feet, their tongues clashing in an ever-more urgent rhythm.
The air in the lift grew thick. The only sound was that of lips meeting and ragged breaths.
Tord pulled away just enough to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Sometimes it’s so hard being away from you…” He murmured. “And the way you look at me… you’re practically begging me…”
He buried his face in Tom’s shoulder, still panting.
“You’re exactly the same after all this time…” Tom let out a low groan. “But I’m afraid your little fling is going to have to postponed. We’re here already.”
In the blink of an eye, they had reached the top.
Tord let out a frustrated groan, pulling up his trousers as he muttered something unintelligible.
They found that all of Tord’s suitcases were already in his room, leaving Tom puzzled.
“How did they get them up here so quickly?”
“The magic of being the leader,” replied Tord. “Although I don’t know how the other two people with access here managed to get them up here so quickly.” Even he seemed a bit confused, scratching his head.
They chatted whilst Tord unpacked the most important items. Tom sat on the enormous bed, taking in the room: absurdly large, with high ceilings, warm, subdued lighting, high-quality dark wood, imported carpets and heavy silk curtains.
Tord counted the remaining suitcases and approached him with one. “Here are your gifts.”
He took out several boxes with bottles of white and red wine, small local snacks, clothes, new parts for the visor and other little gifts. When he reached the bottom of the suitcase, his smile widened. “I bought these for both of us…”
“I think I know where you’re going with this.”
“Aren’t you curious?”
“Would you be happier if I said yes?”
“Much happier.”
As he moved a little closer, Tom made out several objects arranged with care, each inside a small box.
“Choose the one you like best.”
He couldn’t quite make out what they were, so he picked up one of the smallest ones. On one side, there was a purple logo and the unmistakable image of anal beads, marked as size L.
Tom didn’t reply straight away. He was still taking in what he held in his hands.
Tord settled against him, leaning in familiarly and absent-mindedly playing with his fingers.
“That’s not all there is.”
“I don’t want to see the rest.”
A faint blush rose to his cheeks. He set the box down behind him with more force than necessary. Tord picked it up instantly, opening it with an enthusiasm that was hard to hide.
“I thought it would be perfect. Look, they’re blue too…” he smiled. “And I’ll prepare you very well for that.”
“Tord, it’s a size L. We’ve never used anything like this before.” Tom got up from the bed and started pacing back and forth. “We’ve always stuck to the usual,” he added. “The penis works; it’s simple.”
“That’s exactly why we’re going to get you ready.” Tord grabbed his hand, trying to make him sit down again, but Tom refused. “Besides, you haven’t even looked at the rest.”
“I refuse.”
“Well, if you won’t do it, I will.”
Before he could stop him, Tord started pulling out more boxes. Among them was a penis vibrator. Tom covered his face, utterly embarrassed, peering through his fingers at the obvious satisfaction on Tord’s face. “Look, you’d love this one.”
“Tord… how many of those things are left?”
“Don’t worry, that was the only one.”
He pulled out one last bag: pills and lube. Tom frowned when he saw there was nothing else.
“Haven’t you bought protection? One day you’re going to catch something… again.”
“So what? I’ve got the best doctors in the world,” he replied casually. “Besides, using protection takes all the fun out of it.”
“Sure, that’s why you gave me it once.”
“But now you’re as fit as a fiddle,” he retorted, lowering his voice. “Come here.”
He used that soft, almost gentle tone that always managed to make something in Tom give way. He stroked his hand, guiding him until he sat down again.
“You look so good on top…”
“Shut up…”
Tom snorted, but his words were lost when Tord kissed him. The grip around his waist was too tight; Tom let out a moan, and Tord loosened his grip instantly.
The kiss grew more intense. Hands in his hair, clothes fumbling open, broken phrases dissolving into ragged breaths.
“Take it off… Take your clothes off…” Tom struggled to speak between gasps. He lowered his head.
Tord stood up immediately, laying him gently on the bed. The uniform fell to the floor. Wearing only his underwear, his body showed clear signs of the passage of time. Marks, uneven firmness, but no sense of decay.
Tom leaned towards him, running his eyes over him before touching him with deliberate slowness.
“Tom.”
“Yes?”
“I want you to take off your visor.”
“But you know I can’t see without it.”
“I want to see you completely.”
Tom hesitated. Finally, he nodded and stepped closer so that Tord could help him. With the utmost care, he unplugged the cables, unclipped the port beneath his ear, and checked each connection before removing the visor.
Without it, his face was exposed.
Dark scars stretched where his eyes had once been. Stitched skin closed the gaps. Irregular, scarred.
“It looks awful,” Tom muttered.
“It’s you. That’s what makes it beautiful,” replied Tord without hesitation.
Tom didn’t respond to that remark, instead, he watched as Tord removed his last item of clothing, leaving his erect penis exposed.
Tom instinctively opened his mouth to start licking the tip, but instead felt Tord’s hands on his head, guiding his member where his eyes had been.
“Tord? What are you doing?”
“Shhh…” Carefully, the grey-eyed man began to rub his member across Tom’s face, specifically over one of his eye sockets, where there was a small hole that hadn’t fully healed.
Something crossed Tord’s mind, and without a second thought, he pushed hard into that tiny hole, applying more and more force.
Tom tried to pull away once he began to feel pain, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free from Tord’s grip.
“T-Tord! Argh… Stop!”
“It’s all empty in here…” He frowned, applying more force, forcing his way into the wound. A small part of his member was already inside, so he took the opportunity to move, clasping his fingers tightly in Tom's hair.
Tom wasn’t feeling much pleasure; quite the opposite, in fact. It was a strange and painful sensation, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t do anything to relieve the pain. All he could do was groan and scream, begging Tord to stop.
At some point, Tord felt he’d had enough, now fully erect. Without wasting any time, he moved Tom’s head to push his member into his mouth.
Tom was still gasping in pain. Although Tord’s penis was no longer inside his open mouth, the pain lingered. To make the moment bearable, he tried to concentrate on sucking eagerly.
He wrapped his tongue around the penis as he sucked and moved his cheeks, feeling it throb inside his mouth.
Meanwhile, it was now Tord who was panting, his legs trembling slightly.
“You’re getting better and better, Tom… Mgm…” Even with his hands on his partner’s head, he began to thrust quickly to better feel Tom’s tongue around him. That warm sensation was addictive to him.
Tom paused for a second to catch his breath, pulling the member from his mouth, receiving gentle little taps on his cheeks from Tord with it, urging him to continue.
“I want you to carry on.”
His voice had changed slightly; now the tone had a serious, authoritative air, similar to when he gave orders to soldiers and other commanders.
Tom obeyed immediately, continuing with all the energy he had. From time to time he used his hands to help himself, stroking that part of the penis that didn’t fit in his mouth or his testicles. With Tord getting closer and closer to climax, the speed of his hips increased.
“T-Tom, keep going… C-come on…! M-mhm…”
Tord gave one last thrust with his hips to drive his penis deep into the back of Tom’s throat, who was actively struggling not to choke on the semen.
A few seconds passed before Tord finally withdrew his penis, watching Tom, who was coughing and trying to swallow all the white fluid.
“You’ve done well. Very well.” As he uttered that last word, he noticed a small drop of blood trickling from Tom’s mouth. Without a second thought, he hurried to suck it up, savouring it as if it were a luxury drink.
“What are you doing?” Tom’s voice was still shaky and low, his gaze now lifting slightly.
“Nothing.”
After licking up the next few drops of blood that fell, he leaned back against the mattress, closing in on Tom as if he were closing in on his prey.
With Tom also naked, he wasted no time in running his tongue down his neck, running his hand over every part of the body before him.
Tom shuddered; Tord’s hands were ice-cold, but he, for his part, was burning in every sense of the word.
First, his lips trailed down his neck, then over his nipples, teasing them playfully with his teeth. Next, he moved down his stomach, leaving a kiss on the tip of his penis until he reached his goal. With force, he opened and lifted his partner’s legs so he could do his job better.
With his index finger, he began to trace small circles around the entrance to relax him.
“You have to remember to breathe deeply; if you’re tense, you won’t get anywhere.”
“Do you think I’m not trying?” Tom snorted in resignation. He could feel Tord’s fingers playing with his tight opening, but now the sensation was completely different, wet and more active.
“Tor-Tord, don’t start with your tongue—” His head fell back as he clutched the sheets tightly. Tord pushed his tongue in as far as he could, inserting two fingers at the same time, continuing the stimulation.
He couldn’t take it any longer; he was succumbing too quickly to the temptation of pleasure. Tom grabbed his cock and began to stroke himself rapidly, stifling his moans any way he could.
It felt so good when Tord was inside him, showing just a little care and tenderness, but the moment ended all too soon, as Tord had stood up, sucking on those fingers that had been inside Tom.
Without wasting any time, he hurriedly fetch the lube and the balls, as well as the vibrator.
“Can’t we start with just one thing at a time?” “Are you going to make me miss out on all the fun?”
“I’m asking you nicely.”
Without a care in the world, he opened the tube of lube and spread it over several of the balls, as well as on two of his fingers to make the toy’s entry easier.
The gel felt extremely cold in contrast to his burning skin, leaving Tom on the edge; he couldn’t hold out much longer.
“I think you’re ready.”
“You’ve prepared me painfully.”
Tom rolled his eyes.
“Right, I see someone’s more worried about their arse than usual.”
Without saying another word, he positioned himself between his partner’s legs, gently pushing his cock in until it was fully inside.
To move more freely, he pressed his chest against Tom’s, burying his head between his shoulders. As soon as he felt himself inside him, he didn’t hesitate to start thrusting into him hard, focusing more on force than technique.
Tom’s immediate reaction was to cling tightly to the grey-eyed man’s back, digging his nails in so hard that Tord couldn’t help but let out a small moan.
No matter how much Tom begged him to slow down, Tord wasn’t about to stop for anything. To go all the way in, he lifted his upper body again, grabbing Tom’s legs and hoisting them onto his shoulders.
This only made the moans louder and the sound of their bodies colliding wetter.
“T-Tord, my God… Stop, for fuck’s sake…” He buried his head in the pillow to try and cope with the situation, but his moans of pleasure and blushing gave him away.
As soon as he saw that Tom had got used to the thrusts, he changed tactics. Without warning, he pulled out suddenly, so that instead of moans of pleasure, he now heard a groan of pain.
Ignoring him, Tord grabbed the anal beads, which were still coated in lubricant. With his fingers, he stretched the opening and, without waiting, hastily inserted the first balls, enduring Tom’s slaps and pleas for him to go slower, or at least to stop.
Of the ten balls, only three remained to be inserted, but it was proving more difficult now that Tom had pulled away.
“Tord, you’re a bloody idiot.” His face was a mixture of obvious anger and a burning pleasure he wouldn’t admit to for anything in the world.
“Sure, anything else I need to know?” His gaze was condescending as he grabbed one of Tom’s legs to push the toy all the way in.
“That you’re a bastard who deserves to be—” His complaints were cut short when he felt the last of the balls being pushed inside him, draining him of any physical or mental strength he had left.
“Look, you really do like it.” Now his gaze was cheerful again, looking down at him over his shoulder.
“I-I just feel full inside.” “And what happens if I do this?”
With Tom still in position, he grabbed the rope and pulled to pull out two balls, then pushed them back in again, over and over.
“A-ah-ahh…” He was unable to speak, or think, or act. All he could think of at that moment was Tord, and Tord alone.
“Come on, say it out loud, say you like him.”
“Over my dead body.”
“Be nice to me; don’t ignore me—you know it just makes me worse.”
“…I-I like it.” It felt like a ritual of humiliation, but after all, why was he listening to him?
Tord didn’t reply. He merely smiled and left the balls fully inside, pulling back to leave a little space so that Tom could rest for a few moments.
Tom tried to kneel on the bed, but he felt so weak with that thing inside him that he simply sat down on his knees.
“I’ll have to take them out carefully.”
“Leave them inside, I bet it feels good.” Tord crossed his arms for a moment, lying down next to Tom, and although his intention the intention might seem, you could see him masturbating as they spoke.
“For doing all this for me, I think I deserve something in return.” Tom couldn’t see Tord touching himself beside him, but he knew it perfectly well. Deep down, He wished he’d got the visor on so he could see how he was doing.
“I don’t think I need to think too hard to know that I’m the one who’s going to be on the receiving end now.” Tord snorted. Although he enjoyed being penetrated, he sometimes found more pleasure in doing all the work.
Clumsily, Tom kissed his partner, using his hands to guide himself. Tord didn’t reject the kiss; rather, he pushed his way between Tom’s lips to play with his tongue. As the kiss continued, Tom took the opportunity to move and guide himself, indicating between moans and heavy breathing that he should get on all fours.
Tord agreed, breaking away from the kiss to get into position.
Guiding his penis to the entrance, Tom reached for the lubricant.
“How many fingers do you want me to start with?”
“I don’t need any of that faggotry with fingers just to get fucked in the arse.”
“If what you like is having your arse torn apart, then I’d say yes, but I know you’re just a cocky arsehole.”
“Just stick it in and that’s it.”
As they spoke, Tom managed to find the bottle, but he also grabbed one of the small boxes.
Something occurred to him. He opened the box to see if it was the other toy, and sure enough, he’d got it right. He took it out, moving closer to Tord so he could put it on properly.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“I’m just going to put this on you.”
“You were supposed to be the one to try it out first.”
“Who cares, shit, wait, this thing doesn’t need batteries…”
“I might have opened the packet early so I’d have everything ready when the time came,” Tord admitted. Tom’s silence spoke volumes.
Carefully, Tom placed the toy around Tord’s penis, wrapping it around him.
“Right, at least let me start slowly.”
“Whatever you say.”
Tord grunted, lowering his head to get a better look at the toy and turn it on. Finding one of the buttons, he switched it on, feeling the toy move up and down, stimulating him rapidly.
It didn’t take long for Tord’s soft moans to become louder, as Tom had begun to insert his member.
He moved slowly until he was fully inside, moving gently.
Once he was comfortably settled, he began to move more quickly. Tord stifled his moans with the pillow he was resting on, making it clear that, however much he refused to be the submissive one, he loved it just as much as anyone else.
He thrust with more focus on giving him pleasure than simply pounding him with all his might, which made him feel like never before.
At one point, Tom was overcome by an urgent need to go to the toilet. He considered stopping so he could go for a moment and then carry on, but then he glanced at Tord, who was too absorbed in his own pleasure to notice anything.
Without saying a word, he grabbed Tord’s arms to get a hold of him, slowing down for a few moments.
“Tord, do you mind if I do something?”
“Huh… W-What is it…”
“Pee inside.”
If it weren’t for the toy and the penetration, Tord would have jumped up in disbelief, but he was so close to climax again that he couldn’t form a reply.
“N-no… No, no, no…”
“I told you the same thing when you shoved your balls in my mouth; I suppose it’s only fair.”
Although Tord was trying to wriggle free from Tom’s grip, he was seconds away from coming, leaving him even weaker.
The words he was trying to say were incoherent, and he moaned even more when he finally managed to come.
Tom, on the other hand, tried to relax his erection so he could release the necessary fluids, taking slow breaths.
Once he was less erect, he undoubtedly began to piss inside Tord’s arse, whilst the other, for his part, moaned and begged him to stop, as he had finished and yet the toy was still active, unable to do anything.
Once he’d finished peeing, Tom kept moving, with every thrust causing the odd drop to spill out.
“T-Tom, let me go! Let me— Mgh!... turn this thing off...”
“What’s the matter, Tord? Don’t you like it when someone ignores your pleas?”
Drops of semen still hung from his penis, the rest scattered across the sheets. Although he was moving and straining to move his arms and free himself, it was impossible. His mind was completely blank and the only sensation he could perceive at that moment was pleasure.
Tom carried on; though somewhat repulsed by his own actions, he was determined not to stop. He leaned in close to Tord’s ear, biting it gently now that he was the one in control.
The leader who had wanted to control everything and everyone was now before him, begging desperately, unable to make any gestures other than moans.
As he continued, he remembered that one of the bottles of wine was on the wooden cabinet to his right.
He decided to step away for a few seconds, still without letting go of Tord’s arms, holding both with one hand whilst holding the bottle in the other.
The moment he stepped out, most of the liquid spilled out, but that would be easily fixed.
“Tord.”
“T-tell me… Are you going to stop now?”
“You wish. Since I can see you’re enjoying this so much, let’s try putting something bigger inside you.”
He immediately stopped listening to Tord’s pleas, bringing the neck of the wine bottle to his entrance.
The bottle slid in gently and without a hitch, starting with just the neck. Little by little, he pushed the bottle all the way in, leaving it completely inside him.
Once inside, Tom grabbed Tord by the shoulders, lifting him up until they were both on their knees on the bed.
With one hand, he moved the bottle in and out, whilst with the other he held Tord firmly enough so that he couldn’t move.
Although he couldn’t see his face, he could sense his desperation and desire. Tord turned his head, inevitably reaching for a kiss from Tom, who, far from rejecting him, took control of the situation instantly.
Both their penises were fully erect, and both were very close to climax. Tord’s member was dripping with pre-cum everywhere, and Tom’s was being stimulated as it rubbed against Tord’s hips.
As they were together in such an intimate moment, they completely forgot about everything around them.
As they broke apart from the kiss, Tom went for Tord’s neck, biting down with all his might. He wanted to leave a mark that would remind Tord of who he was submitting to.
“If you do that, I’ll have to wear a scarf…” whispered Tord.
“What does it matter? You’re the first person who doesn’t worry about that sort of thing when it’s me who has marks.” Tom replied when he finally pulled away, looking proudly at the mark he had left.
The speed at which his hips and hands moved was increasing all the time. Neither of them would be able to hold out much longer like this.
He increased the speed at which he moved the bottle as he heard Tord’s moans intensify, rising to a high-pitched tone, digging his nails into Tord’s skin.
After just a few more thrusts, Tom couldn’t hold back any longer, letting out deep moans as he finally came on Tord’s back, letting it all fall away little by little.
Tord didn’t take long either, as he came immediately, not ejaculating as much as the first time, though now, in his third orgasm, he was unable to stay on his knees, his whole body trembling.
“A-ah! Tom, stop this!”
Tom was too lost in his own world to hear him, still gently rubbing his hips even after he’d finished.
With the last of his strength, Tord managed to regain control of one of his hands, switching off the vibrator once and for all, now covered in semen.
Both were breathing heavily. Whilst Tom remained clinging to Tord, using him for support so as not to fall backwards, Tord looked at the mess they had made.
The bed was stained with various fluids, including sweat, semen, urine, saliva and lubricant.
Before he could even say a word, Tord leaned in for a gentle kiss with Tom, caressing the hand that was wrapped around his waist.
“This… This is a right mess…”
“I can imagine…” Tom smiled slightly between gasps. “Are you going to let me put the visor on first?”
“I don’t think you’d want to see it,” replied Tord, pulling away to get up from the bed, surveying the scene. “It’d be better if we slept in your room.”
Gently, I helped Tom to his feet so he could move, guiding him to the bathroom.
“Let’s get all this off.”