Honestly, while the thought of a hanging was never a pleasant one, Sol would gladly face said punishment for Xavier. Gods, he really was in deep. This man....argh, so frustrating. Sol smirked inwardly at himself, like he would have it any other way.
Sol grinned as he ignored Xavier's glare, "Let's see, I think he started here," he placed the towel flat against the soldier's chest, holding it there with his hands spread out. The feeling of muscle beneath the fabric just as alluring as it was bare. Sol then moved his hands down, using the towel to dry his lover, slowly and sensually. His clothed hands stopped when he reached Xavier's hips. "Now what was next? The cock or ass?" Sol pursed his lips as if remembering Edward's touch. In reality, the situation had been awkward and Sol had ended up doing most of the drying off himself.
Have you ever licked a lamppost in winter?