Oh, he noticed

Walter was many things—a charmer, a schemer, and undoubtedly a pervert. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the tent in his son Steve's pants. A wicked smile played on his lips as he grabbed another swimsuit from the drawer, this one a super micro bikini with a bottom piece that barely covered anything at all.

"To torment my son a little," he mused aloud, his voice a low purr. "Mmh, it makes me feel... hot."

He held up the bikini, examining it with a critical eye before slipping it on. The black fabric clung to his body like a second skin, accentuating every curve. He turned this way and that, admiring his reflection in the mirror. Perfect.

With a seductive sway of his hips, he sauntered out into the main room where Steve was waiting. Steve's foot tapped nervously on the floor as he tried to keep his cool, but his eyes betrayed him, roaming over Walter's nearly naked body.

Walter did a slow twirl, giving Steve a full view of his bare ass, barely concealed by the tiny string that disappeared between his full cheeks. "Well?" he asked, his voice laced with challenge. "What do you think?"

Steve swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "It... it looks nice," he managed to stutter out.

Walter chuckled, a low and dangerous sound. He stepped closer, pressing his hands firmly against Steve's chest. "Oh, it's more than just 'nice,' isn't it?" he murmured, leaning in close enough for their lips to almost touch.