[Even after so very long apart— an impossible stretch of years, even by their people's standards— it is startlingly easy to fall back into old practices, for the pieces to fit perfectly into place as they ought. With his lover's hair undone, Hades gently places a hand against his shoulder and presses another kiss to the top of his head before nudging it forward, an arm remaining firm around his middle so that Hythlodaeus can easily continue to lean back against him— that shiver, that purr, had hardly gone unnoticed, but Hades has ever been known for his own unfailing focus.]
Dip under. I'll wash it for you.
[He'll walk him through as much as he needs, though Hythlodaeus is, of course, a grown man capable of showering himself. That's not the point, and as much as he, too, could do with a thorough clean-up, his attention is wholly on his partner— and will remain so until they are through.]
Hand against the wall, or you're like to topple over.
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Dip under. I'll wash it for you.
[He'll walk him through as much as he needs, though Hythlodaeus is, of course, a grown man capable of showering himself. That's not the point, and as much as he, too, could do with a thorough clean-up, his attention is wholly on his partner— and will remain so until they are through.]
Hand against the wall, or you're like to topple over.