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Apr 14, 2015 17:57:26 GMT
Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 14, 2015 17:57:26 GMT
Lukas laughed. Was Lance trying to insult him? Or just flatter himself? "It's everywhere," he teased, "I had to throw all the towels down." He shook his head. "Such a pity... you just put them away, too."
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Apr 14, 2015 18:02:19 GMT
Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 14, 2015 18:02:19 GMT
"Fuck," he replied, though he smirked a bit as he turned his whole body to face the boy, his hair fallen in his face and spread out about the bed. He knew the water wasn't in the floor. And he knew the towels weren't soaking up the water, either. "It's all your fault."
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Apr 14, 2015 18:10:27 GMT
Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 14, 2015 18:10:27 GMT
The boy just laughed again, not minding the other's appearance. Lance reminded him of a lion, his hair like a king's mane. It seemed appropriate he never bothered when it covered his face. A king's mask. There was a lot of things he liked about how he looked at that moment, the way he spoke in nonchalant distress. If Lukas paid him any attention, they'd never bathe today. His smile turned slightly sheepish, watching his fingers as he picked dirt out from under his nails.
"Unfortunate," he was just as glib, "I just hope you're not too mad at me..." He finally peered up at the other, those predaceous, metallic eyes.
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Apr 14, 2015 18:15:21 GMT
Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 14, 2015 18:15:21 GMT
He sat up, his hair still hanging in his face, hanging over his shoulders, spreading slightly so that he could see though the strands and at the fauxly sheepish boy. "I'm very mad. Pissed, even." His own lightly colored, odd-eyes peered at the smaller male. "I'll have to deal with you later."
His voice sounded sincerely dangerous, but it was all an act for this little show they were putting on for each other.
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Apr 16, 2015 10:55:16 GMT
Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 16, 2015 10:55:16 GMT
Lukas couldn't help cracking a smile. He knew Lance was playing along, but that tone he took sent a chill up his spine. The boy wiggled. As Lance went into the bathroom, he trotted up behind him. Lithe arms hugged his waist, lips pressed to his cool skin. No one had ever made him feel like this, like... Lukas didn't know, relaxed? Content?
They bathed together, affectionately cleaning the other (though Lukas admittedly focused more on the affection aspect rather than cleaning). This time, his skin hadn't made the water noticeably dirty. It was surreal, in a sense that he hadn't even checked. Maybe it was the steam.
When Lukas stood, water poured off of his boiled skin. He felt warm, lethargic. Drowsy hues looked at the other as steam billowed off his flesh. He turned away. Slender limbs stepped out of the tub, hitting the tile with a wet slap. Where were the towels? The boy opened the closet and retrieved one, the fresh smell soothing him as he dried his face.
"Here," He pulled another down for Lance, handing it to him.
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Apr 16, 2015 16:43:59 GMT
Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 16, 2015 16:43:59 GMT
Once in the bath, Lance settled in and went to work on cleaning Lukas' body. First his shoulders, then his arms and his back. He would take very good care as he washed the boy's skin, making sure to get everywhere before he rinsed away the suds.
His hair came last, gently tilting the punk's head back to clean away all the sweat and grime. When he was done and the strands rinsed away clean, Lance ran a dollop of conditioner through it so it wouldn't be brittle.
Every touch, every motion, it all had a purpose. Each was gentle and kind, though the expression on his face would've made anyone else think otherwise. But, to the ones who knew him, they knew that face wasn't relative to his intentions. Truth be told, he liked caring for Lukas. It filled a void inside his chest.
Soon it was time to get out of the now dirty bath water once both their bodies were clean. He stood, reached out and took the towel that was offered to him, and began to dry himself off. "Thank you."
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Apr 16, 2015 17:48:06 GMT
Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 16, 2015 17:48:06 GMT
Rather than simply dry himself off, he took his towel and pressed the rough material to the other man. Meticulously, Lukas rubbed down his arms, his flanks. He dried his back, chin rested on his chest as he had to reach around him. Such warmth, he purred, letting his chest have an appreciative kiss. "Bend down," he said softly with his raw voice. He wanted to help Lance dry his hair, too, but he was too tall.
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Apr 16, 2015 18:05:45 GMT
Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 16, 2015 18:05:45 GMT
Lance perked a brow. What was the point in handing him the towel if the other was just going to dry him off anyway? He supposed he wouldn't question his motives out loud and he let the boy do what he wanted. Lukas' movements were a little clumsy, seeing how short he was compared to Lance's tall stature, but he would silently bend when the boy seemed to be having a reaching problem, that same inexpressive face plastered on as always.
When he was directed to bend down, Lance did as he was told without question, his wet hair hanging down and dripping to the bathroom mat below his feet, the occasional droplets hitting the linoleum that the mat wasn't large enough to reach.
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Apr 16, 2015 18:16:17 GMT
Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 16, 2015 18:16:17 GMT
It wasn't only the mat. Droplets would speckle his feet, cold enough to make Lukas curl his toes. He bit his lip, rubbing the towel in the other's hair as he leaned forward. As if he were so shy, the boy carefully embraced the other's head. "If you leave me like this," he spoke smoothly, "I'll get cold." Sure, he'd dry off naturally by just standing there, but he wanted Lance to do it.
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Apr 16, 2015 18:20:53 GMT
Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 16, 2015 18:20:53 GMT
He peeked up, carefully lifting his head to get a better view of the boy who spoke so softly and held his head so gently. He touched Lance as if he were afraid, scared to hurt him by touching too hard. The goth's eyes' gaze softened and he stood straight up again before he took the boy's towel and wrapped it around him like a giant cape. From there, he started to dry the boy with just as much careful dedication as he'd taken when he bathed him.
"Is this better?" He asked, his voice soft, yet deep.
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