PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

I had hoped that you wouldn't. [ shifting back slightly so Gerome can have easier access ]

[maskarang]

Good. [ how accommodating of owain. but he actually just moves his hand past the buttons and settles it over owain's dick. ]

By the way, do you want to wash up?

[swordhandled]

--Would you care to join me if I do?

[maskarang]

I more than care to. I prefer it.

[swordhandled]

Let's go then, you and I.

[maskarang]

All right. [ that means getting up but. fine, fine. one last lingering kiss before he shuffles off of owain and gets up. ]

[swordhandled]

[ it's fine, time for more kisses will come soon. owain shuffles into the bathroom and feels no shame when he starts stripping off his pants in front of gerome ]

[maskarang]

[ and he feels no shame when he leans in the doorway and watches ]

[swordhandled]

[ turning his head back so he can look at gerome. it's a bold pose ] Like what you see?

[maskarang]

Always. Now that I've seen you like this, how am I ever to focus again? [ he sounds impossibly fond. the antics endeared him, the confidence—and the rest is a bonus. his eyes give owain another once-over before he tiptoes closer. ]

[swordhandled]

I believe in you and your capabilities for focus. [ sounds so sure of himself here ] Are you going to join me?

[maskarang]

I expect nothing else from the Chosen Hero. [ belief and hope are your thing, owain. at the prompt, gerome nods his head and removes his own pants.

no posing this time, that's not his thing. ]

[swordhandled]

[ now it's owain's turn to just stand and stare as gerome stips. ]

[maskarang]

[ his turn, huh? a very light, very short chuckle sounds from the back of his throat. owain can look all he wants. in the meantime, he turns on the water for the shower. ]

[swordhandled]

[ his sword hand twitches.

walking up to him and embracing him as the water starts to heat up ]

[maskarang]

[ when doesn't his sword hand twitch in gerome's presence?

leaning into owain with a content exhale. it's nice to feel so much of owain without anything between them. ] Have you had your fill of watching idly?

[swordhandled]

[ never, it's always twitching.

he hums as gerome leans into him, feeling great to feel every inch he can ] I have, yes. But we still have to get clean, don't we?

[maskarang]

[ he lazily trails a hand up owain's side ] We do.

[swordhandled]

Is the water ready?

[maskarang]

Likely. [ making him check, huh? fine, fine. pulling his hand away from owain's side to feel the water. he flicks it absolutely off his hands and turns on the shower before stepping in.

before anything else, he sweeps his hair back. between the sweat and the water, it isn't exactly maintaining the swept back look he's known for. ]

[swordhandled]

[ steps in after him and



then proceeds to muss up his hair again ]

[maskarang]

[ and now his hair is in his eyes ]

[swordhandled]

I love seeing you like this.

[maskarang]

Wet, naked, and hidden beneath hair?

[swordhandled]

Your hair being mussed. It's something only I can see.