PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[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.

[maskarang]

Fool. [ fondly said, of course. and all of this is for owain's eyes only, come on man. have a soft kiss anyway. ]

[swordhandled]

[ kisses him softly, before pulling away and reaching for the soap ] Your fool.

[maskarang]

[ resting his ringed hand on owain's cheek. ] This ring on my finger is the proof of that, yes.

[swordhandled]

[ tilts his head to kiss the ring on his finger ] As does the ring on mine.

[maskarang]

And I'll never grow tired of seeing either. [ going ahead and picking up owain's hand to kiss the ring there too ]

[swordhandled]

[ starts lathering up some of the soap and starting to spread it across gerome's shoulders ]

[maskarang]

[ oh. hm. yes? yes. his chest rises with the subtle inhale he takes at the contact. after, he releases both owain's face and his hand to instead move one hand over owain's. don't mind him as he helps lather. ]

[swordhandled]

[ oh he doesn't mind at all. he's working on his shoulders before working his way down his chest.

[maskarang]

[ ... he's probably too impatient. much, much too impatient, but it's difficult for him to stand still and have someone else tease him. particularly when he can't help but react to it.

so listen man. don't judge him. he's just gonna put his hand on owain's hip as a brief warning before outright touching his dick. he's a simple, easy man who knows what he wants. ]