A trailer park home might not seem especially luxurious to most residents of Folkmore, and it was certainly humble, but there was nothing quite as special to two men from Golarion as having the power to command hot, indoor showers on demand. No wash tubs that had to be filled from smaller containers, individually boiled and poured one after the other in the hopes that maybe the water would still be warm when there was enough of it in the basin. No shivering in cold water, either because that was all there was, or someone somewhere insisted it was "good for you."
Hot. Indoor showers. On demand. Even if they didn't last long, they lasted long enough for it to still be a marvel every time.
Rhys sighed, thoroughly relaxed in the steam-filled bathroom, and wrapped his arms around Marus' waist from behind. "Varisia needs these," he murmured against the tiefling's back before kissing his shoulder. "Desperately. World-changing."
He'd barely just stepped out of the shower, the heater starting to give up at that point, but if he could go back in without risk of becoming a dhampir prune? He would. The hot springs held their own appeal, he supposed, but pools of water still reminded him of the decrepit temple ruins they'd found beneath the city. The shower felt safer.
There was some degree of plumbing in some parts of Korvosa, but there was never hot water. Marus hasn't managed to get a shirt on after his own shower (which may in fact be why there's no hot water - tieflings like their showers hot, apparently), but he doesn't mind the sudden hug from behind, looking over his shoulder at his partner and giving him a brief tail-hug even as he finishes brushing his teeth. "It really does. It really, really does. I bet some rich people have them." The Ornelos probably have a bound elemental heating their water... Marus doesn't know. But he imagines that's the case.
Anything's better than the hot springs. They smell! And they remind Marus of similar things, though his trauma is subtler due to his lack of direct fear.
Abruptly, he wheels about to give Rhys a minty (thanks, toothpaste) kiss. "You're awfully affectionate today."
"All the more reason! Why should such a useful thing be reserved simply for the rich?" The kiss was a welcome interruption before Rhys could launch into a rant about the economic corruption of the nobles and the oppressed lower classes. He chuckled, making a mental note that minty toothpaste was also something he wanted the masses to have.
"I'm in a good mood," he told his lover with a smile. "I have not felt like a burden or some damsel in distress... No magical curses. The toxicity spreading itself through the world is dissipating. Things are calm -- so we can finally relax and spend time together. No dragons, no monsters. Just us."
He let his hands wander from the small of Marus' back down to gently cup his rear.
Rhys will feel Marus's tail trace along his fingertips as it swishes happily. He leans in, cupping Rhys's face with his hands. "Did you have something specific in mind?" His voice is a deep whisper, tinged with his infernal accent.
Rhys grinned slyly. "I see no reason why I should need to be able to walk tomorrow," he responded suggestively. "Frankly, I have doubts about sitting, too. It seems wholly unnecessary."
He licked his lips, his eyes hooded. "So, you should come back to bed with me and thoroughly work my body, Mr. Strong Paladin. For... endurance training."
"Well, in that case...." He grins a surprisingly wicked little smile, eyes glittering. "Let's do this right, then, shall we?"
And with that, he'll scoop Rhys into a princess carry (tail being the responsible digit and ensuring all water is off) and step into the bedroom. His tail is also handy for getting his pants off; he's naked, too, save for the silver shoes nailed to his ox-like cloven hooves, when they get to the bed.
Rhys couldn't help but to laugh as he was literally swept off his feet, his arms wrapping around Marus' shoulders. His towel easily fell to the floor (not that it was wrapped very securely around him in the first place) and was swiftly forgotten. "I love it when you do that!" he purred, nuzzling into the tiefling's neck.
There was something incredibly sexy about being so easily lifted. It was safe, sturdy -- a certainty of shelter in a storm, of Marus carrying him from danger like a hero. And, on the other hand, it was also an indication of how the other man could throw him around like a ragdoll without much effort. Nothing made Rhys' heart race like trusting that strength with every speck of his soul.
"I love you all the time, but this is a good view." His tail traces Rhys's back gently, mainly the lower half, never straying near his neck. They have trauma about that.
He puts Rhys on the bed, facing the far side, then folds in as big spoon, laying his arm over Rhys's in a gentle half-hug. "You want to go further?" He can guess the answer - his tail is already fetching lube from the bedside cabinet, though he keeps it low behind himself for now. "I'm willing if you are."
[ On Christmas morning, Rhys will find a parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied up with a blue ribbon. There's a tag stating "From Steve - Merry Christmas" with a brief note on the back saying that it's customary for him to celebrate this holiday by giving gifts.
Inside contains a few satchels of tea and a hand-knit scarf in a charcoal gray heather. ]
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Date: 2023-04-27 03:10 am (UTC)Hot. Indoor showers. On demand. Even if they didn't last long, they lasted long enough for it to still be a marvel every time.
Rhys sighed, thoroughly relaxed in the steam-filled bathroom, and wrapped his arms around Marus' waist from behind. "Varisia needs these," he murmured against the tiefling's back before kissing his shoulder. "Desperately. World-changing."
He'd barely just stepped out of the shower, the heater starting to give up at that point, but if he could go back in without risk of becoming a dhampir prune? He would. The hot springs held their own appeal, he supposed, but pools of water still reminded him of the decrepit temple ruins they'd found beneath the city. The shower felt safer.
Re: Adult Time before Regression Time?
Date: 2023-04-27 10:59 am (UTC)Anything's better than the hot springs. They smell! And they remind Marus of similar things, though his trauma is subtler due to his lack of direct fear.
Abruptly, he wheels about to give Rhys a minty (thanks, toothpaste) kiss. "You're awfully affectionate today."
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Date: 2023-04-30 08:15 pm (UTC)"I'm in a good mood," he told his lover with a smile. "I have not felt like a burden or some damsel in distress... No magical curses. The toxicity spreading itself through the world is dissipating. Things are calm -- so we can finally relax and spend time together. No dragons, no monsters. Just us."
He let his hands wander from the small of Marus' back down to gently cup his rear.
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Date: 2023-04-30 10:30 pm (UTC)He's in a naughty mood.
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Date: 2023-05-09 03:16 am (UTC)He licked his lips, his eyes hooded. "So, you should come back to bed with me and thoroughly work my body, Mr. Strong Paladin. For... endurance training."
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Date: 2023-05-10 08:13 pm (UTC)And with that, he'll scoop Rhys into a princess carry (tail being the responsible digit and ensuring all water is off) and step into the bedroom. His tail is also handy for getting his pants off; he's naked, too, save for the silver shoes nailed to his ox-like cloven hooves, when they get to the bed.
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Date: 2023-05-11 03:58 am (UTC)There was something incredibly sexy about being so easily lifted. It was safe, sturdy -- a certainty of shelter in a storm, of Marus carrying him from danger like a hero. And, on the other hand, it was also an indication of how the other man could throw him around like a ragdoll without much effort. Nothing made Rhys' heart race like trusting that strength with every speck of his soul.
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Date: 2023-06-07 01:05 am (UTC)He puts Rhys on the bed, facing the far side, then folds in as big spoon, laying his arm over Rhys's in a gentle half-hug. "You want to go further?" He can guess the answer - his tail is already fetching lube from the bedside cabinet, though he keeps it low behind himself for now. "I'm willing if you are."
package delivery, dec 25
Date: 2023-12-20 12:43 am (UTC)Inside contains a few satchels of tea and a hand-knit scarf in a charcoal gray heather. ]