[After Jinx had informed him that she would be staying with her boy-toy because he was too sad to be alone, Silco had moped around the evening hours of work while also trying to decide his course of action. Instead of returning to the home he shared with his daughter, he headed for the inn in the early hours of the morning and slipped his way into the suite that Richard had claimed as his own.
They had reunited for the remainder of the night and slept between intimate interplay that night. He hadn't intended to sleep in, nor had he intended for his lover to pull him into the bathtub for a soak an hour or two of the morning away, yet here he was. The water was scented with roses and it was warm.
Silco had never been much of a purveyor of baths, finding grooming to a quick and necessary step of the day. Yet, he leaned back on the back of the tub, one arm draped over the side and the other down Richard's body where he could stroke his fingers lazily over warm wet skin. His head was tilted back to rest on the tiled wall and his blue eye was closed as he breathed evenly with the weight of his lover leaned against his chest.
Despite his best intentions, he lingered here. Their relationship had seemed... complicated with Jinx's return, seeing one another less, sleeping over even more rarely, so this felt like an odd return to form. He couldn't convince himself that he had missed this (he had), but he was aware he was refreshed and relaxed after a night and morning with Richard.]
This place is better than that cabin in the woods. Do you prefer here or your flat for living, hmm?
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They had reunited for the remainder of the night and slept between intimate interplay that night. He hadn't intended to sleep in, nor had he intended for his lover to pull him into the bathtub for a soak an hour or two of the morning away, yet here he was. The water was scented with roses and it was warm.
Silco had never been much of a purveyor of baths, finding grooming to a quick and necessary step of the day. Yet, he leaned back on the back of the tub, one arm draped over the side and the other down Richard's body where he could stroke his fingers lazily over warm wet skin. His head was tilted back to rest on the tiled wall and his blue eye was closed as he breathed evenly with the weight of his lover leaned against his chest.
Despite his best intentions, he lingered here. Their relationship had seemed... complicated with Jinx's return, seeing one another less, sleeping over even more rarely, so this felt like an odd return to form. He couldn't convince himself that he had missed this (he had), but he was aware he was refreshed and relaxed after a night and morning with Richard.]
This place is better than that cabin in the woods. Do you prefer here or your flat for living, hmm?