[Baths such as these always seemed like a giant waste of time. There had been several occasions where he had sat reading or working while Richard bathed, both of them enjoying the time spent together without disrupting one another's preferred activities. This was a rare time that he was convinced and even stopped complaining as he lounged in the warm water. His feet were on the bottom and his knees raised partially out of the water, parted to rest on each side of the bathtub so his lover was between them.
Relaxation itself was a luxury he hardly thought he could afford. There was so much to do, doubly so with Jinx having returned and reconciling her differences. Yet, he had never denied that there was peace in water, holding his body, caressing his skin, whispering of memories of old. The difference was the feel of Richard's lithe muscular body lounging against his own.
His fingers slid over moistened skin before rising to card his fingers through the younger man's hair. So perhaps he had missed this, the closeness, the warmth, the post-coital recovery. Richard welcomed him to bed with a voracious appetite for intimacy, and now was their quiet time together, the lazy, unspoken familiarity of each other.
He nodded his head a bit to the answer, shifting in the water and finally lifting one leg up to rest on the side of the tub similarly to his arm that still dangled on the outside. He hummed softly, holding his silence otherwise.]
Your rooms were not shared there, no? [He knew Richard had said that access was restricted from serving staff to hide that body his lover had a complicated relationship with.] Was it bothersome when you and I shared rooms for those two months?
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Relaxation itself was a luxury he hardly thought he could afford. There was so much to do, doubly so with Jinx having returned and reconciling her differences. Yet, he had never denied that there was peace in water, holding his body, caressing his skin, whispering of memories of old. The difference was the feel of Richard's lithe muscular body lounging against his own.
His fingers slid over moistened skin before rising to card his fingers through the younger man's hair. So perhaps he had missed this, the closeness, the warmth, the post-coital recovery. Richard welcomed him to bed with a voracious appetite for intimacy, and now was their quiet time together, the lazy, unspoken familiarity of each other.
He nodded his head a bit to the answer, shifting in the water and finally lifting one leg up to rest on the side of the tub similarly to his arm that still dangled on the outside. He hummed softly, holding his silence otherwise.]
Your rooms were not shared there, no? [He knew Richard had said that access was restricted from serving staff to hide that body his lover had a complicated relationship with.] Was it bothersome when you and I shared rooms for those two months?