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Fyodor hummed with satisfaction as his bare, slender body was enveloped in heat. The water felt nice; it warmed his frail figure and, with the honey-scented bubbles added to it, he was blessed with an unfamiliar feeling of comfort.
He wasn’t one to take days off. He was always planning things to achieve his goals that it led him to neglect to take some time off. For a long time, he assumed he didn’t need any, but he had to admit (only to himself, of course) that easing off in a bath every now and then could be quite pleasant.
Fyodor closed his violet eyes, allowing himself to relax fully, and enjoyed the quietude of the hotel bathroom. His attention was caught by a quick touch on his nose. Opening his eyes again, he was met with a golden rift and a gloved hand coming out of it, wiggling its fingers in front of him. His pale lips curled into a smile and he raised his finger to trace patterns on the palm, permitting the person to join him.
The hand disappeared into the rift and, shortly after, Fyodor’s boyfriend appeared in the bathroom.
“Fedya!” Nikolai exclaimed. His enthusiasm filled the room; like every time he was around Fyodor. “I see that you are enjoying the bath I’ve prepared for you.”
“I am,” Fyodor responded. “I appreciate this attention from you, Kolya.”
“Don’t mention it,” Nikolai sat on the edge of the tub, looking at his partner fondly. “What wouldn’t I do for my dearest Fedya?”
Fyodor slightly cocked his head up, his gaze now locked on Nikolai’s. “You would do anything.”
Nikolai smiled, radiantly. “That’s right! You know me so well!”
“Of course. You are my beloved partner, no?” Fyodor said sweetly, repressing a laugh when he saw the tinge of pink the jester’s cheeks had taken.
Nikolai then cupped Fyodor’s cheek and bent down towards him. Their lips were soon pressed together, and Fyodor responded with a contented hum. He kissed Nikolai back, letting him guide the kiss.
Their kiss was soft; their lips moved slowly and languidly on each other, and Nikolai’s tongue caressed Fyodor’s, earning a little, muffled moan from him. Little tingles were sent in Fyodor’s stomach as Nikolai inclined his head to the side to deepen the kiss. The need to breathe was felt and they both broke the kiss, reluctantly.
“I’m going to wash your hair!” Nikolai said.
“I thought you would join me in?”
“Nope! This bath is for you alone!”
Nikolai placed himself behind his boyfriend and began wetting his dark hair with the held-hand shower head. Taking off his gloves, he popped the bottle open and poured the soap on his palm. Fyodor recognized the fragrance. Lavender; his favorite.
The jester rubbed his hands together and lathered Fyodor’s long hair. He ran his fingers through the locks slowly and lingered on massaging his scalp. Closing his eyes, Fyodor let out a delightful sigh and tilted his head back. Nikolai watched Fyodor’s features soften and, by the smile that decorated his lips, he could tell how much he enjoyed the head massage he was receiving. Amused by the sight, Nikolai bent down and gently kissed the tip of his boyfriend’s nose.
Fyodor chortled. “You’re sweet.”
Nikolai only giggled at the compliment. He finished washing off the hair, rinsing it with the held-hand shower head.
“All done!” Nikolai stood up from behind his boyfriend and put his gloves back on. He sat back on the tub’s edge, in front of Fyodor. He observed his face, proud to be the reason for his relaxation. “You look so relaxed, now. I love to see you like this.”
Fyodor was pleased by the compliment.
“The water is still warm.” He held out his hand to his partner. “How about you join me?”
A wide smile spread across Nikolai’s face. In a split second, Nikolai threw himself into the bathtub and wrapped his arms around Fyodor’s thin waist. Water overflowed out of the tub and flooded the floor. Stunned by the hurried hug, Fyodor could only blink twice.
“Kolya, your clothes…”
“They don’t matter! I didn’t plan on keeping them on, anyway!”
A long smirk stretched Fyodor’s lips. “Oh? Another surprise for me?”
Nikolai nodded merrily. “You will adore it!”
Fyodor took the slightly damp braid in his left hand and began to play with it, twirling it around his finger.
“I do not doubt that.”
Their lips met again for a quick kiss and when they parted, Nikolai nuzzled his nose into Fyodor’s naked neck. For the remaining time until the water turned cold, the lovebirds rejoiced in each other’s embrace, Fyodor fondling Nikolai’s white, messy hair throughout.