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D3rLord3 is clad in only a white towel, contrasting against his grey figure. His hair, cascading down his shoulders in black waves, catches Avery's eye. The pair stand in the bathroom together, uncertain.
Slowly, Avery reaches a hand forwards, towards D3rLord3. He himself is barren, "skin" olive; now he must undress the other. Avery peels off the towel, allowing it to pool at D3rLord3's feet.
D3rLord3 is beautiful, in his purest form. Avery can't help but eye his lips: their fullness. He wants to see D3rLord3 unraveled, flustered. Avery leans in, stealing a desperate kiss. D3rLord3 reciporates with a slight gasp, unintentionally opening his mouth enough for Avery to slip his tongue inside. It swirls in fervent passion, Avery cupping D3rLord3's face, as to pull him in closer. He presses himself against the expanse of grey skin, his chest. Avery's thumb caresses the nipple. As they part, D3rLord3 is breathless, before being pulled in again. Avery relishes in his natural, warm taste, tilting his head to align with D3rLord3's.
At their final parting, D3rLord3 diverts his attention, as to begin running the water. He runs the shower head, it beginning to gently hiss with the spray. The two step inside, before sitting on the porcelain.
This is the very first time Avery has seen D3rLord3 bare, and he is certain of one thing.
He's beautiful.
They slide the glass door, giving them an extra layer of privacy. The tile is humid, dampened by warm water. It's a tawny sort of gold, complimenting the ashy grey hue of D3rLord3's skin. The water runs down his body, wetting his wavy locks of hair. He sits, barren, body exposed. His eyelashes curtain his narrow eyes, gaze locked on Avery. It creates a tension, sparking between the two.
D3rLord3 doesn't utter a word, mouth shut, yet an unspoken request remains: "Wash me, please." D3rLord3 turns, as to have his back face Avery's front. He leans in, as to allow more access to his shoulders. Muscle ripples under his skin, jagged scars as if lighting bolts. Avery is gentle, smaller in comparison. He grabs the washcloth, white and pure, and begins scrubbing his body. The soap frothes, Avery rubbing circles into D3rLord3's worn skin.
D3rLord3 sighs contentedly, leaning into Avery's touch.
"What is it?" he asks, curious.
"I find this..." D3rLord3 pauses for a moment, "calming."
"Uh huh," Avery responds uselessly, focused on the motion rather than the speech.
He continues to wash his back, before continuing further. Avery wraps his arms around D3rLord3, pulling him in. His hands (made out of slime, but just firm enough to hold form), wander over his figure, circling his chest. D3rLord3 flusters, shivering a little as Avery continues to wander. His hands dip slightly lower, caressing his thigh. Then, he washes those areas, rinsing off his touch. D3rLord3 is slid in between Avery's legs, back against him. Avery slips his head onto D3rlord3's shoulder, resting against the cusp of his neck as he washes his body lovingly.
"You're really pretty, y'know that?" he murmurs.
"Thank you."
"No— I mean it," Avery persists, trying to evoke a different response.
"I know."
Avery decidedly gives up.
Avery tilts his head, moving it just enough as to access his neck. He plants kisses along it, offering a teasing lick. At the sensation, D3rLord3 shivers again, breath hitching.
D3rLord3 peels himself off of Avery, turning so that they're facing eachother. The loss of touch deters Avery, yet he understands the cue. He hands the washcloth, and D3rLord3 begins. With a squeeze of Avery's hand, he begins to cleanse him. He begins at the neck: D3rLord3 is sure to angle himself to reach every part. He's particular about it, eyes squinted in focus. He plants a few kisses along Avery's neck in return, pressing one against his collarbone area. Avery is soft, almost opaque.
D3rLord3 washes the other areas, head to toe, until Avery is clean. Avery rests his head on D3rLord3's lap, closing his black, featureless eyes.
"I love you," he mumbles, yawning.
"I love you, very much," D3rLord3 repeats, allowing Avery to lax.
The running water is as if music, calming the two. D3rLord3 closes his own eyes, relaxing into the body warmth.
He is safe.