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It’s late at night and Zanka is going through his skincare routine, slathering cleanser on his face right when he hears Jabber walking around outside the door.
As much as it hurts to say, his boyfriend has been banished from the bathroom during his self-care time due to being nothing but a distraction when he can’t keep his hands to himself.
Zanka continues on with splashing water on his face before going in with his anti-aging serum, little drops littering his face.
He really tries to ignore the noise but…
Jabber’s feet keep pattering outside of the bathroom and Zanka rolls his eyes aggressively before finally acknowledging him.
“Jabber, I can literally hear you outside of the door. As much as I love you, it kind of defeats the purpose of ‘stay out of my way while I'm taking care of myself’ if you’re posted outside of the door like a damn dog asking to go potty.”
The footsteps stop for a moment before the door is opened to reveal Jabber on the other side. His eyebrows are dipped in that puppy-eyed look that he always pulls when in trouble.
“But baby, how am I supposed to leave you alone when just the idea of being separated from you makes it hard to breathe” Jabber whines dramatically, really turning up the whole act.
“Well, first of all, that sounds deeply unhealthy and-“ Zanka starts, ready to head into one of his spiels when Jabber suddenly swoops into the bathroom.
Jabber slithers his arms around him in a hug, resting his forehead on the back of Zanka’s neck. And I mean, seriously, it’s like magic with how quickly Zanka’s annoyance disappears. He can’t stay mad at him forever when he’s coming up on him like this.
Zanka is surrounded by Jabber’s subtle cedarwood scent, reveling in the warmth that’s brought with being in such strong arms.
He loves his man so much, it’s actually ridiculous.
Zanka lets out a deep breath and continues to do his skincare routine, deciding it’s okay if Jabber stays this time.
“Wait, let me do it with you.” Jabber suggests, unraveling his arms to inspect the numerous creams and serums laid out on the counter.
“I mean, you could, but a lot of these are specifically for my skin type.” Zanka replies before looking over his shoulder.
When he faces his boyfriend, he loves being able to see the adoration on his face as he talks, “Because… my skin gets oily at some times, so these things are to cater to that”
Which, he’s sure Jabber is aware of this, he’s not dumb. He knows how skin care works, he doesn’t live under a fucking rock.
Jabber just smiles at him dumbly, biting his lip with those pretty eyes looking at him that are truly the bane of his existence. Which, Zanka chooses to ignore for his own sake, “But anyways, my point is that we could do a face mask. A little bit of exfoliation, you kn-“
He gets cut off by Jabber giving him a peck on the lip, “I’m sorry, I just had to. You’re looking so pretty right now.”
Zanka groans, though he’s blushing when he pushes Jabber’s face away from him, “This is why I never let you in here. You distract me..”
He turns to open their cabinet above the toilet, grabbing two packs of aloe vera face masks.
“I don’t understand why you act like you don’t like it, baby. I see the way you blush when I’m acting like that.” He bites his lip again, tugging at his snake bite piercings.
Zanka stone walls him, instead choosing to open the first exfoliating mask. Once it’s out of the packaging, he turns to face his boyfriend completely.
They lock eyes and Zanka furrows his eyebrows at the piercings that are all over his face.
Probably not a good idea to put a face mask on any piercings.
“How are you gonna do this with the piercings, it could irritate your skin, you know?” Zanka emphasizes by pointing his finger at the locations decorated with jewelry — his septum, nose bridge, and eyebrow.
Jabber waves it off, “It’ll be fine, baby. And plus, you know how much I like pain,” He winks playfully with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“So this is just another way to get your rocks off? Nice…” Zanka murmurs, stepping closer into Jabber’s space to start applying the face mask.
Once he’s close enough, he feels cold rings land on his hips and he tries not to react to the hand placement, focusing on applying without any air bubbles.
“Anything I do with you will get my rocks off.” He says half-jokingly.
“Yeah I hope this shit burns your face off now.”
“No you don’t… because you love my face, don’t you?”
“Allegedly…” Zanka deadpans, his eyebrows drawing in close with focus.
Jabber gasps dramatically but makes sure to stay still for Zanka anyway so as to not mess up his progress, “You wound me, Zanka. I mean, I would never say something like that to you.”
He finally finishes putting the mask on before lifting his hands away, watching carefully to see if the mask is going to slip.
“Voila, you look so cutesy.” Zanka smiles, turning Jabber to look at the mirror.
Jabber inspects the face mask, turning his head side to side to look at it from all angles.
“Good job, baby.” He says, pressing a kiss to Zanka’s cheek.
Zanka’s heart flutters at the praise, a small smile staying on his face as he starts on his own exfoliating mask. He’s applying it with ease and it only takes him a few moments before he’s done.
They’re matching with the green masks now and it seems picture-worthy, Zanka thinks before grabbing his phone off the counter to set up for a photo.
They’re stood in front of the mirror and Jabber assumes position quickly, wrapping his arms around Zanka’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.
Zanka usually covers Jabber’s face in the pictures they take together — he’s a possessive guy, what can he say? — but there’s really no reason to do it this time around considering they have coverings already.
So he moves his phone down a little bit, both of them smiling at the screen before capturing it.
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They end up taking a few more pictures in a few different positions with an impromptu make-out session in between.
But they finish up in the bathroom before heading to their connecting bedroom and getting settled in with a movie playing on the tv.
Zanka’s back is against the headboard and his boyfriend’s head is laid on his lap. Jabber has already fallen asleep by this point and Zanka is going to have to wake him up to remove the mask, but that’s fine.
Right now, he’s content with just being in the comfort of the love of his life.
He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.