[He's not opening his eyes; he doesn't need to. Adrian's hands make the perfect guide, and he's content to simply go in whatever direction he's nudged — here, there, making sure the spray of the water hits his hair evenly on all sides, lifting his chin when he's coaxed to.
It's only once they're drawing apart from the kiss that he slides his eyes open halfway, sleepy-warm and vibrant green. Adrian's tender remark wraps around him like a blanket, and for a few seconds, he feels free of the weight of his memories altogether.]
[He knows better than to think Adrian would. But it's an answer just the same, without saying the actual words. He's wanted tonight; there can't be even a shadow of a doubt about that.]
I might need you to turn around so I can get at the back. It's so long...
[But he's nodding, running his fingers lightly down Adrian's water-slick skin just for the sake of touching him at all.]
[At first glance, maybe someone would expect a guy as big as him who looks like he does to be a veritable ogre when it comes to something like handling a head of long, pretty hair like Adrian's. But Jotaro's hands prove surprisingly deft as he gathers the strands together and smooths them back, making sure they're properly damp before reaching for a palmful of shampoo himself.
This part, he's a little more concerned about; when he washes his own hair, he's typically just strictly efficient and in a hurry to get the project complete. For Adrian, though, he takes his time, starting at the browline and working his way back through the rest of his hair with small circling motions, unafraid to scratch lightly at his scalp thanks to the experience of how it'd felt on him when it was his own turn.]
Mm. Feeling spoiled yet?
[His fingertips drift from Adrian's sudsy hair to his shoulders, then down over his sensitive wingbacks, as gently as he can.]
[The last time anyone had washed his hair like this, it was from his mother when he was still a child. This is still considerably more intimate, his head leaning into Jotaro's touch.
He hums for a bit, then sighs at the hands roaming down his body.]
Yes. Very.
Let me wash my hair? Then you should have your bath finally.
Yeah, all right. It'll be soft when you dry it out.
[He brushes his hands over Adrian's shoulders again, this time settling near the nape of his neck and kneading the muscle there in an impromptu massage before drawing his hands away to give him room to work.]
Does that healing thing you do also keep your hair nice?
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[He's not opening his eyes; he doesn't need to. Adrian's hands make the perfect guide, and he's content to simply go in whatever direction he's nudged — here, there, making sure the spray of the water hits his hair evenly on all sides, lifting his chin when he's coaxed to.
It's only once they're drawing apart from the kiss that he slides his eyes open halfway, sleepy-warm and vibrant green. Adrian's tender remark wraps around him like a blanket, and for a few seconds, he feels free of the weight of his memories altogether.]
Hey. Here I am.
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[The softness on Jotaro's face makes him feel warm, and he gently rubs his forehead against his.]
Would you wash mine?
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Stay close to me tonight. Don't leave me alone.
[He knows better than to think Adrian would. But it's an answer just the same, without saying the actual words. He's wanted tonight; there can't be even a shadow of a doubt about that.]
I might need you to turn around so I can get at the back. It's so long...
[But he's nodding, running his fingers lightly down Adrian's water-slick skin just for the sake of touching him at all.]
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[Obediently, he turns around, tipping his head back to let Jotaro do as he'd like with his hair. His fingers running through it feels so nice.]
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This part, he's a little more concerned about; when he washes his own hair, he's typically just strictly efficient and in a hurry to get the project complete. For Adrian, though, he takes his time, starting at the browline and working his way back through the rest of his hair with small circling motions, unafraid to scratch lightly at his scalp thanks to the experience of how it'd felt on him when it was his own turn.]
Mm. Feeling spoiled yet?
[His fingertips drift from Adrian's sudsy hair to his shoulders, then down over his sensitive wingbacks, as gently as he can.]
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He hums for a bit, then sighs at the hands roaming down his body.]
Yes. Very.
Let me wash my hair? Then you should have your bath finally.
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[He brushes his hands over Adrian's shoulders again, this time settling near the nape of his neck and kneading the muscle there in an impromptu massage before drawing his hands away to give him room to work.]
Does that healing thing you do also keep your hair nice?