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I simply wanted you to know the 'clinginess' was reciprocated.

[He grins, leaning in to press his forehead against Emet's.]

That is very nice to know. I want you to shower me with attention, by the way.

You're being incredibly sappy.

[Which isn't a no. He kisses his cheek and disentangles himself to head toward the washroom.]

Come.

Me? I'd say it's you who is being sentimental.

[Following! But also still reaching to take Emet's hand on the way there. Just a little clinginess.]

[A hum is all he gets at the correct assessment.

He rubs his thumb against the back of his hand as the walk the short distance. Then he will deposit him in front of the tub and turn to face him carefully watching his expression.]

Strip, if you would.

Well, if you insist~

[He can't help blushing a little, but he'll just hide it behind being cheeky, and start undoing the buttons of his clothes.]

And how far am I supposed to strip?

Until I tell you to stop.

[Which means all of it. He just leans back on his heels and watches appreciatively seeing if he can turn that blush into more squirming.]

[Oh. That does fluster him more, and he's cheeky enough about being shirtless but when it comes to his pants he pauses a little, glancing at Emet as though to confirm that yes, he should keep going.]

Do you need help?

[WOW!!! He purses his lips, needing a moment to figure out how to respond. Unfortunately, he does get doki about Emet being a smug bastard at him. Then again, he gets doki about just about everything Emet does.]

If you would. I fear my fingers have all gone limp.

Goodness.

[He says with no real heat as he takes one hand and kisses his knuckles before making the exaggerated point of getting on his knees before him. He slowly undoes and buttons with his fingers, but any zippers or ties he will remove with his teeth, been deliberate and slow about it.]

[OH. He turns beet red when Emet gets down on his knees, and even more so when he makes use of his teeth. He keeps eye contact for a bit (mostly out of shock), then looks aside, too flustered to keep his eyes on Emet. Mostly.]

Honestly...

[He stands when he's done trailing fingers up his sides before he cups his cheeks as gently as he can giving him a chaste kiss.]

Now that is a lovely shade on you.

[He pulls away after a moment though to turn on the tub and let Hythlodaeus get some manner of composure back.]

[He huffs softly after the kiss, reaching out to take Emet's hands for a moment before letting go again.]

... W-Well. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself at least.

[It's said with zero bite, though, and he's still blushing deeply. But he has to fight back somehow!]

So... What's next?

[He smiles softly at the gesture before he busies himself with the task.]

You wanted my attention and pampering, did you not? A thought a luxurious bath for you would be appropriate.

[Cute...]

That does sound nice, I admit. And I assume you'll be getting in with me? I might get lonely otherwise.

[He tsks.]

You'll have to find your own way to pamper me in return. Now get in.

[He will take off any outer layers and roll up his sleeves to the elbow.]

Is having me in your bath not pampering you already?

[Half-joking, half-not! But he'll get into the tub, stretching out in it blissfully.]

[He works on dampening his hair first careful to keep it out of his eyes and gently combing it with his fingers before lathering it with highly scented shampoo.

He also tries to think of comeback, but none comes to mind. Having Hythlodaeus here is pretty much a dream come true.]

Hush.

[Oh-ho, unfortunately that means he IS winning. Hyth hums contentedly as Emet works on his hair, then raises a hand to trail his fingers down the side of Emet's face.]

Hmm?~ Am I wrong, then?

Do you want me to say it?

[He leans into his touch as he gently gives him a scalp massage, scratching at the base of his skull lightly.]

[He tips his head into it, practically purring.]

Mmhmm. I quite like the sound of your voice, anyway.

[He wraps his arms around his shoulders leaning against him.]

How many nights have I waited to have you with me like this? How many fake promises did I make to Zodiark, those primitive primals, myself, anyone would would listen, to have you back.

Of course having you here is a fantasy. A dream come true.

[In the end he can neither deny nor resist such earnest sentiment. He leans back, stroking Emet's arm gently.]

... I'm sure I missed you too. While I was slumbering inside Zodiark.

[He rests his forehead on the back of his neck.]

Sometimes I do forget. That you do not recall everything.

Edited 2022-05-24 05:50 (UTC)

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