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If you're calling me small I will take it as a compliment. [He's been working out, since once again a lot of people are seeing his body lately, and his vain little peacock self will never turn down a compliment.

He snuggles into Wade's neck, his stubble brushing across his skin as he soaks up all the heat he can get. This is really nice; just being close to each other, the soft murmur of their voices.]

That was fun. We've had some interesting sexual detours, haven't we?

Don't get me wrong, your cake is as decadent as ever.

[ A crass statement made worse by the fact that both of his hands very purposefully, very gently fan out the fingers of each hand — one hand for each cheek of his ass — and squeeze. ]

Mmm. [ Wade hums appreciatively, thinking about when he had scooped a small handful of popcorn up on the way to his mouth, and how David had so eagerly accepted them as he pushed the popcorn and his four fingers past his lips with his thumb against his jawline. ] We certainly have!

[ His hands slide over the round of David's ass and along the outer side of his legs, then back up his sides until his hands go to his waist again, this time slipping under his top. David has wonderfully touchable skin. ]

...Anything 'off the beaten path' you've been meaning to explore?

Wh—! Thanks. [David lets out an undignified squawk as Wade squeezes his ass cheeks like a couple of squeaky toys, but wriggles happily in his lap as he feels those hands wander back up and under his shirt.]

Oh, God, I don't know. That's a big question. Might need some time to...mull it over. [Pressing warm, stubbly kisses just under Wade's ear between words.]

[ As David nuzzles and pecks at his scarred skin, Wade grunts at the sound of stubble rasping across his skin, so fucking satisfying. He pulls David closer, holding him. It's not moving in the direction of sex, not directly... but he's enjoying all of this warmth and closeness, he doesn't exactly crave anything more than this.

And that's not normal for him. Usually, he's in favor of all things pornographic, surface level, and unattached. But he can't deny that he's threaded his attachments right into the ground David walks on, setting down roots, wanting not just to fuck David, but fuck him slowly, not in the dark or by flickering candlelight, but in broad daylight or with the lights on, not wanting to miss a moment, if only because he doesn't flinch at the sight of him -- not once. Ever. Wade leans back, only to press a kiss on his lips firmly. ]

...Think about it. But... do you have a bathtub?

[ He's in a mood for slipping into luxuriantly scented hot water and sliding soap-slick hands all over his boytoy. ]

Yeah, I do...

[David pulls back to look at Wade, recalling an earlier conversation they'd had, a few months ago.]

That's right, you wanted to take a bath together. [His fingers toy at Wade's collar contemplatively.] That sounds excellent right now. Warm, and cozy...and hot...and wet...

[It's pretty obvious that he likes the idea, not just from the way he's talking but also because his dick is taking interest in his jeans, his legs wrapped tight around Wade's waist.]

[ Wade looks back at him, adoring and positively touched that David remembered. Bathing with his beau is not only indulgent, it's vulnerable. Only David gets to see him like this. It's getting to the point where he doesn't really think about his disfigurement when he's around David. He feels comfortable with him. He also feels them both getting aroused by all of this intimate touching and talk of bathing. ]

Ruh-roh. [ Wade quips, his voice roughened to imitate a familiar cartoon dog. ] Guess we'll have to resist jumping each other's bones before the bath fills.

[ Naturally, he rolls his hips up while he grips David's, grinding against him to call out their mutual attraction to the idea. Hot, slippery and wet certainly sounds very promising. ]

C'mon. [ He pats the side of his thigh. ] Let's get naked and see how long we can soak before we start touching genitals.

[David snorts, burying his amusement in a warm kiss pressed to Wade's forehead, hissing softly through his teeth at the sharp grind of their hips together.]

Guess so. Think you can handle that, loverboy?

[That was maybe one of the cheesier things David has ever said to Wade; maybe the latter is rubbing off on the former, just a little bit.

The pat on his thigh spurs him to begin climbing out of Wade's lap, getting back up on his feet with only a little difficulty.]

Sounds fun. I'll get the bath running.

[He doesn't hesitate before striding toward the bathroom, immediately getting the tub filling and throwing in a perfectly relaxing cocktail of bath oils and bubble bath. His apartment came with a standing shower only, so one of David's first big upgrades was to pay to have a clawfoot tub installed, and a roomy one at that. Now it's clear that it was well worth the money.]

Unnngh. [ Wade whines. It's very dramatic. ] Fine. I can't make any promises, but I'll try. And only because you called me loverboy!

[ Wade's smile follows David as he scrambles up and away, only disappearing a moment after he leans over to admire his ass and give a low wolf whistle as he leaves. He tidies up after them, puts the cooling mugs of hot chocolate away, and then follows David to his newest favorite feature in the place. Shedding the suit, naturally, along with anything else he was wearing along the way. All he brings into the bathroom with him is one single, yellow object with an orange tip? Anyway, he tosses it in and by the time it breaks the surface, it's clearly a rubber duck.

Very mature. ]

I'm never getting over this tub, you could fit a small family in this thing!

Edited 2022-01-12 23:06 (UTC)

I don't want to talk about it, [David quips back, even though he knows just saying that word has now opened him up to endless teasing, unless Wade decides to be merciful.

He lets out a small shriek of surprise as something yellow goes flying past him and into the tub.] What the hell— did you just...have that with you?

[An emergency rubber duck????]

We could, but I'm fine as long as it fits two. [He perches on the edge of the tub, starting to peel off the layers he'd bundled himself up in.] I chose a bubble bath with notes of amber, leather and coconut, I hope that's okay.

What? None of the toy ships would fit in my utility belt!

[ Wade completes this sentence with an exaggerated shrug, as if silently implying duh. Also, the fact that he's doing this while completely naked only makes him look all the more ridiculous. You know, if the concept of a grown-ass adult owning (let alone playing with) toy ships in the tub wasn't already. Hopefully, that part was a joke.

Anyway, Wade leans over the tub to peer into it, wondering what in the world that combination of objects would even smell like. ]

That, that sounds... I don't know what that sounds like.

[ Amber, leather and coconut sound like the kind of combination that should surpass the concept of bizarre, but... actually, it smells good. Wonders never cease. ]

But you could put Eau de Diesel in there and I'd still jump in with you.

Uh...huh. [He's not sure why he's surprised anymore, honestly. David shrugs his fluffy cardigan off his shoulders and lets it fall to the tile floor, watching Wade lean over the tub. The bubble bath has a faint rosy tint to it, delightfully at odds with the more masculine scent profile.]

It's pretty nice, right? [David snorts, giving Wade a little shove as he tugs on his t-shirt, which looks basic but most definitely cost a stupid amount of money.] I'm glad you like me more than you value smelling good.

[ Wade grips the lip of the bath before that one nudge sends him careening into the tub, shooting him a shit-eating grin that telegraphs 'nice try' before he straightens up and scoots his hands up under his stupid-expensive undershirt, helping him out of his clothes. ]

Yeah, you really rank up there on my top favorite things. Right next to the word, chimichanga.

[ Which he's just going to repeat to himself under his breath, because he apparently really loves that word. ]

Oh! I'll get in first and you can join me. Just let me guide your leg in so you don't step on anything delicate.

[David snorts, his undershirt halfway over his head.] Oh, okay, so it's me and 'chimichanga' at the top? Just want to make sure I have the order correct, like, I'm first, right?

[He strips off the last of his clothes while Wade mutters to himself, bravely ignoring his cock at half-mast in favor of gesturing toward the water.] Be my guest. I'll do my best not to ruin your life on the way in.

Listen, chimichanga rolls off the tongue a little better, okay? Nothing personal.

[ He's 100% just spinning David up with this. Bold choice, seeing as he's lowering himself into the bath blanketed by suds and therefore placing his junk in danger of being 'accidentally' stepped on.

But he does, however, lift his hands to loosely hold David's hips, using this as his mode of enticement into the bath after him, looking up into his eyes to tell him that he was just kidding, that chimichanga has nothing on him as he pulls him into the tub with him and winds his arms around him. ]

You're number one, babe. Always. You know that, right?

[Shaking his head, David lets himself be pulled into the bath, sighing as he sinks into the warm water, happily enveloped in Wade's arms.]

I fucking better be. [He leans back against Wade's chest, a happy hum vibrating in his throat.] God, this feels good. Really...knock out the rest of the cold.

[His head tilts back against Wade's shoulder, angling for a kiss to soothe his pretend-wounded ego.]

[ God, they could be in his laughably small tub back home, his legs dangling over the sides, and he'd still think it's heavenly. Wrapped in that cozy feeling not just from the warmth of the fragrant water, but feeling David drape himself against his chest. Wade feels an overwhelming surge of affection and romance when he looks at David silently seeking a kiss. Wade slips his arms around his waist, one hand petting up to his chest as he tries to pour those feelings into the kiss, soft and slow.

Wade sighs through his nose, feeling the comforting heat seep into his body and the gentle flow of manna from the intimacy they're sharing in this moment. All joking, playful banter and teasing aside, he feels really good right now. With David. When their lips part, he looks at him, his scarred hand emerging from the water to deposit a dollop of foam on the tip of his nose. ]

I think I could actually drown in this tub. [ Or in your eyes. Ugh, he's got it so bad. ] ...Comfy?

[This tub was fucking expensive, but right now David feels like it was worth every single penny. He'd splurged on an oversized model, perhaps for this very reason, and it's paying off for the sheer fact that two grown men can fit comfortably inside with no overspill. David scoffs, blowing a stream of air at his nose to remove that dollop of bubble bath.]

Please don't. [He settles his head against Wade's collarbone comfortably, his hands scooping soapy water over his chest and shoulders.] Very. But actually, hang on—

[Something occurs to him, suddenly, and he glances up at Wade, a warning in his expression.]

No fart jokes or I promise you I'll pull the plug on this bath. Just...

[David inhales, and light from an unseen source flashes across his amethyst. When he exhales, the water around them begins to bubble like they're in a Jacuzzi. There are no jets, though; it's all David, who exhales a heavenly sigh.]

That's what was missing.

Edited 2022-01-30 01:12 (UTC)

Obviously, I wouldn't stay drowned... but don't let that stop you from giving me mouth to mouth.

[ Wade noses the top of David's head, breathing in the scent of whatever product he uses, wrapped in the warmth of the bath to notice anything is awry until David looks at him. His eyes flick to various points of the bathroom, trying to figure out what's going on until the light catches his attention. When the water starts to bubble, Wade jolts under him, disrupting the water with a splash before he realizes little bubbles are sliding all around them.

Oh. Okay, NOW he gets it.

Wade gasps dramatically, eyes flying wide open. ]

Uh, what?! Are you a fucking natural or something? Where did you learn that trick?

[ Naturally, it would be like David to find luxuriant applications for his gembonded powers. ]

I truly don't need a replay of the window incident.

[Which had rapidly turned into a knife-in-the-head incident, for which there will never be enough brain bleach. But Wade's reaction to his magic special effects is satisfying as hell, and David laughs as they're both enveloped in their own personal hot tub.]

Nowhere! I just...thought of it and wanted to try it. Sometimes I forget how useful having air magic is.

[ Wade looks back at him, stunned. ]

You just came up with it. That's just, just brilliant! [ Wade slides his hands up David's arms and over his trapezius, massaging his shoulders. ] I wonder what happens if we tried to combine the two. Yours and mine?

[ He stops rubbing, clearly thinking about it. But his brain is quick to switch gears: ]

So does that mean I shouldn't drop by if I'm missing a limb or two? They grow back, but they kinda have to plow through the whole puberty thing, yadda yadda yadda...

[ That was so not the worst David can possibly see. ]

It's nothing, really. [Since when is he being humble? Maybe since he learned to trust someone enough not to worry about seeming flawed in any way.] Hmm, mmm. [A thoughtful sound, followed by a sound of enjoyment as Wade rubs at his shoulders. Well, air and fire...]

We could probably make a pretty big flame, [he posits. And then he grimaces at the mental image Wade is presenting, craning around to give him a look.]

I'm not huge on the idea of, um, limb puberty? But I also...like being with you more than I hate that, so. More importantly, what are you doing on any kind of regular basis that results in limb loss?

Presently? Not much. [ Weirdly, not a lot of business here for a contract killer. Although if the political climate continues to suck, his services might suddenly come into demand. Who knows? ] I'm kinda between jobs, although technically fucking you has been really profitable... kinda feels like I'm cheating at life.

[ It's not just the sex, though. Wade can feel a steady stream of Manna right now, keeps his mutated cancer in check, everything running the way it should. His particularly voracious need for Manna aside, he also feels genuinely close to David. That's a very rare and precious thing. ]

You really must like me a lot, if you're willing to tolerate the ugly stuff. [ There's a pause here, Wade's thinking of something. He rubs circles into his muscles with his thumbs, gently continuing the massage. ] If I were to get back into my the business, would that upset you?

Oh, yeah? I'm not going to lie, I kind of like being your full-time job.

[Maybe that's a little more candid than he should be. Reveals a little too much, a card he'd been playing close to the vest. But he feels safe right now, ensconced in this cozy tub with Wade's thumbs pressing into his stiff muscles, so he tries not to dwell on it.

The ugly stuff catches his attention, though, and he shrugs, his fingers drifting through the layer of bubbles floating on the water's surface.]

Why would that upset me? It's your job. You were very up-front about that. And it's not like you can die, right?

[He's fully aware that it's a simplistic way of looking at it, but in a world as complicated as Noctium, he feels like it's probably better to take the path of least resistance.]

[ I kind of like being your full-time job.

Wade's eyes flick toward David and he stares, his mouth instantly going dry. So much for getting his heart rate under control. He has a dizzying thought that it's actually wrong to ask him this. To even think about getting back into the mercenary business when the last time he did, his loved ones were the ones who paid the ultimate price.

And David is that loved one this time. God, he is so fucked. ]

You are a lot more in the morally grey area than I thought you were.

[ Wade wraps his arms around him and tries to interlace their fingers beneath the water. ]

I'm such a bad influence on you.

[David shrugs, feigning nonchalance, glad that the hot water is turning his skin pink so it camouflages the flush creeping up his chest. Glad, too, that their current position means Wade can't see his face, or the bitten-off smile he's fighting off as best he can, which is to say not at all.]

I mean, I grew up around...rich people. Powerful people. Everyone has secrets, and if you have enough money you don't even have to do a good job hiding them.

[Their fingers lace together, wreathed in soap. They feel so right, interlocked like that, David's perfect cuticles and Wade's gnarled scars.]

So, you know, don't give yourself too much credit.

Edited 2022-02-02 01:52 (UTC)

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