[ ah ah. tseng's hands find sasuke's waist, holding him in place and refusing to let him lean away. far be it from tseng to think that his own spend on sasuke's face is somehow dirty or unclean—perhaps sasuke has forgotten that one of tseng's favorite activities is eating sasuke's ass? ]
Gladly. [ and not just as a figure of speech. tseng likes the idea of showering together, the intimacy and sensuality of the experience. ] You know you can use my bathroom whenever you want, don't you?
[ like, what is the point of having a fuckoff big luxe bathroom if you aren't going to let your situationship use it as he desires? tseng lets himself be pulled up by sasuke's hand on his wrist, but the first thing he does when he stands is to take sasuke's face in both hands and kiss him right on the mouth—a brief kiss, yes, but hopefully one that leaves no uncertainty about the fact that tseng doesn't mind sasuke close no matter how messy he is. ]
I can't just walk in whenever I want... I would ask first.
[Hello, that's so thoughtless? What if Tseng is busy or has other company over? Still, he's touched by the consideration and the lack of shame shown in that kiss — clearly signifying he doesn't mind the mess. Sasuke returns it, letting himself enjoy the closeness and intimacy of the gesture before they withdraw and begin making their way to the shower.]
Ah, thanks. My hair is getting a little long — though not as long as yours. [Tseng easily wins that comparison.] Sometimes it can be annoying with one hand.
[He rarely complains about his handicap, if ever, but it is a testament now to the general comfort he feels in Tseng's presence, to be open.]
[ well, tseng doesn't care if sasuke walks in whenever... but he senses that the argument would be a losing battle on his side, so he just nods in acquiescence as he straightens up from his seat on the stool. he keeps sasuke close as they walk, one hand a warm presence at the small of his back. ]
Maybe yours will get this long, if you don't cut it for five years. [ the last time tseng cut his hair was in october of [ ν ] – εγλ 0002, just after the incident at nibelheim. a signifier of his own dishonor, his own grief, although he hadn't explained it to anyone as such.
this mention of sasuke's missing arm is, tseng thinks, perhaps the first time that sasuke has acknowledged it outright. it's always been clear to tseng that he manages well enough, and sasuke has never struck tseng as the type to want to be treated differently because of it, so it does speak to sasuke's comfort with and trust in tseng that he speaks so openly about it now. what a warm feeling, small and blooming in his chest. ]
I can imagine. [ tseng has only spent short stretches of time without full use of his limbs, and those were frustrating enough. he leans over to press a brief kiss to sasuke's temple. ] Then let that be another point in favor of you making use of my bathroom. When you're tired of doing it yourself, you can come here and let me do it for you.
[Five years is a long time. For most of his life, he'd kept his hair short and maintained it himself — it was only after leaving prison at the end of the war, and beginning to travel across these dimensions, that he'd stopped caring for that maintenance. So now it has begun to grow out, partially sideswept to conceal the strange color and pattern of the Rinnegan.
The gesture is touching, and he manages a soft little laugh at the words, leading the way into the bathroom now that he knows the path.]
You're the one who must get tired of washing your own hair. [Two hands or not...] But, if you want, you can do it for me now.
[Once he's turned on the lights, pleasantly backlit at the counter mirror, Sasuke begins to shuffle his shirt overhead. He's not shy this time undressing with Tseng, but he is — aware of himself, maybe.]
[ tseng can't deny that; his own hair does take some work to wash. but— ] It's more enjoyable when it's yours.
[ his own hair, he only washes to get clean! sasuke's hair, he gets to wash for the experience of it, the intimacy and shared space. far more pleasing a venture than just trying to shampoo away the day.
as sasuke begins to undress, tseng leans over to turn on the spray, letting it heat up in the meantime. then he turns and spends a moment just watching, his gaze steady and warm as he observes sasuke's skin revealed, the narrow dip of his waist broadening to his ribs and then to his shoulders. lithe muscle, pale skin decorated by scars that speak to the life sasuke has led.
tseng steps forward to do the last part, tugging sasuke's shirt over his head, and then leans in to kiss his shoulder right atop one of those faded scars. that's all—no comment. there's no need for it. tseng sets sasuke's shirt on the countertop and begins to remove his own clothes next, his shirt first and then his slacks. ]
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Gladly. [ and not just as a figure of speech. tseng likes the idea of showering together, the intimacy and sensuality of the experience. ] You know you can use my bathroom whenever you want, don't you?
[ like, what is the point of having a fuckoff big luxe bathroom if you aren't going to let your situationship use it as he desires? tseng lets himself be pulled up by sasuke's hand on his wrist, but the first thing he does when he stands is to take sasuke's face in both hands and kiss him right on the mouth—a brief kiss, yes, but hopefully one that leaves no uncertainty about the fact that tseng doesn't mind sasuke close no matter how messy he is. ]
I'll wash your hair, too.
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[Hello, that's so thoughtless? What if Tseng is busy or has other company over? Still, he's touched by the consideration and the lack of shame shown in that kiss — clearly signifying he doesn't mind the mess. Sasuke returns it, letting himself enjoy the closeness and intimacy of the gesture before they withdraw and begin making their way to the shower.]
Ah, thanks. My hair is getting a little long — though not as long as yours. [Tseng easily wins that comparison.] Sometimes it can be annoying with one hand.
[He rarely complains about his handicap, if ever, but it is a testament now to the general comfort he feels in Tseng's presence, to be open.]
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Maybe yours will get this long, if you don't cut it for five years. [ the last time tseng cut his hair was in october of [ ν ] – εγλ 0002, just after the incident at nibelheim. a signifier of his own dishonor, his own grief, although he hadn't explained it to anyone as such.
this mention of sasuke's missing arm is, tseng thinks, perhaps the first time that sasuke has acknowledged it outright. it's always been clear to tseng that he manages well enough, and sasuke has never struck tseng as the type to want to be treated differently because of it, so it does speak to sasuke's comfort with and trust in tseng that he speaks so openly about it now. what a warm feeling, small and blooming in his chest. ]
I can imagine. [ tseng has only spent short stretches of time without full use of his limbs, and those were frustrating enough. he leans over to press a brief kiss to sasuke's temple. ] Then let that be another point in favor of you making use of my bathroom. When you're tired of doing it yourself, you can come here and let me do it for you.
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The gesture is touching, and he manages a soft little laugh at the words, leading the way into the bathroom now that he knows the path.]
You're the one who must get tired of washing your own hair. [Two hands or not...] But, if you want, you can do it for me now.
[Once he's turned on the lights, pleasantly backlit at the counter mirror, Sasuke begins to shuffle his shirt overhead. He's not shy this time undressing with Tseng, but he is — aware of himself, maybe.]
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[ his own hair, he only washes to get clean! sasuke's hair, he gets to wash for the experience of it, the intimacy and shared space. far more pleasing a venture than just trying to shampoo away the day.
as sasuke begins to undress, tseng leans over to turn on the spray, letting it heat up in the meantime. then he turns and spends a moment just watching, his gaze steady and warm as he observes sasuke's skin revealed, the narrow dip of his waist broadening to his ribs and then to his shoulders. lithe muscle, pale skin decorated by scars that speak to the life sasuke has led.
tseng steps forward to do the last part, tugging sasuke's shirt over his head, and then leans in to kiss his shoulder right atop one of those faded scars. that's all—no comment. there's no need for it. tseng sets sasuke's shirt on the countertop and begins to remove his own clothes next, his shirt first and then his slacks. ]