tireurdelite | Seasons: IC Contact/Overflow

It really does. They sell different kinds with different scents, but roses are my favorite.

[which is definitely the main reason Fogado will send him a rose later and not romantic intent, right]

Really? I love roses too!

[Yet another thing they have in common...! He'll have to remember that. Once he's sure his hair is good and shampooed he rinses it out, guessing that's probably the right thing to do, and grabs the soap so he can start scrubbing down Alcryst, starting with his chest.]

You really are cute, you know. I'm a lucky guy. [Maybe a Brodian warrior would prefer to be called differently to 'cute' when their physique is being touched and admired, but Fogado isn't Brodian warriors.]

[It's not 'handsome' or 'manly' or other princelike adjectives, but it makes Alcryst blush all the same. Even more so because it's coming from Fogado.]

Y-you're really too kind to me, Prince Fogado. But thank you?

[The 'prince' is back now that he's not distracted by sex.]

Are you back to sounding nervous already? C'mon.

[Fogado draws him closer again, just enough that he can press a (admittedly wet, they are in the shower) kiss to his forehead.]

It's just me. You can relax.

Sorry. I'll try harder to relax.

[That's totally how it works, right.

He hesitates, then quickly and lightly kisses Fogado's cheek. Mwa.]

[Fogado smiles warmly at the kiss in return.] 'Trying hard' and 'relaxing' are two entirely different things, Alcryst. But, it's okay.

[He doesn't like him any less just for being nervous, and he's not trying to make him feel bad about it. He moves behind him to start soaping his back next. Maybe it will feel enough like a massage to get him to relax a bit.]

-That's a very good point.

[Fogado washing his back does feel very nice, and a little of the tension leaves his shoulders.]

...Is it really alright just to call you Fogado?

Sure. The way I see it, we're not princes of anything here, right? We're not gonna forget about our homes, but we can also take it easy a bit while we help out. I know that's what the people of Solm would want.

[Despite relaxed appearances, Fogado's given the idea a lot of thought. Solm loves its easygoing, freespirited prince who doesn't stick to convention, so that's what he does his best to be for them. Loosening up even more in another world can't hurt, especially with how hard they've fought in the war.]

Aaaand, just between us, but I love how you said my name earlier. I wouldn't mind hearing that more often. [Fogado's getting awfully low where he's washing his back... and a hand sneaks onto Alcryst's ass, squeezing playfully.]

It is easier to relax here-

[Oh, well. Alcryst's face flames red, and he squeaks and jumps a little when Fogado squeezes him.]

Fogado!

[He meant say his name like that, right.]

Sorry, sorry. Getting you worked up again won't help you relax.

[Fogado just couldn't help himself, especially after getting that cute little squeak out of it. He gives his ass one last cheeky little rub down before he moves on to the shampoo.]

Seriously, though, being informal with each other isn't a sign of disrespect. If anything, it's a sign we trust each other, right? We can see each other beyond our titles.

I would trust you with my life.

[Alcryst says it immediately, without hesitation or even special emphasis. Of course he trusts Fogado.]

I might forget now and then, but... I'll try to be casual with you.

[It's not something he's good at, but Fogado is the person he'd try the hardest for.]

Great! That would make me happy. To be honest, I spend so much time away from the palace and acting incognito, I'm not really used to the formal treatment.

[He can do it when the situation calls, but keeping it casual is nice, too, even around the Divine Dragon. He sets the bottle of shampoo aside once he's done with it, massaging it into Alcryst's hair.]

I think I'm doing this right. Right?

I think you are. It feels nice, at least.

[So he probably isn't doing it wrong. Alcryst sighs contentedly at the feeling.]

[Fogado continues for a little longer, before deciding it's enough, and reaching to adjust the showerhead to rinse them both off.]

Next time we do this, I'll think ahead and bring a change of clothes.

You can borrow some of mine - oh, but I don't think they'd fit you very well...

[Fogado's too buff for Alcryst's pajamas.]

Maybe if you've got anything baggy I can squeeze into...?

[It wouldn't be a problem if it was the other way around. In fact, Alcryst would look very cute in an oversized shirt.]

I have some - ah, 'sweatpants' that might be loose enough.

[Not sure on the top though... maybe Fogado will have to be shirtless... oh no......]

That works for me. [dooming alcryst to a shirtless fogado fate...] We done?

[If he gives the affirmative, Fogado will turn the shower off and step out.]

Yes, I think so.

[Stepping out, pulling a towel off the rack for himself and one for Fogado.]

I'll go get you something to wear - I'll try not to keep you waiting too long.

Great, thanks. [He takes the towel and dries himself off, then fastens it around his waist while he waits for Alcryst to find something.

Whenever Alcryst comes back, Fogado is busy checking himself out in the mirror -- it looks like that 'shampoo' stuff washed out without any problems. Not that he doesn't trust Alcryst, but getting used to anything new here is always a little weird.]

[Thankfully Alcryst is not the kind of person who would confuse shampoo for hair dye or hair removal cream. Fogado's beautiful locks go unharmed.

Alcryst returns in his plain pajamas, carrying a pair of sweatpants he'd bought here while talking to a very friendly, slightly pushy salesperson.] Here, this is the best I could find.

[Fogado takes them and holds them up briefly; they certainly look big and stretchy enough that the height difference won't be a big deal.]

They look comfy! Thanks.

[He slips off the towel and dresses. Sure enough, they fit, even if they're slightly more snug on him than they would be for Alcryst.]

So, uh... Is your bed big enough for two? If not, I can crash on the couch.

[Doesn't look while the towel is off, even though it's Very Tempting.]

I would never make you take the couch - I'd offer to take it myself, but I know you would just insist.

[That's simply the kind of person Fogado is.]

So... we can share a bed, if that's alright.

[He really wouldn't have been self-conscious if Alcryst did look, but the politeness is sweet.]

I dunno, I'm told I'm a horrible snorer... [Then he nudges him in the ribs slightly.] Nah, I'm just kidding, that works just fine. Lead the way.

I could live with that.

[Fogado's too perfect, it wouldn't even surprise him if he snored or something similarly innocuous.

He leads Fogado to a plain bedroom, furnished with a writing desk and a bookcase. The bed is just big enough for the two of them to lie down, and Alcryst pulls the covers back and settles down on one side, leaving as much room as he can for Fogado.]

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