Hythlodaeus rests his hand on his hip and chuckles. "Yes, bubbles. Do away with them if you will, but I had thought you might enjoy them."
He continues undressing, and once he's done he moves closer, pressing a kiss to his lover's shoulder. "I only wish for you to relax. The bottle stated that the bubbles would ease tension thanks to the ingredients in them."
"I'm not going to do away with them." Emet-Selch replies with amusement. Hythlodaeus should never underestimate the amount of pampering his man has come to enjoy for himself. That being said, he steps his way into the bath, leaning against the back wall of it so he can lazily watch Hythlodaeus undress. What? If he didn't want to be watched he wouldn't have stripped right then and there.
"Thank you, my love." He murmurs with a nod. Already he can feel tension drifting out of his body, and it feels amazing.
Hythlodaeus steps into the bath and presses against Emet-Selch, which is just as well given the lack of room for them both. He chuckles, rubbing at his love's shoulder lazily.
"Would that we could make the bathtub a little larger... alas." Well, it's fine if he has to be pressed against Hades like this. He'll never say no to being close. Turning, he casually leaves a glob of bubbles on top of Emet-Selch's head before leaning in for a brief kiss.
"It is ridiculous that we cannot." He returns, with a small scowl. Of course he can't stay upset for too long with Hythlodaeus snug up against him and apparently a crown of bubbles places on his head.
He smirks lopsidedly at his lover, shaking his head. "Really?" Such a silly man. And yet Emet-Selch doesn't reach up to brush them away.
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He continues undressing, and once he's done he moves closer, pressing a kiss to his lover's shoulder. "I only wish for you to relax. The bottle stated that the bubbles would ease tension thanks to the ingredients in them."
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"Thank you, my love." He murmurs with a nod. Already he can feel tension drifting out of his body, and it feels amazing.
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"Would that we could make the bathtub a little larger... alas." Well, it's fine if he has to be pressed against Hades like this. He'll never say no to being close. Turning, he casually leaves a glob of bubbles on top of Emet-Selch's head before leaning in for a brief kiss.
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He smirks lopsidedly at his lover, shaking his head. "Really?" Such a silly man. And yet Emet-Selch doesn't reach up to brush them away.