[Listen, washing his brother is a very, very chaste and untainted pastime. Higekiri just enjoys being spoiled and clean, obviously. That is why he's good at this.
But he really is. His fingers are long and slender, and he knows exactly where to work them in Dick's muscles. There's only a little bit of difference in their body types really. Dick is a bit thicker in the shoulders and chest (and ass), but the acrobatic musculature is similar. The kneading isn't painful or intrusive.
It's sensual because of how gentle and sweeping it is. He brings the hands over and down the pectorals, unashamed when he rubs both thumbs over both nipples just to see what kind of reaction Dick gives him. But he doesn't hesitate; the hands keep going, feeling each cut of the muscles over Dick's ribs and down.]
Do humans do this often, Dick-san? Things like this together.
[ Dick's focusing on keeping his breathing steady at the kneading. If he's honest, his muscles have probably been tense for ... over a year, and it feels good to have anyone go over them like this, never mind someone who knows what they're doing as they go. His eyelashes flutter as he lets out a surprised groan when Hizamaru rubs over his nipples, and he almost misses the question entirely as he gets lost in the relaxing feeling. ]
Uh? [ -- he tilts his head back a bit as if to shake himself out of it. ] Um... Bathing each other? Not exactly. It's mostly done between... lovers.
[ dick's not content with just being touched now that he's been distracted by the question, though he starts by brushing the hair out of Hizamaru's face as he wonders if he'll even know what dick is talking about. ]
[If Hizamaru minds, he doesn't show it. Actually, Dick is quite amusing, he thinks. In a fond way. Being so new to his own body, he enjoys being able to see the reactions on others. Sure, he likes putting on a show, too... but watching a show? He's down for that.]
Lovers...?
[Both eyes are revealed when the fringe goes back, golden and curious, terribly innocent in the sense of not knowing very much about modern, worldly things. That one little sprig, though--damn, it will not stay anywhere but curled across his face in the opposite direction. His hands curl over Dick's hips, the thumbs pushing inward low under the navel.
[ dick seems to realize the potential implication of what he'd said, so he clarifies, grinning a bit sheepishly: ]
It's one word for people who have sex with each other. Humans don't really bathe one another outside of that kind of context.
[ which isn't quite accurate as far as explanations go, but it's right enough for this context without getting into intricacies. Dick's fascinated by the sprig of hair for a second or two, pushing it back only to watch it bounce, but after a second he leans in close to kiss softly at the corner of Hizamaru's mouth, lingering. His breath catches a bit at the feeling of hiza's hands over his hips, and he matches that with his own hand on Hiza's right side, rubbing slow circles with his thumb on the hipbone. ]
Ah. [Alas, Dick cannot ever hope to correct the Genjifucking mindset probably. Now he's sure he and Higekiri are maybe lovers because he sometimes washes Higekiri because Higekiri is just spoiled af, but he won't say that here.] Humans should bathe together more often, I think. Even if they don't touch.
At the Citadel, we bathe together in the hot springs. [His voice lowers when Dick's lips brush his mouth.] It's very relaxing.
[The mischievous curl of his lips returns. He watches what he can of Dick's face through his low lashes. One hand drops down to shamelessly but experimentally take Dick into his palm, underhanded. He curls the fingers, not so much pulling as sliding it over them.]
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[Listen, washing his brother is a very, very chaste and untainted pastime. Higekiri just enjoys being spoiled and clean, obviously. That is why he's good at this.
But he really is. His fingers are long and slender, and he knows exactly where to work them in Dick's muscles. There's only a little bit of difference in their body types really. Dick is a bit thicker in the shoulders and chest (and ass), but the acrobatic musculature is similar. The kneading isn't painful or intrusive.
It's sensual because of how gentle and sweeping it is. He brings the hands over and down the pectorals, unashamed when he rubs both thumbs over both nipples just to see what kind of reaction Dick gives him. But he doesn't hesitate; the hands keep going, feeling each cut of the muscles over Dick's ribs and down.]
Do humans do this often, Dick-san? Things like this together.
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Uh? [ -- he tilts his head back a bit as if to shake himself out of it. ] Um... Bathing each other? Not exactly. It's mostly done between... lovers.
[ dick's not content with just being touched now that he's been distracted by the question, though he starts by brushing the hair out of Hizamaru's face as he wonders if he'll even know what dick is talking about. ]
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Lovers...?
[Both eyes are revealed when the fringe goes back, golden and curious, terribly innocent in the sense of not knowing very much about modern, worldly things. That one little sprig, though--damn, it will not stay anywhere but curled across his face in the opposite direction. His hands curl over Dick's hips, the thumbs pushing inward low under the navel.
Don't give him the wrong idea now, Dick.]
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It's one word for people who have sex with each other. Humans don't really bathe one another outside of that kind of context.
[ which isn't quite accurate as far as explanations go, but it's right enough for this context without getting into intricacies. Dick's fascinated by the sprig of hair for a second or two, pushing it back only to watch it bounce, but after a second he leans in close to kiss softly at the corner of Hizamaru's mouth, lingering. His breath catches a bit at the feeling of hiza's hands over his hips, and he matches that with his own hand on Hiza's right side, rubbing slow circles with his thumb on the hipbone. ]
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At the Citadel, we bathe together in the hot springs. [His voice lowers when Dick's lips brush his mouth.] It's very relaxing.
[The mischievous curl of his lips returns. He watches what he can of Dick's face through his low lashes. One hand drops down to shamelessly but experimentally take Dick into his palm, underhanded. He curls the fingers, not so much pulling as sliding it over them.]