[Dimitri melts under Felix's kiss and under his touch. To think that hands capable of wielding a sword the way Felix does are also capable of being so gentle. Comforting. He moves with Felix's hands as they lather, limp and pliant, and stills when Felix finally rinses his hair free of suds.
They wash each other's backs. Each other's bodies. Truly more domestic than Dimitri (or anyone really) thought possible. And true to his word, Dimitri cleans up Felix's neck. He scrubs away the dried blood and presses a kiss over the puncture wounds. He'll dress it later, whenever they get out of the tub. Whenever that is... because he's quite comfortable as they are now.] There. Almost good as new.
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They wash each other's backs. Each other's bodies. Truly more domestic than Dimitri (or anyone really) thought possible. And true to his word, Dimitri cleans up Felix's neck. He scrubs away the dried blood and presses a kiss over the puncture wounds. He'll dress it later, whenever they get out of the tub. Whenever that is... because he's quite comfortable as they are now.] There. Almost good as new.