[ Thankfully for Bren, Essek was well versed in making quick and precise decisions. So when he spoke next, his voice was no-nonsense and brooked absolutely no way for Bren to come in and demure; while Trent gave orders, he usually was fairly smarmy about it, attempting to love bomb someone or convince them through tone that it would be such a good idea.
No, Essek was not like that at all. Perhaps he could cajole at a later date if circumstances led to such, but for now he surveyed the razor and then back at Bren with a discerning look. ]
I will teach you how to use one then, when you get out of the bath.
[ He had never used one but.. and there came the heart-wrenching thought, of Caleb settled between his legs as he sat on the counter, that bread lathered as he carefully ran the knife against skin-- so careful so as to not knick his husband. Until the end when Caleb's hand caught his and disturbed it ever so slightly until a blossom of red against jawline. His husband had meant for that to happen and then his lips closed over it and he felt the soft tang of blood mingled with soap which still tasted like ambrosia to him. ]
Is there any other assistance you require with bathing, Bren? As you can see, I am rather proficient in baths, yes.
[ He coupled that with a wry smile that only twitched at the corner of his lips, the hint of an incisor and perhaps a promise of at the very least, maybe understanding between the two of them ]
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Date: 2023-03-13 02:40 pm (UTC)No, Essek was not like that at all. Perhaps he could cajole at a later date if circumstances led to such, but for now he surveyed the razor and then back at Bren with a discerning look. ]
I will teach you how to use one then, when you get out of the bath.
[ He had never used one but.. and there came the heart-wrenching thought, of Caleb settled between his legs as he sat on the counter, that bread lathered as he carefully ran the knife against skin-- so careful so as to not knick his husband. Until the end when Caleb's hand caught his and disturbed it ever so slightly until a blossom of red against jawline. His husband had meant for that to happen and then his lips closed over it and he felt the soft tang of blood mingled with soap which still tasted like ambrosia to him. ]
Is there any other assistance you require with bathing, Bren? As you can see, I am rather proficient in baths, yes.
[ He coupled that with a wry smile that only twitched at the corner of his lips, the hint of an incisor and perhaps a promise of at the very least, maybe understanding between the two of them ]