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The Personal Hygiene Shipping Meme

Personal hygiene is just that - personal. By the time we've come to a point in our lives where we notice that the concept exists and we should be prudent about it, we can take care of ourselves. There are also many practical reasons why we don't involve other people in this process. We're not too keen on showing off parts to be cleaned that are private in most contexts, and there's definitely an ingrained aversion to showing so much soft, fleshy skin. Hot water or a sharp razor could spell dangerous with a capital D should they come into the hands of someone with a vendetta against you. No need to be extra vulnerable.

So, if you're involving another person in your cleansing routines, it must be someone you trust. Not only that, but it's most likely someone you're comfortable with and likely at least somewhat open to being intimate with. You may not be dropping all your clothing in front of them, but it's still you opening yourself up to touching and closeness unparalleled in more "usual" moments.

Established and burgeoning couples (or not-so-couples) can bond through this showing of care and good faith. Will you like being pampered and find the attention endearing? Or will things go terribly, terribly wrong?

...you never should have let them near that shaving cream.

Comment with your character and preferences.
Smut is not required. Mention if you want/don't want it.
Reply to others and use the RNG.

Comfort: You've decided to pitch in a helping hand to get your partner to unwind, and warm water or suds may do the trick.
Romantic: The sole purpose of this endeavor is to set a lovey-dovey mood. No shame here!
It Started Out Platonic...: What a good pal you are, volunteering to give your friend a good scrub. Of course, you didn't count on the cute way she squirms as you scrub her back or how he blushes when you shampoo his scalp.
No Choice: Currently, you're unable to clean yourself up. That means that you need assistance, and it might as well be the person you lov- tolerate the most.
Open: You have trust issues. Actually, you have backlogs of trust issues. Still, you want to show the person you love that you're willing and trying to change for them, and what better way than letting down your walls and having the assist in your grooming?
Shave: Whether it's your face, your legs, or...your other places you've decided to shave, there's a certain intimacy involved in letting your lover do it for you. Let's hope they won't leave you looking like you got into a battle with a book with the paper cuts to prove it.
Reluctant: They want to get you clean. You don't want to show off your body at all. It's injured, it looks weird, what if they don't like it...
Forced: You love them, you really do, but you won't kiss them if they continue to look like an unwashed hobo clown. You have to draw the line somewhere, and if they won't take action, you will.
Beat Up: You've been trampled in a fight. Your partner isn't about to let you wallow around in your own mud and blood.
Hair: Some find that there's nothing quite as soothing as getting their hair washed or brushed. Of course, those with more luxurious locks may find any hair care a burden, so the assistance is appreciated.
Make Up: They think you're beautiful already. See how they'll paint you up when they get the chance.
Unique: If you're not human, you probably have your own proceeders you have to do to keep all spiffied up. There are wings with stray feathers to pluck, horns on heads to polish, scales to shave down, all sorts of tasks! Introduce your ignorant (and most likely human) boyfriend or girlfriend to your world...and your pain.
Accommodations: Those with disabilities or prosthetics may also have their own routines, and anyone who wants to be with them should learn how to pitch in.
Sponge Bath: You don't have enough water to do this right or you just want to give them a nice rub and scrub with a gentle sponge or wash cloth.
Wound Care: In order for wounds to heal, proper care must be taken. Bandages have to be changed and cuts cleaned out. It's certainly easier when you don't have to do it all by yourself.
Together: You're both cleaning up, taking a bath, splish splash, in the same tub because there's no where else to go. This is the most likely smut option, even if, again, it starts off "platonic."
Clothing: Don't forget that clean clothes are an important part of personal hygiene. Always make sure your partner has a nice, fresh outfit, even if it's to your taste and not theirs.
I've Made a Terrible Mistake: Somehow, everything's now shit. This little experiment went haywire and you may be sporting anything from the worst hairdo of your life to a Columbian necktie.
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[ Since Jack's nice (and smart) enough to pull back a little, Rhys manages to not puke on his dick, and take a few deep breaths through his nose. Gets a moment to sort of pull himself together, at least a little.

And then he pulls his hand back from Jack's hips to give him a thumbs up, at the same time as he runs his tongue along the underside of Jack's cock.

All good. ]

[See? Even a novice can figure this out. Jack nodded at the thumb's up, dropping one of his hands to comb through the man's coiffed hair. A good boy if you will, that moment of encouragement, before he pulled his arm back up, rested it behind his head, and let Rhys go to town.

Little tongue trick? Not so bad.]

You sure this is your first rodeo, Rhysie? Because this isn't as bad as most newbies.

[He had a few notches in his metaphorical headboard.]

[ What, is this some kind of move you learn at advanced courses? He just knows that he likes a good tongue on his dick, so he figured Jack would too. Which he clearly does, if the ... compliment? Is anything to go by.

Maybe Rhys has been passive for long enough. This isn't as bad as he feared, so after a moment's hesitation, he leans forward to take Jack's cock further into his mouth. As far as he dares, without risking actually puking on him. Definitely doesn't want to know what would happen if he did that. He's sure there are people who would happily and literally choke on this cock, but Rhys would rather not try it. As soon as he doesn't dare go further, he pulls back a little again. ]

See, now that's what I was hoping for.

[A participant, not just a backseat passenger. Put forth some effort. Want it. Like it. Relish it and him and damn, that made his hips buck forward an inch before he caught himself because he knew getting a puke-dick wasn't completely out of the realm yet.

Jack looked down, and from this vantage point, he felt even more like a friggin' king: beautiful tub, that water rolling, and that worshipping head moving back and forth. He could feel the pressure building inside his bones and it wouldn't be long, but whether it was from his Rhys' skill (?) or the perfection of his own wealth and power and station in life, well...

...he knew which one it was. That was all that was important.]

You better d-decide that spit-swallow question quick, Rhysie...

[ Oh, Rhys will relish him, alright. Whenever he gets the chance and, well, the guts. Which he kind of has right now, enough to do another couple of tongue tricks and let his fingers trace the small of Jack's back.

He's basically already made up his mind about the whole spit-swallow thing but, hey, he's surprised himself a couple of times today already, so you never know. He's a firm believer in trying things out and seeing where life takes you. Kind of. He likes to think he's pretty open-minded, anyway.

Plus, that stutter was kind of nice, just the slightest crack in Jack's otherwise flawless composure. So why slow down now?

Buuut maybe he'll keep Jack's cock a little bit further away from the back of his throat. Just in case. ]

[Everyone liked to think they were open-minded; no one went around waving a flag that proudly declared them Closed Off and That's It. But very few actually were interested in trying new things, while Rhys was already proving that on some level he was. After all, he hadn't said no yet. That had to be a decent check mark in his box.

And the tracing of Jack's small back was another one.

The end was close; he could practically taste the electricity on the top of his skin, the building want and need that was curled in his stomach like a serpent. He kept his hands on the back of his own head, folded and proud like this was some Power Move he had heard somewhere on a ECHO Cast once, before he was a CEO. And as Rhys pulled away--

--Jack moved forward and came. The low growl from his throat was all the evidence he needed, but his closed eyes and tipped back head helped solidify the sentiment...if the come splashing inside that warm mouth didn't.]

Oh, yeah, baby, that's g-good, so g-good. Dr-drink it, Rh-Rhysie. Make me proud.

[ Way to make him almost choke again! And, really, his plan absolutely had been to just spit it all out in the end, but Jack's cock is a lot further in than he wanted it and that come is hitting the back of his throat and he just needs it out of the way, so, reluctantly, he ends up swallowing it. It sends a shiver through his whole body that is not from any kind of pleasure, and then he pulls back, coughing and sputtering.

Not graceful, probably not anything to be "proud" of, but he wants this taste out of his mouth. If only spitting would actually do that, that'd be great, but here they are and that's not happening. ]

There we go. There we fucking go. I knew you would m-make the right choice, baby.

[Sure, it might have been condescending, probably even patronizing, but Jack...well, he didn't care. His hands dropped down, stroking the underling's hair, running his fingers against his scalp, and see? There were rewards for doing a good job. With everything.

Hips pulled back, pulling himself from the heat of that mouth and into the cool air once again. Go ahead and catch your breath, Rhysie, while Jack sinks back into the water and dips down until it's up to his chin with a lazy smile crossing his lips. This was the life.]

Mmm, good boy. And that's how you earn promotions.

[ Yeah, thanks, that's exactly what he'll do. Breath is great. ]

Do you ... have to call me "kid" when I have your dick in my mouth?

[ Kinda weird. ]

It's not like I'm making you call me "Daddy".

You know, yet.

[God, Rhys, so many hang ups. Seriously, just be grateful for this grand opportunity to expand your resume like a champ. He smiled lazily, one arm resting on the back of the tub as he relaxed. This really was the life, all the dreams and hard work moving into one physical reality. Legs stretched out, foot finding the other's dick under the water and rubbing it once.]

Keep it up and I won't finish this.

[ Okay, so it's not that he'd forgotten about his own boner or anything - in fact, he's been very aware of it was getting worried Jack had forgotten - but that foot rubbing over it really reminds him of its existence. He takes a sharp breath, and shifts his position to try and get more comfortable.

Bites back some snarky comment about how he was wondering if Jack was going to get back to it, and opts to keep his mouth shut.

Daddy, though? Really? ]

[That was probably the smartest route considering the close of proximity of foot to precious body parts. At best case scenario, he would have stopped. At worst...

Well, it was Jack. It didn't take much to guess what he would have done.

The sole of his foot ran up the length and he loved the breath, loved him moving, loved watching him squirm. It was amusing, a puppet on a string, and while he was fine doing some of the work, shouldn't have be something that was earned? Worked up to? There should be a ninety day evaluation period with any new promotion.

Hmm.]

Tell me, pumpkin: how does it feel when you - [and he made two quick jerk-off motions with his hand] - with that robot arm? You've tried it, right?

[ Yeah, let's just not tempt Jack's worst. ]

Uhm.

[ He clears his throat. ]

It's ... kinda cold? And, not gonna lie, kinda worried I'll accidentally squeeze too hard, so I've decided to just not.

[It was probably for the best.

But hey, Rhys, you're doing good at the moment. That wonderful admittance earned himself a laugh. Because really? You're worried about your robot hand squeezing too hard and what? Popping that dick? Oh, that's... that's too good.]

Let's say you decide to just...do. I want to see what something like that can do, and where the fine motor skills are at.

[And to see what something like that could while not risking his own person. There were things in place, items being built, and this? This was great research.]

[ Uhhhhhh.

Wait. ]

You want to watch my cybernetic arm while I jerk myself off with it?

[ Just to clarify. ]

Whoever said you weren't totally perceptive was a liar.

[He smirked as he leaned back, sinking down into the water.]

Yep.

[ He frowns, puzzled, wondering for a moment if there is someone who's said he's not perceptive. But he doubts he's ever really interacted with anyone who would actually talk to Jack so, uh, probably not.

Probably just a figure of speech.

And he's getting distracted.

He swallows thickly, and dips his right hand below the water. Tries not to think too much about the whole Jack watching him thing as he wraps his fingers around his cock, squeezes a little just to test his limits, and then slowly starts stroking himself.

It's really difficult to know if his face is hot because the bath is hot or because he's kind of. Embarrassed. Or maybe it's just wishful thinking that it's the bath. ]

[There was that hesitation, and Jack could practically see the math hovering in front of Rhys' head as he tried to determine who said that about him. Cute.

Look, it was common knowledge that competition and division brought out the best in people. When they trusted one another, that's when they started to get lazy and form alliances. That's when usurping happened, the balance shift.

He watched Rhys dip that hand under the water, watched the fingers curled around him, watched the joints move in his elbow. He imagined tweaking it a little better, figuring out how to do a better fine motor skill control, and having him do this again. Mismatched eyes followed the line of the arm over his shoulder, up his neck, to that red face, and reached out to nudge Rhys' balls with his toe.]

I showed you my O face, pumpkin. It's time you show me yours.

[ Out of all the ways he'd imagined this going, Jack making him jerk off while he watched wasn't on that list. It's kind of disappointing, but at the same time weirdly ... hot? Like the fascination Jack seems to have with his arm, which he isn't entirely sure what to think of yet. A part of him thinks it should be cause for some concern, but also, if Jack wants to tweak it he'd kind of like to know what he'd do with it.

There's a slight urge in him to look away when Jack looks up at him, but if he'll be doing the work himself, he'll want to get something out of it. Meeting Jack's eyes now and then will just have to do it. He'd be lying if he said they didn't get him going.

His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, squeezing a little tighter, stroking a little faster. It surprises him how close he still is, that choking on Jack's cock and having the taste of his cum still lingering in his mouth didn't ruin his arousal completely. Is he really that pathetic? Damn.

His other arm stretches out, hand gripping onto the edge of the bathtub, and he takes his next breath between gritted teeth. The next moment has him squeezing his eyes shut, his head falling back and lips parting to give way for a moan.

The water is now effectively worse for actually getting clean. ]

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