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Let's braid each other's hair

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.
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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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"Mmm, I do," he decided, as if it were perfectly mundane, that decision. Ganymede settled his knees on either side of Nicky's hips to give them a pivot point and let Nicky control their descent, rocking back against his friend's thighs before supplanting his knuckles at the man's lips with his own. The kisses were slow and lingering and not chaste at all; he let the tip of his tongue drag up Nicky's bottom lip for a moment, encouraging him to reciprocate.

There was an ebb and a flow to kissing that Nicky was apparently good at finding and rolling with. Because there was no reason at all to keep the kisses chaste when they both knew where this was going.

One hand remained at Ganymede's hip, thumb tracing an easy back and forth half-circle, partly just as a reminder of where their angles and edges were. The other hand slipped up along the other man's nape, working carefully under his hair to scratch at his scalp, keeping him close.

Not that Ganymede had shown any indication of attempting to get away at all. He made a quiet, pleased little sound at the nip, returning it the moment the other man hesitated, guessing that was what he was after.

Ganymede hummed into Nicky's mouth as he pushed fingers against his scalp, spine arching and rolling with a shiver. He liked this part of foreplay, the quiet only broken by the sounds of their breaths and lips meeting and parting, skin rubbing and the linens on the bed wrinkling under their weight.

He slid a hand under Nicky's neck, partly to rub gently where he'd gotten that lovely noise from earlier, and partly to keep him right where he was when Ganymede shifted to kiss down his jaw and his neck. "The soap tastes good on you," he murmured quietly, mouth only a milimeter or two off his skin. He really should try more spots, give more data points for a fuller conclusion.

Science is such a good motivator.

If he'd said as much, Nicky might have bristled, or he might have said it was only proper science if he was taking notes. It was one of those things that could go either way.

He hadn't said it aloud however, and so instead Nicky just made a soft sound, a low-pleased murmur and a faint intake of breath at that hand on his nape, eyes gone hooded and taking moment to actually process what Ganymede had said, his own voice low as he answered with: "Good soap helps." Though there was every chance it wasn't actually as clear a statement as he'd intended it to be.

Hearing those little sounds and slurred words made Ganymede smile, coming back for a proper kiss with a soft reply of his own, studying Nicky's face like this. "My compliments to the miller," he chuckled, making way own the center of Nicky's chest. His fingertips stroked over the broad sweep of ribs, curling around his waist as Ganymede set his teeth into skin, biting unbearably gently.

He licked and kissed to soothe all the little scattered spots as he went; the curve of Nicky's neck, the edge of his collarbone, the terribly inviting dip of his navel. He had a damn good mouth, even among the practiced, and the immortal.

Nicky wasn't particularly vocal at times like these, or, rather, wasn't especially verbal, his vocabulary went right out the window, but he still made a myriad of pleased little sounds, most of them soft enough that they were best described as 'half-swallowed'.

He'd simply gotten used to needing to be quiet during his trysts and hadn't ever been able to shake the habit. He was undeniably enjoying himself, however, as the hand still in Ganymede's hair would indicate, fingers twitching, pressing the edges of nails against his scalp whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot. The teeth against the line of his collarbone got much the same reaction that the hand at his nape had, a quick, short little intake of breath and a low-pleased hum a moment later.

The noise, soft as it was, made Ganymede smile, humming as he curled his fingers around Nicky's waist, tugging one side of the lounge pants down far enough to expose the crest of a hipbone, moving his mouth there. He bit down just enough to leave a little temporary dent in Nicky's skin, shifting to kisses aiming to raise a hickey.

"You can be loud," he chuckled. "I like hearing it."

His laugh, while breathless, was warm, and he scratched lightly at Ganymede's scalp again in retaliation for the bite, though it seemed he'd inadvertently -or on purpose- found another one of the spots that Made Nicky's breath catch and his eyes go unfocused for a moment.

His voice, when he managed to dislodge it again, was equally low and warm and already rough-edged, "I can try. For you."

Oh, he liked that sound, the laugh an Nicky's voice. Ganymede liked it quite a lot. He chuckled, kissing the spot lightly and rubbing his thumb over it. He liked the way Nicky tugged at his hair, too, getting a soft groan from the back of his throat.

"Mmm, I'll help you find your voice. Hopefully," he murmurs, shifting to sit up enough to help tug the loose lounge pants off. "Do you trust me?"

He couldn't help but laugh softly again at the vow, low and pleased, and while the question didn't catch him by surprise, really, his brows both lifted as he ran his fingers over Ganymede's hair again, tracing the edge of the braid against the back of his skull before sliding the backs of his fingers along the shell of his ear and down the line of his jaw, "I've trusted you this far, haven't I?"

It was easier to actually form complete clear sentences when even the indirect contact was off for the moment, "But yes, I do."

Ganymede smiled as he looked up, tilting his head to follow Nicky's fingertips, shudering when he slid them along the bac of his skull. "Good," he said simply, tugging the band of Nicky's trousers down and tipping his head to kiss down from his navel to the crease of his hip and thigh, palm smoothing over his skin.

Actually sucking his cock was a slower affair, and Ganymede took his time with it, gently licking and stroking him with a soft hum.

Taking his time with it was probably the best way to get him to make a noise that he didn't immediately try to quiet, though it would still be a while yet even despite the fact that he was definitely enjoying himself, half hard and rising rapidly.

His cock was as lean and sturdy as the rest of him, proportionate and definitely a grower rather than a show-er. It was reflex to catch hold of the top of the braid at the back of Ganymede's neck, not any attempt to control his movements as just to get a better idea of how he was going to move next.

Ganymede hummed low in his throat, smiling as he settled on his belly, arms folded under them to position himself properly. His eyes closed as he swallowed him deeper, nudging the man's thigh's apart to give him more room; Ganymede breathed deep and steady until the end of his nose brushed skin, leaving him glancing up at Nicky's face as he pulled back. He was undeniably skilled with using his mouth, the gentle wet sounds interrupted by a surprised noise when Nicky took a firmer hold of the braid he'd put in.

Not that Ganymede would have minded had he intended to use it for direction, either, but right now he was enjoying getting to explore another body. "You're beautiful."

When Nicky replied it was in Arabic, not his native language by a long shot, but the one that he most often returned to during lovemaking, and it was a testament to Ganymede's skill that he was using anything other than English, as it meant this had already been upgraded from just sex to pass the time, and what he had to say, voice gone rough again was: "You make me so."

This was followed by another tug at the braid in his hand and a breathless: "Up. Let me kiss you again."

The tug got Nicky a breathless gasping exclamation as Ganymede's body jerked, settling into a sigh as he slowly crawled up the length of the man laid out under him. He didn't disrobe himself just yet, not yet making the assumption that the sex would go anywhere beyond an enjoyable blow; it often didn't.

"Mm, happily," Ganymede replied in kind to the demand for more kisses, a soft smile playing around the edges of his mouth as he tipped Nicky's chin up to meet him. "You're gorgeous on your own, you hardly need any help if I could give it."

The hand that wasn't tangled in Ganymede's hair, the one that until moments before had been curled in the blanket beneath him lifted to slide around under the other's shirt to settle at the small of Ganymede's back, fingers warm against his skin and just humming contentedly.

It was in response to the statement and the easy compliance as much as anything else, including the sensation of his cock now pinned between them, a feeling that he certainly didn't mind, nor would he object to any time soon.

He rocked his hips back against Nicky's thighs and hand at his back, finding the warmth comforting and soothing; it didn't stop the kisses, strung together one after the other. They were tinted a little more desperate than the patient ones from before, with Ganymede's pulse beginning to kick in his chest.

He murmured something in Turkish, nigh inaudible the way his mouth was still pressed to Nicky's, but his body could talk for him, slotting comfortably against the man's chest until there was no room between them, Ganymede's hands molded around Nicky's ribs as if to keep them from separating even as shivers crawled up his spine.

That was much better, that was something he could work with and he once again returned the kisses in kind, the lingering patience from before was gone, replaced with a near-desperate kind of hunger, wanting, needing more, but not about to let Ganymede up to get it just yet.

He could feel his own pulse thumping heavily in his joints, under his tongue, even behind his eyes in the best sort of way. The hand at the small of Ganymede's back slid down over the curve of his ass to hold there instead even as the one in his hair gripped just that much more tightly, applying another sharper tug of pressure on top of the steady pull already present. He'd noted the reaction earlier and wanted to see if he'd get the same again.

The sigh-turned-groan at the slide of Nicky's hand down to his ass ratcheted up into a throaty cry as Ganymede hissed out a curse, head pulling back as he bucked, muscles shuddering and contorting his back. He would always, always be frightfully easy to wind up; caught at the tail end of puberty, his body was always quick to react to this, much to his own embarassment about it.

"Fuck, yes," he murmured, hands curling tightly against Nicky's skin. "Do that again."

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That was a much more volatile reaction than he'd been expecting, but it was marvelous all the same, as it allowed him to latch onto the arch of Ganymede's throat, taking a moment to find the pulse point thudding away at the base and just setting his teeth against it, not biting down, but holding on, the hand at his ass grasping just a little more securely, as if to keep him from writhing away completely as he readjusted his hold on the other's hair once more.

He wrapped the braid around the middle of his palm, keeping that same steady tension again though a little better controlled, and after a swipe of his tongue across the pulse point pinned between his teeth, he gave the braid a quick two-beat tug, managing to catch his own breath, barely, as he settled into that steady rhythm, a tug-tug for one pulse-beat and a relaxation of that hold for the next, letting the sensation build.

He only let out a quiet noise from behind where he'd bitten his lip; Ganymede had curled one hand in the soft blanket, clenched tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. He desperately didn't want to come apart that easily.

For each tug Nicky gave to his hair he stifled a sort of backwards gasp, the air being pushed out by his fluttering diaphragm, eyes securely shut behind quivering lashes.

He quite enjoyed that sound, the tension already thrumming through Ganymede's body, and it was only a few moments before the rhythmic tug at the braid in his hand had settled into the beat of his speeding pulse without the beat rest between, curious and half-eager to see the response.

He did release his tooth-hold of the other's throat, tongue sweeping across the mark he'd left and still mindful of the bruised ribs, though they didn't seem to be causing much of a problem at the moment.

A Nicky increased his pace, Ganymede abruptly shivered all over with a soft of strangled gasp, trying to form words. "Please," he managed, musculature tight and trembling on the brink. "Not so fast."

The bruised rib still did hurt, and it would for a day or two longer, most likely, but it didn't dim the pleasure from everything else. Ganymede had long known he was a masochist, and pain in counterpoint to pleasure was a heady mix for anyone. "Please, Nicky," hebreathed, feathering his fingertips over Nicky's cheek, held in tight, still thrall.

He relaxed the tension -though didn't completely release his hold- almost instantly at the plea, lifting his head just far enough that his lips didn't brush Ganymede's skin as he spoke, "Too much."

It was almost a question and certainly an observation a the same time, because it hadn't taken him long to realize that's what was going on. The hand on the other man's ass slid up to run his fingers along the waist of his pants, laughing softly as he realized his own were just pushed down around his thighs and not completely off yet, "I think we may have skipped a step."

It took a moment to relax when he stopped, even though Ganymede sighed and bent forward to hold himself up against Nicky's shoulders. "You found an easy mark a little early," he murmured, shifting up in the man's lap a little shakily while he peeled off his shirt; he could help Nicky pull his clothes off.

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