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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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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.

He let that braid slip from his grasp as Ganymede levered himself upright again just nodding once, smile emerging again, "Noted. And I will be more careful with that in the future."

The smile spread just running one hand up the uninjured side as the shirt came off, his touch light, just enjoying the warmth of Ganymede's skin against his palm.

Ganymede laughed gently, tilting Nicky's face up for another kiss, thorough and slow as he shifted off Nicky's lap, sliding onto the bedcovers. "Come down here with me," he said, reaching out to draw him in that way anyway.

They'd manage to get rid of clothes as they went. "You don't have to be careful about it. Just...things would have come to a rather abrupt end."

"Ah." A nod, wriggling himself down to stretch out alongside Ganymede just stretching both arms over his head as he did so, fingers flexing, "So best to save it for when we're short on time, I understand."

There was amusement in his eyes again, and underlining the statement, though, because he felt it was only fair, and that it wasn't a spot Ganymede was likely to find by accident, he lifted his right arm, tapping twice against the jut of bone at the outside of his wrist with the other hand, "Here's a good one as well." Since he was fairly sure that the other had noticed both collarbone and hipbone got similar reactions.

He laughed once at that. "Anytime you'd like to see just how effectively it works," Ganymede offered, turning onto his uninjured side and drawing Nicky in close, fingertips sliding down the man's arm to that place he'd tapped to show it off. He could certainly play the arousing-the-other game, and kissed Nicky's fingertips and his palm before getting to his wrist. His lips were soft now, teeth barely scraping the skin.

"You've found most of mine, but right...here," Ganymede murmured between kisses, letting Nicky's hand fall and brushing his thumb over a spot of thin skin just between the curve of his jaw an his earlobe. "Every time."

He hummed softly, quiet and pleased at that teasing scrape of teeth, eyes dipping partway closed, legs already tangling with Ganymede's as the other rolled them both partway over, his newly released hand settling light and warm against the stretch of skin just above the curve of his hip.

The hum, while quiet, was also half curious, having to test this information he leaned in to nuzzle lightly at the indicated spot. He was still breathing slow and steady as he did so, thumb sweeping a little half-circle against Ganymede's side.

Ganymede sighed gently at Nicky getting closer and settling a hand on his hip. "Tickles," he murmured, amusement and pleasure evident in his voice as he tilted his head to give more room; the soft, thin skin was sensitive, though not as immediately apparent as pulling his hair. Still, after how close Nicky had gotten him before, it was a short journey to being aroused again. He brought his hands up to Nicky's ribs, smoothing up his skin until one rested on his nap, the other tracing delicate nonsensical patterns on his shoulder.

"But I like it. Don't stop," he added softly, shifting to pull Nicky closer to on top of him.

He just hummed warmly again, shifting the angle of his hand so that he could draw fingertips and the edges of nails along the same stretch of skin he'd just been stroking with his thumb, drawing forward first and then sliding back again so that he could leave his palm pressed flat against Ganymede's side in turn, once again just keeping track of where his edges were.

He angled his head so that he could nuzzle at the shell of Ganymede's ear even as he pressed a lingering kiss to the spot he'd been nuzzling at a moment before, utterly pleased with the way things had turned out.

The soft huff of a sigh that kiss got was far less demonstrative outwardly than tugging on his braid, but Ganymede still pressed up into Nicky, making no effort to break off the stroking and soft nuzzling. He loved the feeling of someone right there with him, a warm body manipulating his so deliciously.

The dull scrape from the edges of his nails got a quiet whine and goosebumps shivering over Ganymede's skin, knees parting to better wrap himself around Nicky.

Usually it was Joe making him squirm like that, though sometimes the other way around, which was part of why Nicky was enjoying himself with the entire process.

He shifted his weight just a little, so that he could actually support himself on one arm while the other started a slow, full-handed sweep up Ganymede's side, head turning just a little so that he could press a kiss to the hollow behind the other man's ear, and then a slow line of them along the arch of his throat.

It was a slower burn this time, but no less hot; he arches and squirms uner Nicky, breath beginning to come faster with the kisses to his throat and that soft spot behind his earlobe that makes his eyelids flutter.

He hummed out a soft sound and curled his fingers in Nicky's hair, wordless but entirely clear in intent: stop teasing.

A warm laugh simmered out of him at that, and he gave a barely-there nod, laving his tongue across the pulse point thumping away at the base of Ganymede's neck, drawing his hand back down the other's side again as he shifted his own weight once more, just enough to get that hand between them.

The warm laugh dissolved into an equally warm, utterly pleased hum as he curled nimble fingers around both their cocks, hips shifting just a little to line them up to make it easier for him to do so.

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