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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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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.

His toes curled with a low moaning whine when Nicky wrapped a hand around him, tilting his hips up into that grip with a gasping phrase in some unintelligible language. The feeling of those fingers gripping and stroking his cock and Nicky's tongue on his skin formed a beautiful counterpoint, trying to push up into both at the same time.

"Nicky," Ganymede breathed, hands sliding own to Nicky's ass to pull him close. "Keep doing it just like that..."

Half of the effort was the movement of his hand, slow and deliberate, and half of it was another roll of his hips so as to rub them together again, fingers curling and grasp re-adjusting as he did so, even as he left a sucking mark against the spot he'd just swiped his tongue across.

It was going to be a slow build on his side of things, or perhaps one of those that started slow and increased exponentially, he couldn't be sure of which until it actually happened, but he was going to enjoy himself -was currently enjoying himself- either way.

Ganymede usually greatly enjoyed being scattered with hickeys, and he certainly wasn't about to tell Nicky not to do it, but he wanted that mouth somewhere specific right now. He tipped Nicky's head up to meet him in a kiss on the up-roll of their hips, fingers curling around his nape to hold him there.

His legs spread around Nicky's, spine bending just enough to make them fit together better, though with the bruising around his rib he definitely felt the discomfort. Ganymede managed to hide the sharp inhale as one of liking the way Nicky was stroking him, one hand snaking down to tangle in his partner's, exploring on his own. Ganymede's cock was shorter than Nicky's, darker though no less stiff; he was hardly small in comparison.

He wasn't sure whether that gasp was due to his efforts or due to the injury, but as Ganymede didn't seem deterred by it at all, if anything seemed ready to keep going harder, he wasn't going to call a halt himself.

In fact he gave a shaky little inhale of his own at Ganymede's hand, smiling into the kiss a moment later as he hadn't expected the guidance, or the reciprocation, whichever it was, but it was just this side of perfect, so he wasn't going to complain, either.

"Don't stop," Ganymede managed, words gasped out and almost unexpected, breath rushing as he bucked into Nicky's hands: the arm banded around Nicky's shoulders tensed and trembled as Ganymede arched up, trying to gain more contact, always impatient and wanting.

"Don't stop, Nicky," he amended, turning his hand with the faintest touch of short, blunt nails around Nicky's cock. "I want you to fuck me. Please." If he sounded more steady this way, wrapped around a warm body, all plane and angles and delightful to hold and touch, Ganymede would take it. He knew how close he was already.

He'd claimed another, brief, kiss after that first gasped statement, and another after the amendment, though he'd returned to pressing kisses and the edges of teeth against the base of Ganymede's throat when the demand of a request came along and he made a faint sound in his throat.

It wasn't an objection, really, but a consideration, fingers having slowed in their strokes, but not stopping completely, and what he said, voice warm against Ganymede's skin was: "Pick one. Either I don't stop, or I stop so I can fetch the slick. I can't do both."

Nicky's rebuttal got a soft noise of mingled frustration and arousal, and humor: Ganymede twisted his hand and squeezed gently, curling his fingers with a slow scrape of short nails. He almost considered questioning the necesity of Nicky getting anything, but...no, neither of them was in the mood for that. The thought had his blood cooling enough for an actual response, though, and his eyes opened slowly as Ganymede let his head fall back. He was still aware, even if the lust fogging most of his brain was resulting in a very pleasant haze.

"Ngh, go then," he murmured, rolling to his side to watch the other man get up: he was gorgeous with the subtle play of musculature in his back and his legs. And where they joined. "There's some in my bag as well."

He had shuddered, half-swallowing a low sound at that next movement, but he relaxed, letting himself breathe as Ganymede relaxed as well.

He twisted easily to his feet once he was released, smiling broadly over his shoulder, "Yes, but I know where mine is." Which meant he'd be back more quickly, and he was, just squeezing a packet of some kind of luxury all-natural lubricant between his fingers to warm it a little as he returned.

He hummed, just letting his gaze sweep upwards along the line of the other man's body as he returned, one hand sliding up along the span of Ganymede's thigh to knead at his hip, to roll him over onto his back again as he asked: "Just how prepared do you like to be?" For him it always just depended on the instance, anywhere from just enough so that there wasn't any pain all the way through to enough that that first thrust was almost a relief in comparison, like a homecoming after too long away.

He had a feeling that this would be much closer to the top of that scale, given the givens.

Ganymede cocked his head at the question, momentarily surprised: it wasn't that he'd never been asked that, but the lack of assumption for the answer was rare enough. He smiled, though, rolling easily to his back aain and leaning up just far enough to catch Nicky's mouth.

"I'll take not hurting," he answere softly once they'd broken apart, though in all honesty he didn't mind a little of the burn and stretch,finding it just as pleasurable as anything else. "But you could take your time about it if you want. Or not," he appended, voice light. It spoke as many columes as his actual answer had, even as he relaxed back, flicking the long tail of his hair over his shoulder where it wouldn't be pinned beneath him.

Nicky just smiled again, slow and easy as he settled himself on his knees at the end of the bed, just making himself comfortable in the vee of Ganymede's legs, one hand sliding in a slow sweep up his thigh, nodding at the response and the follow-up, "I don't think either of us has so much patience remaining." He replied, because while he did, sometimes, like taking his time with something like this, they'd already been teasing each other for far too long as it was.

It was the work of a moment to actually get the packet open, slicking his fingers with a portion of it, keeping his other hand -still holding the packet- on Ganymede's thigh as he set to work, sliding those slicked fingertips across his entrance with a down and back slide before working a finger into him, curling it slightly to give a gentle upward tug against his rim, gauging the reaction as much as actually prepping him.

Truth be told they'd been teasing each other for days, and it had only turned physical in the last hour or so. Since the bar, definitely since Nicky had discovered that pulling on Ganymede's hair was a very fast way to turn him on.

At the touch of warm and wet fingertips Ganymede only hummed, spreading his thighs more comfortably around Nicky's waist: one fell open aainst the sheets, the other foot still planted flat to give him leverage. It kept his hips tilted both to make it easier on Nicky and to keep his ribs from pressing on anything. His side was still a stormy rainbow of colors, though fading, but as long as he didn't dwell on it Ganymede hardly felt it aching, now turned from sharp and pulsing to a meloic counterpoint. The tug at his rim got a soft hiccuping moan even as he relaxed, welcoming the intrusion. "It's good," he sighed out, stretching his head back, rocking his hips back into Nicky's hands, insistent and lovely as the sensations he got were. "Keep going."

The sound alone would have been enough of an indication that he was on the right track, but the verbal encouragement was good as well and he just nodded once, humming a soft agreement in the back of his throat, he wasn't about to stop now.

His finger curled again before he set back to work, adding a second and another smear of lubricant not long after, but even the movements of two fingers only lasted just long enough, as long as Nicky could stand, fairly sure that Ganymede's patience was even thinner than his own, and so, slicking himself over with the last of the lube, he rolled up onto his knees, one hand braced against the mattress at Ganymede's side, the other dipping to keep himself aligned as he pressed forward with a sort of inexorable steadiness, ready to stop if needed, but otherwise not going to until he had no further to go.

When Nicky pushed in Ganymede bit his lip, muscles in his biceps flexing as he adjusted. It didn't take long before he was reaching up to drag Nicky into a half-breathless kiss, humming into his mouth; his fingers left gentle scratches in their wake as they curled against Nicky's waist. He took it beautifully, back pulled into one long arch and his legs spread nearly obscenely wide.

If he'd had the patience for it, Ganymede would have encouraged Nicky to take it slow, take his time, make it last, but he settled for nodding encouragement, a dusk blush spreading to his collarbones from his cheeks. "You feel so fucking good," he breathed, grinning, "Stay there, stay deep for a minute." Ganymede could and would give just as good as he got in bed: he was no pillow queen, he liked to move far too much for that, but he was going to enjoy the stretch and slide of being slowly penetrated, especially by someone who knew what they were doing. His fingers wrapped loosely around his own cock, squeezing and jerking gently as gooseflesh broke out over his skin.

Having a partner who ran their mouth at a time like this was something familiar at least, which was why once he'd given another warm hum into the kiss, his mouth dipped to the arch of Ganymede's throat, a smile curling there for a moment before he scraped his teeth across the pulse point, not biting, not yet, but just for an edge of sensation.

It was the movement of the other man's hand that made the decision for him, and his hips gave a little forward jolt even despite the fact that they were already pressed flush, almost as if he had to prove that there wasn't anywhere further to go. He did actually set his teeth against the stretch of Ganymede's neck as he withdrew, only partway before rolling forward again, the same undeterred, steady movement. He'd work up to some kind of rhythm soon enough, but not just yet.

Those teeth set against his throat got a low shivering moan bubbling up from Ganymede's throat, breathing out a soft curse; he didn't concentrate on keeping anything in English, trusting Nicky could understand. His head lolled back with the jerk foward, baring more of him to that lovely mouth.

"God damn," he choked out, impatiently rocking his hips an trying to find a rhythm that would settle the maddening want building up. He pulled Nicky into another kiss, imperfect and a little crooked but eager as he squirmed. Settling into a rhythm would help him last longer, and he didn't want to come too soon, but it felt amazing the way Nicky was pressed into and against him skin-to-skin.

He returned that kiss, displaced as it was, just humming low in his throat as he did so, hips shifting again, the same slow withdrawal to the approximate halfway point before rolling forward again, which was the rhythm he settled into after a few more moments.

He made a quiet, almost disappointed sound as he had to draw away from the kiss to catch his breath, though kept his brow pressed to Ganymede's as he did so, hand kneading against his hip for a moment, "I've got you." It was a rough-edged murmur, seemingly just as much to reassure himself as it was to reassure Ganymede.

Ganymede's eyelids fluttered, breath stuttering as Nicky pushed back in and bottomed out; the throaty groan that escaped between his teeth said everything he couldn't find words for right then. It felt incredibly good, warm and intimate under Nicky's solid weight working him open, pressing him apart and jarring every axis with each inexorable slide back in. Ganymede curled his hand against the curve of Nicky's head, fingertips gentle in his hair but holding him close.

He didn't bother trying to make his words understandable, languages shifting and blending on his lips until Nicky hit a spot that momentarily killed all semblance of speech for one trembling moan, as if the spike of sensation had taken him by surprise. "Please, Nicky..."

His smile spread, not impish enough to be considered a Cheshire grin, but very nearly so, because that reaction, the way Ganymede turned his name into a plea after the actual plea told him all he needed to know, namely, that he now knew just where to aim.

It was only a moment before he'd settled into those same halfway-withdrawal, solid press forward thrusts, only now angling to press against and across that spot on every second or third thrust. It wasn't the kind of thing he'd be able to maintain for long, but that wasn't the point, not really. Making sure they both enjoyed themselves was, and he was most definitely enjoying himself, as the half-ragged breathing and the fact that he hadn't stopped would attest to.

Falling into Greek, assuming Nicky could understand it, meant he was doing something very good, and even if he didn't understand the language Ganymede's body language painted a hell of a picture. His head tipped back every time Nicky pressed in, lip between his teeth almost to the point of drawing blood with the effort he was trying to keep his voice quiet with. His fingers clenched in the bedclothes, toes curling as his breath stuttered.

It was too much and not enough all at once, sending prickles of warning ensation down his limbs. "Nicky--Nicky, please--too much, please..." His voice was raw, edging into melodic the way he forced the words out.

It would take more concentration than he could spare at the moment to properly translate, but it was clear that it was a good reaction and he could go with that.

He almost kept going, most definitely wanting to push Ganymede over that edge, but it could wait, he could hold out a bit longer himself, and there was no reason to rush things. Which was why that plea had him inverting his movements, withdrawing almost completely only to roll forward to that halfway point instead.

His head dipped to pepper the arch of Ganymede's throat with breathless, openmouthed kisses, unable not to at that point.

The reversal of motion and the slow tug of Nicky pulling out like the tide rolling away got a sluggish shiver crawling up Ganymede's spine, escaping with a long, low groan once it got to his mouth. He arched up, pressing his shoulders deeper into the pillow and twisting, nearly desperate to get more contact, but Nicky was in far better control of himself than Ganymede at the moment.

He both loved and hated whoever had popularized the concept of edging again, especially when it left him breathless with want and unable to get that little bit more friction that he needed to orgasm. Ganymede could content himself with tugging gently at Nicky's hair to bring that mouth up for a kiss, tilting into it and adjusting to lock his ankles behind his partner's hips, unwilling even now to just lie back and take what he was given.

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