[ aguero's never going to recover at this rate, but that's fine. he might as well embrace it, even with his still pink cheeks. ]
You don't know when to quit. But I love that about you. [ he loves everything about tatara of course, but that's one of his favorites that led them to discover something new today. he had a good time, obviously.
it's his turn to tug them forward into the shower and he instinctively turns to let the water hit him first in case it's too cold. mmn, just a little, so he wraps his arms around his boyfriend to share his still simmering warmth. ]
[ The wider grin that bursts across his face at the declaration says the same in turn, but wordless: I love you, too.
Tatara nestles into Aguero's arms, eventually snaking out his own to wrap them loosely around his waist. This isn't very conducive to getting clean, but he doesn't seem to immediately care. ]
Rate me now. [ Demanding, as always! He tilts his head to rest his chin on Aguero's shoulder, to look at him. ] You're always a ten, "super erotic," out of ten for me. Even below me.
[ even below huh? maybe it shouldn't make his heart flutter but it does--only tatara could say something like that, exactly like that, and get away with it. ]
Ten out of ten. Though I wouldn't use "super erotic", I think. [ he could not say that with with straight face. ]
Ten out of ten, you make me see stars. When I'm on the ground, or looking at them from sky above.
[ leaning back a bit to let the water hit his head, he needs it after everything, including this conversation. ]
[ There's a brief moment where Tatara doesn't say anything. The smile seems to vanish from his face when he stares up at Aguero; his eyes are wide and expression blank. It's a complete non-reaction to what he just said—
But Aguero knows, by now, that means what he's just said has touched Tatara so deeply that he doesn't know how to react. He doesn't know what to do with the way his heart beats so painfully in his chest.
He can't believe he can stand being away from him for entire days.
He buries his face into his shoulder, residual water wetting him. He holds tighter, and laughs quietly, lightly. ]
I love you too. [ of course he holds tatara closer, in a different way than before but still with love he can't control. ]
I need to see you more. [ he said as much before, but he says it again, because that desire has only gotten stronger since he said it last.
he breathes deep, steam filling his lungs as he comes to another decision. ]
Not tomorrow, or the day after that, but this weekend—let's go somewhere, just the two of us.
[ he's realizing now that a night of being selfish isn't going to be enough to fill this hole inside of him. he wants to, he needs to, spend at least a day with just his heart.
but more than that, he can tell tatara needs it too. that expression tells him that much and more. ]
[ Tatara's head quickly lifts, and the glimmer of excitement shines in them. ]
Yes! [ Enthusiastic. Of course they need it. Dreams of the oasis, a faraway city, the beach, the field come rushing back to him. Finding places to make new memories has served as the backbone for their relationship—that doesn't have to change, even if where they are now has. ] Where should we go? The zoo?
[ He still thinks Aguero is like a panther.
And now that the initial fervor has cooled, Tatara sees even more clearly that they're in no rush tonight. Maybe they'll be a bit tired tomorrow, especially if it eats into sleep time, but it's worth it, he thinks.
He leans into the hug, kisses Aguero on the cheek. But when he pulls back, Aguero will see the real reason for the hug: to grab the soap behind him. ]
Turn around. [ With a bright, gentle smile, he waves the soap in his hand. See! ] I'll scrub your back.
[ ahhh-how does tatara pluck at his heart even when he's not trying to? aguero turns around quickly, more to hide his expression (bashful, fond), remembering the first time he offered his back to him. not for a scrub or any kind of actual intimacy, but when they slept on his bed after the mess he made that one night. ]
I'll do your hair after. [ he'll do his body too, but this is where his talent and fondness really lies.
with his hands against the wall to brace himself, he refocuses with a breath on the unanswered questions. ]
How about to a reservation instead? Nature habits benefit everyone—[ like how he's at his best in the presence of tatara more than anywhere else. ] and there's a certain island with one that I want to look into.
[ It's just Tatara's hands and a bar of soap, but he still washes Aguero's back like he's the world's greatest treasure (he's Tatara's greatest treasure, and that's basically the most important thing). His strokes are long, covering shoulder to tailbone, and firm, fingertips digging into his muscle in a pseudo-massage. Tatara genuinely believes Aguero deserves the world, and that shows in every little thing he does. ]
Ooh! [ The joy and curiosity in his voice is his approval. He'll pause in his movements for a second to stand on his toes and peer over Augero's shoulder, just to try and get a peek at his face. He's never been to a reservation, but his imagination tells him it's a bigger, more natural zoo. He's down with that.
[ the care that tatara does this with is definitely appreciated, aguero even letting his eyes slide closed until he feels his presence on his shoulder. his features are shy and flushed pink even if he can project his voice with a confidence that's floating around in the bubbles somewhere.
after a beat, he does manage a small smile simply because he can't help but smile in tatara's presence. the scheming goes unnoticed for now, even if it likely wouldn't have changed his answer any. ]
It's called Bijou Island, for the coral beneath it's waves that look like jewels. The waters are plentiful with fish and the climate is favorable, though it's remote and only accessible by ship or aircraft.
[ in other words, truly a retreat in all sense of the word. ]
[ Like a tropical island, the kind he's only ever seen glossy photos of in magazines? He's been to the beach, but nothing so luxurious as a place with jewel-like coral or empty sands. His movements slow as he tries to picture himself somewhere like that, with Aguero by his side.
There's something about what he said that's much more important, though. After a moment of staring, he finally asks— ]
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You don't know when to quit. But I love that about you. [ he loves everything about tatara of course, but that's one of his favorites that led them to discover something new today. he had a good time, obviously.
it's his turn to tug them forward into the shower and he instinctively turns to let the water hit him first in case it's too cold. mmn, just a little, so he wraps his arms around his boyfriend to share his still simmering warmth. ]
Do I get a rating now, or later?
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Tatara nestles into Aguero's arms, eventually snaking out his own to wrap them loosely around his waist. This isn't very conducive to getting clean, but he doesn't seem to immediately care. ]
Rate me now. [ Demanding, as always! He tilts his head to rest his chin on Aguero's shoulder, to look at him. ] You're always a ten, "super erotic," out of ten for me. Even below me.
[ Heheh! ]
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Ten out of ten. Though I wouldn't use "super erotic", I think. [ he could not say that with with straight face. ]
Ten out of ten, you make me see stars. When I'm on the ground, or looking at them from sky above.
[ leaning back a bit to let the water hit his head, he needs it after everything, including this conversation. ]
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But Aguero knows, by now, that means what he's just said has touched Tatara so deeply that he doesn't know how to react. He doesn't know what to do with the way his heart beats so painfully in his chest.
He can't believe he can stand being away from him for entire days.
He buries his face into his shoulder, residual water wetting him. He holds tighter, and laughs quietly, lightly. ]
I love you, Aguero.
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I need to see you more. [ he said as much before, but he says it again, because that desire has only gotten stronger since he said it last.
he breathes deep, steam filling his lungs as he comes to another decision. ]
Not tomorrow, or the day after that, but this weekend—let's go somewhere, just the two of us.
[ he's realizing now that a night of being selfish isn't going to be enough to fill this hole inside of him. he wants to, he needs to, spend at least a day with just his heart.
but more than that, he can tell tatara needs it too. that expression tells him that much and more. ]
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Yes! [ Enthusiastic. Of course they need it. Dreams of the oasis, a faraway city, the beach, the field come rushing back to him. Finding places to make new memories has served as the backbone for their relationship—that doesn't have to change, even if where they are now has. ] Where should we go? The zoo?
[ He still thinks Aguero is like a panther.
And now that the initial fervor has cooled, Tatara sees even more clearly that they're in no rush tonight. Maybe they'll be a bit tired tomorrow, especially if it eats into sleep time, but it's worth it, he thinks.
He leans into the hug, kisses Aguero on the cheek. But when he pulls back, Aguero will see the real reason for the hug: to grab the soap behind him. ]
Turn around. [ With a bright, gentle smile, he waves the soap in his hand. See! ] I'll scrub your back.
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I'll do your hair after. [ he'll do his body too, but this is where his talent and fondness really lies.
with his hands against the wall to brace himself, he refocuses with a breath on the unanswered questions. ]
How about to a reservation instead? Nature habits benefit everyone—[ like how he's at his best in the presence of tatara more than anywhere else. ] and there's a certain island with one that I want to look into.
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Ooh! [ The joy and curiosity in his voice is his approval. He'll pause in his movements for a second to stand on his toes and peer over Augero's shoulder, just to try and get a peek at his face. He's never been to a reservation, but his imagination tells him it's a bigger, more natural zoo. He's down with that.
That said— ]
What island?
[ what's he scheming now, ]
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after a beat, he does manage a small smile simply because he can't help but smile in tatara's presence. the scheming goes unnoticed for now, even if it likely wouldn't have changed his answer any. ]
It's called Bijou Island, for the coral beneath it's waves that look like jewels. The waters are plentiful with fish and the climate is favorable, though it's remote and only accessible by ship or aircraft.
[ in other words, truly a retreat in all sense of the word. ]
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[ Like a tropical island, the kind he's only ever seen glossy photos of in magazines? He's been to the beach, but nothing so luxurious as a place with jewel-like coral or empty sands. His movements slow as he tries to picture himself somewhere like that, with Aguero by his side.
There's something about what he said that's much more important, though. After a moment of staring, he finally asks— ]
Are you taking me fishing?
[ Is he going to learn at last?! ]