I’m sorry Papa for being naughty~
@ask-ifrit-ghoul
Blessed be for your sins, dear ghoul, would you like to share why have you been naughty this time?
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Mushy May Day 1 - Bathtime
wc: 402 words
Omega can’t help but purr. Oh, how he’s missed this.
His Papa has been so busy as of late. Running around trying to get an impossible amount of things done, some things that weren’t even his responsibility. Perfectionism is an ugly thing, and Omega wishes Terzo would be rid of it. He’s already perfect in Omega’s eyes. But now, finally, they have a night together. Undisturbed peace.
Terzo sighs as he leans back against his ghoul in the warmth of the bath. It’s the perfect temperature, hot enough to soothe the ache in his muscles but not enough to scald. There are pink bubbles filling the tub and Terzo can’t remember the last time he felt so at ease.
Omega’s hands are calloused but gentle, sharp claws glamoured away as he gently drags his fingers along Terzo’s scalp, working in lemon-scented shampoo. He chuckles as Terzo makes a satisfied little sound, sinking further down into the water and relaxing completely.
“Don’t drown yourself,” he says, voice low and rumbling through the large room. Terzo’s eyes flutter open as he looks up, crinkling with a smile as he takes in his ghoul. Omega is able to relax fully here too; his claustrophobic human form vanished, fangs and tail and horns allowed to appear.
“After the week I’ve had, it’s tempting,” Terzo says quietly, shutting his eyes again and letting himself drift slightly in the huge tub. Omega tsks and keeps a gentle hold of Terzo’s shoulders, admiring his beauty as the man floats. It really is a shame he has to hide behind all of that makeup. A shame that Terzo struggles to see that natural beauty for himself.
“I think our bed is a far nicer temptation,” the ghoul rumbles, tilting Terzo’s head back slightly to rinse the shampoo. Terzo only hums as Omega starts to work in the conditioner. He’s always so careful, scared Terzo might shatter under his hands if he’s not gentle. He seems especially close to shattering now. The clergy is running him off his feet, demands increasing by the day. Omega wishes he could take it all away, all the stress and decision-making and pressure. But he can’t. He’s bound by too many rules, and knows the consequences if they’re broken. So he’ll make do with this, these quiet moments he can steal. Purring like a housecat as he washes the hair of the human he loves.
@forlorn-crows
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