[Luckily it doesn't take nearly so long for him to find the bathroom this time, having learned the route earlier, and he's back within minutes, holding onto a damp cloth]
[Clicks the door shut behind him once he reenters and makes his way back to the bed, kneeling up on it. His hair looks damp again as well, there's a good chance he dunked under the water himself to rinse off again]
Shall I bathe you, my lord?
[He's grinning as he speaks, teasing, but obviously trying to play the part, lowering his eyes to the bed]
[It's fortunate that one of them has a sense of direction.
The click of the door makes his eyes open again, though he heard Spain's footfalls outside even before that. He eyes Spain from his sprawled out position on the bed, a mischievous glint in his eye to match his husband's.]
Hmph. You shall.
[He makes no effort to get up, simply beckoning instead.]
[That may have been a second motive to get it himself]
[Nods his head quietly, for all appearances dutifully following instructions, though perhaps he can't keep the appreciative hum from his voice as he begins trailing the cloth over Austria's chest, moving down to his stomach. He's not usually very fond of being known as the consort, but, well, it was he that married into the house, and sometimes he can have fun with such a title]
[His hands are gentle, but hardly innocent, accidentally slipping from the cloth now and again to touch his husband's skin directly]
[The sudden coolness of the damp cloth makes his stomach tense for a moment, but he settles down again soon, watching Spain's hands at work. Austria's delight at having such an attentive consort is barely disguised, speaking volumes about his more private tastes.
He reaches out to play with the damp strands of Spain's hair, gently untangling them again.]
You said earlier that you thought of me in many ways...
[Continues the gentle wiping, moving across Austria's hips and down his thighs, cleaning away any remaining mess as the cloth slowly regains heat from the warmth of Austria's skin]
And so I have.
[He leans in to the fingers in his hair, equally pleased to be on the receiving end of such attention]
It appears fortune was in my favor, having been able to see many of those thoughts played out this night. Are you curious where my thoughts have tread?
[Fortune hasn't been with him nearly so much these last few years as those preceding it, though he would agree that divine providence is on his side and fortune is sure to return]
It has brought us together once again, I believe you must be right...
[A very thorough servant, he'll be sure to run that cloth back up Austria's thighs and over his spent arousal, swiping across the softened head and grinning the most innocent grin he can muster all the while]
You hardly keep my mind in check, my love. Quite the opposite, truth be told, though you do give it an outlet.
Hm, at long last it has, yes. I'm not at all sure about these long trips of yours...
[He lets out a small 'oh' as Spain cleans such a delicate area- how diligent of him- then clucks his tongue disapprovingly, stroking his lover's cheek.]
They clearly lead you astray. If I figure so prominently in your filthy little daydreams, at least satisfy my curiosity.
[He's not even attempting to hide his self-satisfied smile anymore.]
[Closes his eyes for the moment, turning his head to place a soft kiss on Austria's palm. This is a double edged sword for them both- as much as he would like a chance to relax and enjoy life with his husband, with ever ongoing battles and new colonies that need to be taught properly, there is no choice for him]
[Returns the smile, finally dropping the cloth on the side of the bed and scooting himself up alongside his husband, pressing close and sharing his natural body heat, leaning his head in closer so he can almost whisper. Even he has some sense of modesty]
But would you allow me to experience these filthy little daydreams? What if I wanted you outside in the open, where anyone could walk past?
[He knows; it's an old argument, and one he can never win, no matter how many times he brings it up. After all, Spain's exploits are partly for his benefit.
His arms wind around Spain's neck as he turns to lean into his hold, though he reddens slightly when he hears his husband's suggestion.]
You really are shameless. I hope you don't intend to seduce me the next time we take a walk together.
[Or rather, he hopes that's exactly what Spain intends.]
I suppose we will need to find out, during our next walk.
[Gentle kisses make their way up his husband's arms, looped around his neck, until he's close enough to move them to Austria's lips, insistent and passionate as always, but not demanding to be pushed farther than relatively chaste]
If you would prefer to switch, I would not mind you having me on our dinner table... You could send the servants out of the room and I'm sure we would not be disturbed.
[Seeing Austria's face redden is one of the highlights of his day during the times they can be together, and he's quite enjoying the chance to speak his desires like this. If Austria were really so scandalized as he's pretending he's sure this wouldn't be the reaction]
[He kisses back a little less precisely than intended, lips parted as he contemplates the scenes Spain is putting in his head; his hands find muscular shoulders, caressing them mindlessly.]
I'm...always prepared to take turns, after all...
[His thoughts wander to that exact table, and he's suddenly sure he won't be able to view it the same way anymore.]
You seem determined to have us risk public scandal...
[Hums quietly, pleased at the sort of massage, even if it isn't exactly intended, using his legs to pull the comforter which had been pushed to the end of the bed back up until he can reach with his hands to bring it up over their shoulders]
Perhaps I want to remind everyone of what they cannot have.
[He likes showing off his husband, being able to say that they are married, and he is very possessive of what he considers his]
[But it sends a thrill up his spine, breath catching in his throat for just a moment; the thought that Spain regards him highly enough to be worth showing off, well...
He curls up against his husband as he's covered by blankets, silent as he thinks about the question.]
I think about you all the time. But I mostly think of our bed.
[And all the things they can do in it. For him it's more about the acts than the setting.]
[This is the most comfortable he's been in months- finally a real bed, warm blankets, and his husband to complete the picture]
[Nuzzles his face into Austria's hair, grinning. He hadn't expected much of an answer, even that more than he anticipated, and hearing out loud that Austria has been thinking of him as well brings a bit of a flush to his own cheeks]
I see... and what would you have me do, in this bed of ours?
[He might struggle to fully enjoy the bed, since Austria's attached himself for the night.
Stroking the hair at the nape of Spain's neck, Austria hides his own red face in his husband's chest, though he isn't embarrassed enough to stop speaking yet.]
Stay in it all day with me. Until we're exhausted. And-
[Clicks the door shut behind him once he reenters and makes his way back to the bed, kneeling up on it. His hair looks damp again as well, there's a good chance he dunked under the water himself to rinse off again]
Shall I bathe you, my lord?
[He's grinning as he speaks, teasing, but obviously trying to play the part, lowering his eyes to the bed]
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The click of the door makes his eyes open again, though he heard Spain's footfalls outside even before that. He eyes Spain from his sprawled out position on the bed, a mischievous glint in his eye to match his husband's.]
Hmph. You shall.
[He makes no effort to get up, simply beckoning instead.]
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[Nods his head quietly, for all appearances dutifully following instructions, though perhaps he can't keep the appreciative hum from his voice as he begins trailing the cloth over Austria's chest, moving down to his stomach. He's not usually very fond of being known as the consort, but, well, it was he that married into the house, and sometimes he can have fun with such a title]
[His hands are gentle, but hardly innocent, accidentally slipping from the cloth now and again to touch his husband's skin directly]
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He reaches out to play with the damp strands of Spain's hair, gently untangling them again.]
You said earlier that you thought of me in many ways...
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And so I have.
[He leans in to the fingers in his hair, equally pleased to be on the receiving end of such attention]
It appears fortune was in my favor, having been able to see many of those thoughts played out this night. Are you curious where my thoughts have tread?
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[At least according to him it is. He suppresses a chuckle as the cloth travels over his thighs, brushing hair out of Spain's face.]
I'd like to know just how salacious your mind is when I am not around to keep it in check...
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It has brought us together once again, I believe you must be right...
[A very thorough servant, he'll be sure to run that cloth back up Austria's thighs and over his spent arousal, swiping across the softened head and grinning the most innocent grin he can muster all the while]
You hardly keep my mind in check, my love. Quite the opposite, truth be told, though you do give it an outlet.
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[He lets out a small 'oh' as Spain cleans such a delicate area- how diligent of him- then clucks his tongue disapprovingly, stroking his lover's cheek.]
They clearly lead you astray. If I figure so prominently in your filthy little daydreams, at least satisfy my curiosity.
[He's not even attempting to hide his self-satisfied smile anymore.]
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[Closes his eyes for the moment, turning his head to place a soft kiss on Austria's palm. This is a double edged sword for them both- as much as he would like a chance to relax and enjoy life with his husband, with ever ongoing battles and new colonies that need to be taught properly, there is no choice for him]
[Returns the smile, finally dropping the cloth on the side of the bed and scooting himself up alongside his husband, pressing close and sharing his natural body heat, leaning his head in closer so he can almost whisper. Even he has some sense of modesty]
But would you allow me to experience these filthy little daydreams? What if I wanted you outside in the open, where anyone could walk past?
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His arms wind around Spain's neck as he turns to lean into his hold, though he reddens slightly when he hears his husband's suggestion.]
You really are shameless. I hope you don't intend to seduce me the next time we take a walk together.
[Or rather, he hopes that's exactly what Spain intends.]
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[Gentle kisses make their way up his husband's arms, looped around his neck, until he's close enough to move them to Austria's lips, insistent and passionate as always, but not demanding to be pushed farther than relatively chaste]
If you would prefer to switch, I would not mind you having me on our dinner table... You could send the servants out of the room and I'm sure we would not be disturbed.
[Seeing Austria's face redden is one of the highlights of his day during the times they can be together, and he's quite enjoying the chance to speak his desires like this. If Austria were really so scandalized as he's pretending he's sure this wouldn't be the reaction]
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I'm...always prepared to take turns, after all...
[His thoughts wander to that exact table, and he's suddenly sure he won't be able to view it the same way anymore.]
You seem determined to have us risk public scandal...
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Perhaps I want to remind everyone of what they cannot have.
[He likes showing off his husband, being able to say that they are married, and he is very possessive of what he considers his]
You have never had similar thoughts?
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[But it sends a thrill up his spine, breath catching in his throat for just a moment; the thought that Spain regards him highly enough to be worth showing off, well...
He curls up against his husband as he's covered by blankets, silent as he thinks about the question.]
I think about you all the time. But I mostly think of our bed.
[And all the things they can do in it. For him it's more about the acts than the setting.]
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[Nuzzles his face into Austria's hair, grinning. He hadn't expected much of an answer, even that more than he anticipated, and hearing out loud that Austria has been thinking of him as well brings a bit of a flush to his own cheeks]
I see... and what would you have me do, in this bed of ours?
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Stroking the hair at the nape of Spain's neck, Austria hides his own red face in his husband's chest, though he isn't embarrassed enough to stop speaking yet.]
Stay in it all day with me. Until we're exhausted. And-
[Alright, now he's lowering his voice.]
You could tell me what to do or...tie me to the-
[Now he's embarrassed enough.]
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