Sexy Prussian Bathtime!

[firebrandings]

[ooc:  continued with prussian_pet ]

The bathroom was clean and simple and spacious, mostly consisting of whites and dark blues.  Sitting Gilbert down by the bathtub, he turned the water on and waited for it to get hot before stopping it up so it could fill.  He pointed to a linen closet, before speaking.  "In there should be. . .bath stuff.  Like soap and

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On a note from the other thread, English time is the best time. /tense changes to work with you

[prussian_pet]

Gilbert happily allowed himself to be carried into the bathroom, and obediently followed Prussia's orders when the cupboard was pointed to. He pulled out a variety of sponges and fluffy net things that mun can't remember the name of and dumped them into the slowly-filling bath before popping open the top of some bubble bath and upending the bottle over the water. There were likely going to be far too many bubbles in there now.

Once that was done, the albino lifted his shirt off over his head in a fluid motion, seemingly completely at home with being naked in front of another as he dropped the garment on the radiator and moved to poke at the bathwater. Sure, his scars and marks were on full display now but Gilbert didn't much care; people had seen them before, why hide them now?

And he'd wait for Prussia to get into the bath or shove him in before doing so himself.

Oh but of course. /you didn't have to~ I'm just used to writing entries in third.

[firebrandings]

(I do believe they're actually called bath puffs.) He watched him overfill the tub with the soap and bathing things, raising a brow slightly. He didn't mind that it would overflow all over the floor, it would still be a bath and baths were fun.

Scars and marks were nothing, as Prussia had them too, as well as tattoos which his brother seemed to disapprove of, but he still had no intention of getting removed. He watched him poke at the water, before lifting him by his waist and putting him in before joining him, relaxing in the spacious pool of nice, hot, bubbly water, sighing.

/can write entries in every tense so it's cooool. I love third anyway

[prussian_pet]

{Bath pufffs~. ♥} Gilbert squealed on accident upon being lifted up, wriggling a little in Prussia's arms. A bit of water would slosh over the side as a result of this, but the Vox pet didn't notice as he sank right down in the hot water, until only his eyes and the top of his head were visible above the mountains of bubbles and the steaming lakes surrounding them all. "Mmh~♥ 's so warm," he murmured, although it came out mostly incoherent due to his mouth being below the surface, the albino quite content to relax in the bath for a short while.

He watched Prussia as he did this, occasionally blowing bubbles. After a few minutes of this, should Prussia not do anything much, he'd inch closer and reach out with a pale hand to rub his fingers over his counterpart's left collarbone. His other hand would follow if the reaction wasn't hostile, to run over his neck and up, fingertips just barely brushing against the tips of his hair. And with his silence, it might have seemed unclear as to what Pet was actually doing.

[firebrandings]

When Prussia had settled into the bubbly, frothy water, he looked curiously at the half head that was currently his brother's pet trying to talk, bubbles coming up from when he spoke. He laughed, not quite understanding what he said, but simply finding his behavior cute. The blond Prussian also relaxed, radiating a steady heat into the water so it wouldn't cool down if they relaxed too long

[prussian_pet]

Eyes which, for the time being, shone more of a deep pink than a true reddish colouration, observed almost idly the clone sitting opposite. It was in this moment, just before he reached out to touch him, that Gilbert thought about how odd this entire building and situation was. It must be a strange image to a newcomer, to see two people who looked almost exactly the same sitting facing each other in a bath full of bubbles. He decided he didn't much care how weird it looked; no matter the oddities of this place, the albino knew he would much rather stay here forever than have to go back to his home world. Back there, the prospect of Gilbert ever becoming anything other than a pet slave to someone was below zero, but here

[firebrandings]

It was odd. . .but Prussia didn't expect any newcomers to come barging into his bathroom suddenly, ever, at any point in time. Even though it had happened once. But he was by himself and wasn't bathing, so it couldn't have seemed so odd at the time. The Nazi also liked Headquarters better than he liked home. He felt more welcome, more accepted, more cared about? Even if he was hated by much of HQ's populace, simply from being heard of in passing, he felt better here and, like the pet, didn't want to go back. But, if he had voiced the hope that he could have been more than the sub-human he had been before while he was here, he would have done his best to assure him that he was right. Although, slightly above one percent was possibly reaching low

[prussian_pet]

Gilbert did not necessarily want to be anything more than sub-human -- he could live with that as it was what he was used to -- but one thing he did want was for someone to love him unconditionally. He almost laughed at the thought; that was even less likely than him ever getting his collar off, or removing the metal bands around his wrists, or managing to act like a regular person. He could not voice his hope; it was too slight to rely upon, he found, too incredulous to tell others. A far-off and foolish dream, like that of a naive child wishing to marry their own mother. Such things weren't allowed, and Gilbert wanting something more than a master, wanting love, was exactly the same

[firebrandings]

If Prussia could hear his thoughts he would have called him a fool. Not for what he wanted, but how it was--rather, had been--right in front of him and he couldn't see it. Perhaps he wasn't the only one whom was loved by him, but he was definitely high up there. His wristbands and collar were a "gift" from a previous master, and his new Master(s?) wouldn't like him to have to remember the suffering of his previous world, and there was so much more he wasn't thinking about. Everything was more likely than he had it in his mind that it was. But, that was good training, wasn't it

[prussian_pet]

He squeaked again at the little prod, rearing back in response before pausing. His name...right. "Gilbert...Beilschmidt." It'd been a while since he'd uttered his own name, and it felt foreign on his tongue, like how a new name felt every time his various Masters had decided to change it. It wasn't that he'd forgotten it, really; Gilbert had simply neglected to remember. During his time lost in the Headquarters he'd been more fixated on his own survival and finding people he knew again rather than his name. Of course, once he'd said it, it felt familiar once more. Like it belonged to him

[firebrandings]

He nodded and rinsed his hair once more before beginning to lather up his face and neck, making sure to get behind his ears. "Right. And it's my name, too, so it's important to all of us

[prussian_pet]

The purring intensified some at the attentions paid to his face and neck, his neck especially as a slight flush began to make itself apparent on Gilbert's cheeks; the heat of the water and now the room could be an explanation for that, however. "R-Right." The stutter was thicker than usual this time, as if he was finding it hard to concentrate for some reason. His ministrations to his counterpart lessened slightly as well

[firebrandings]

The reddening had, at first, gone relatively unnoticed. The heat, their position, that he was bathing him were all prompting the blushing and it was completely innocent. Since he didn't exactly have to bathe him, he didn't mind that he'd stopped, aside that being bathed felt nice. Maybe when he finished bathing him. However, at some point, the reddening was getting to be a bit too much(or, perhaps, he was just running out of innocent excuses), and the problem arose, pun unintended.

He then remembered how much squirming he'd been doing when they'd been taking care of him after the fight he got into with Ivan. However, that didn't stop him and, if anything, encouraged him. Taking one of the bath puffs, he began to wash the soap off, giving him another kiss, not minding the nails digging into his arms.

"What? It's okay, if you're okay with it." It was okay, even if he wasn't. Just less okay. But he still intended on giving him a bath, washing all of the soap off with the puffs and his fingers, still petting.

[prussian_pet]

Gilbert had tried his best to keep washing his counterpart, but after only a short while of this 'innocent' teasing he'd found himself unable to concentrate on anything whatsoever save the pleasure and was now albino putty in Prussia's hands, mewling softly and at the same time trying not to be too loud and irritating.

He blinked at him when he said it was all right, having of course expected to be pushed away as always. It'd always seemed as if Prussia wasn't exactly fond of him, but he wondered if he had perhaps been mistaken; he'd been nothing but kind and affectionate thus far today. Although that could always just be because they were essentially the same person - or, parts of the same entity, whatever. "Mmh. R-Really...you're...okay with it?" He had to ask, if only for the sake of saying later that at least he had asked, should he need to. His hips rocked oh-so-slightly against Prussia's, eliciting a tiny gasp and an inhalation of bubbles from Gilbert.

[firebrandings]

While he had, at first, disliked him, that was because of what was in between them. With Herr gone(and this is not said in a positive light), Prussia could appreciate Gilbert more. He never quite hated him, just hated him for the the affection and love he got, that the obedient ex-nation felt left out of. If only he'd known, or rather, believed when Herr had said that he was more important to him, more loved by him than anybody(with the exclusion of Herr, himself) in Headquarters.

Especially when with someone so cute and attractive or with someone already so aroused, it wasn't hard to excite Gilbert. "If you are." He kissed him briefly on the lips, rocking his hips back, in return, much more, to encourage him and show his approval. He laughed at his accidentally breathing the bubbles in, knowing they were harmless aside a bit of a bad taste. Covered in suds he cleaned off, he repeated sopping Gilbert up, still petting and rubbing as he did so.