Sexy Prussian Bathtime!

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[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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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.

"Still doesn't make it a lot." He said, almost sulkily. He watched him trace over the tattoo and frowned, looking at it himself, but still focusing on getting his hair clean, untangling it gently and getting out dirt and whatever else collected in it while he was lost. He didn't like the automatic, blank voice, or the sad smile, and he poked his forehead, none too gently, in agitation. "Kah. Maybe you're still those things, but the only thing that matters is your normal name--that's Gilbert Beilschmidt, if you forgot somehow--and that you're a pet. You're West's pet." He splashed his face with the water teasingly then, before beginning to rinse the soap out of his hair.

He noticed the creeping closer, and simply grabbed him by the hips and pulled him into his lap. He blinked in confusion. "Huh? Nah, just kinda surprised--I can take care of myself, so you don't need to do this for me. No one's bathed me for a long time, too, so. . . ." He grinned, and continued to clean the shampoo from his hair.

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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.

Being moved, especially so suddenly, was not something he'd been expecting but Gilbert was also not against being pulled into that warmth. He settled down atop Prussia's thighs, purring softly at the sensation of fingers and water running through his hair; when he shook his head afterwards he likely soaked his counterpart, but considering they were in the bath and already wet it probably wasn't too much of a problem. "Ah...r-right. B-But it's...it's something I'm used to. Washing M-Masters is pretty normal for me." He moved on to Prussia's arms, soaping them up when they weren't moving and gently running his fingers over the skin. He felt different from Gilbert - larger, more muscled. More stable {and considering he was a half-crazed Nazi that could essentially be quite unnerving for anyone else, but not Gilbert}. And warm, of course. The Vox pet snuggled against his counterpart slightly, his purr thrumming with a little more passion in his throat. "I like having baths with Ma...with P-Prussia..."

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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."

He was surprised by the canine action, but he laughed and pet his hair anyway. Now it was soft and clean, and that likely felt quite nice. Getting wet wasn't really an issue at that point. He held still for him to soap up his arms, lightly petting him when he paused. "Eh, if you say so." He didn't realize that he was analyzing him so much, taking in every little detail that made them different. At the snuggle, he held him in a bit of a hug and kissed his cheek once he wiped the soap from his face, then pet down his back, lathering his shoulders and chest as well, taking his time and being more teasing as his fingers swiped his nipples, half on impulse. He was happy to hear him purring even louder. "Kesesese~ So far, I like this, too~"

He suddenly fight like he didn't have a lot of time again, and began to soap him down to his waist, even though that part of him was under the water still and he would have to go back and do it again, running his hands up and down him in rather quick motions, making circles on his belly and back. He rubbed more water onto the parts of him covered in soap, too, so it was smother, and the more he rubbed, the more bubbles there were.

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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.

Clean hair admittedly felt quite a bit better than when it was dirty -- a lot lighter and softer against skin, for sure -- but Gilbert was quite distracted by now and thus didn't really notice. The petting was appreciated all the same, however, though he squeaked and blushed and wriggled at the hugging and kissing. He wasn't sure if he should be worried about this or not, if it was allowed or if he would be pushed away, and as such he was trying his best to keep his reactions to himself. Trying to do that when there were fingers brushing against his overly sensitive sides and nipples was quite difficult. With a body whose sensitivity had been heightened immensely over the years by chemical treatments and drugs, it was near impossible, and Gilbert let a moan slip without realising it. His hands clutched at Prussia's upper arms, nails digging in just slightly to his skin.

"P-Prussia..." he whined, his face terribly red by now and certain other parts of his body beginning to silently explain just what was 'wrong' with the Vox pet in their reactions.

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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.

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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.

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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.