Oh, Seb... Devero can't hear him, of course, but he can feel the way he trembles in his arms, and his heart goes out to him. His plan had been to set him down in the bathroom and give him some privacy, but Devero finds himself hooking aside the curtain with an elbow and stepping straight into the shower with him. Only then does he move to let Seb down out of his arms.
"Can I give you a hand cleaning up?" he asks, signing around and against the smaller man as the water pelts against them. "Or do you want to take it from here?"
Getting his feet under him, he keeps his hands on Dev's chest.
He's not sure what would be better. He has conflicting feelings; part of him thinks he does not deserve this sweetness, and indulging in it further is not only selfish but fails to show remorse for his sin. On the other hand, Devero is kind and soft and he wants that. He needs that; he always has, and it has never been granted to him. Can't he just have something sweet and nice, just one time?
"You can," he concedes. He closes his eyes, leaning into the warm water.
Bending his head, Devero’s presses his lips to the crown of Seb's head. "Thank you," he says.
Leaning out of the shower, he gropes around until he snags a washcloth. He finds the soap and lathers it up, then brings it to Seb's skin. He starts with his chest, scrubbing away spend and sweat with gentle circles.
After the kiss, he tips his head back, trying to breathe as he wets his hair. He feels Devero start to wash his chest, and for some reason, the sweet attention makes more tears leak down his cheeks. He keeps himself quiet, despite knowing Dev can't hear him anyway. It's a reflex. He hides the tears, too, washes them away with the spray of the shower. Crying is foolish and pathetic, no matter how much it hurts, how the gentle touches make the gaping wound ache even more, even as parts of it are soothed and healed.
He shouldn't cry, but he knows Devero will not punish him for it.
He pulls his face out of the water and wipes it from his eyes, the tears with it. He runs his hands through his hair and blinks to look at Devero. Seb's gaze is soft, adoring and sad, and his hand clasps the side of Dev's neck gently, petting at the hair that partly covers it.
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Date: 2026-01-29 03:39 am (UTC)From:"Can I give you a hand cleaning up?" he asks, signing around and against the smaller man as the water pelts against them. "Or do you want to take it from here?"
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Date: 2026-01-29 03:51 am (UTC)From:He's not sure what would be better. He has conflicting feelings; part of him thinks he does not deserve this sweetness, and indulging in it further is not only selfish but fails to show remorse for his sin. On the other hand, Devero is kind and soft and he wants that. He needs that; he always has, and it has never been granted to him. Can't he just have something sweet and nice, just one time?
"You can," he concedes. He closes his eyes, leaning into the warm water.
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Date: 2026-01-29 04:08 am (UTC)From:Leaning out of the shower, he gropes around until he snags a washcloth. He finds the soap and lathers it up, then brings it to Seb's skin. He starts with his chest, scrubbing away spend and sweat with gentle circles.
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Date: 2026-01-29 04:20 am (UTC)From:He shouldn't cry, but he knows Devero will not punish him for it.
He pulls his face out of the water and wipes it from his eyes, the tears with it. He runs his hands through his hair and blinks to look at Devero. Seb's gaze is soft, adoring and sad, and his hand clasps the side of Dev's neck gently, petting at the hair that partly covers it.