[ there's a victorious little smirk on his lips when he pulls back from the third kiss. anything to distract, to fluster, to pull away from the fact that he's aching now as his injuries have time to settle. but also to pull koby's mind from being no fun - this has been exceedingly fun, and its the third kiss that has him leaning back, pressing his weight into koby's chest. ]

But you've just shared a bath with said dusty, dirty, bloody devil. Never mind I could taste the sweat on your skin. Like I said - you taste like the sea.

[ he does as he's told, however, leaning back until he's in the water, practically in koby's lap. he lets his hair soak but his eyes flit up to koby - where he can see the pout of his lips, the little marks he's left. he has to grab the edge of the tub to sit up after, staying reclined enough so that koby doesn't have to reach for him and so that he can rest against koby's thighs again. ]

To your satisfaction? [ another teasing job, but his eyes shutter, letting the man pour water and run fingers through his hair. it even coaxes out a low, heady groan. ]

But you're right - it's my fault you need cleaning. But I suppose there are more ways than one to solve that problem.