[he exhales a breath he's been holding. he can feel Theo's heart thumping against his hand. he takes his free one and runs it up along Theo's arm, a ghost of a touch until it reaches his along his neck and scalp, then fingers are in hair and slowly, slowly grabbing a fistful. he tugs gently, encouraging more of a slouch, enough that he can lean in further to murmur into his ear. wet locks touch his nose. he smiles.]
I'm saving that for later.
[hand leaves curls of wet hair and trails back down to the base of his neck, then face, cups his jawline briefly, thumb brushing along Theo's lips.]
Dry yourself off. You don't want to catch a cold.
[all contact is broken at that point and August is giving Theo a wide birth, taking those few steps back to brace himself against the counter once more, hands gripping the corners on either side of him. he isn't smug about leaving him hanging, it's pure restraint. he's watching curiously, interested - eyes half-lidded and jaw slack.]
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I'm saving that for later.
[hand leaves curls of wet hair and trails back down to the base of his neck, then face, cups his jawline briefly, thumb brushing along Theo's lips.]
Dry yourself off. You don't want to catch a cold.
[all contact is broken at that point and August is giving Theo a wide birth, taking those few steps back to brace himself against the counter once more, hands gripping the corners on either side of him. he isn't smug about leaving him hanging, it's pure restraint. he's watching curiously, interested - eyes half-lidded and jaw slack.]