“i don’t like the way it smells,” Cillian says stubbornly as you rub sunscreen on his pale, freckled back. Cillian isn’t exactly used to wearing sunscreen because it’s never this hot back in ireland, so he isn’t a big fan of it.

“that’s too bad,” you respond with a smirk, still rubbing the cold cream into his back.

Cillian rolls his eyes and pouts a little. “it’ll wash off in the pool anyways…” he mumbles almost childishly.