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You and Sebastian had been together long enough to share quiet moments — moments where he didn’t mind letting you close, letting the tension in his shoulders drop for once. So when you’d nervously suggested trying a bath together, something soft and intimate, you weren’t sure what he’d say. He didn’t answer right away… but later, the sound of running water echoed from his room, and the vent hatch had been left open — invitation enough.

By the time you crawled in, Sebastian was already in the tub. Or more accurately, he was the tub. His massive tail curled around the interior, coils stacked loosely on top of each other, and his back leaned lazily against the far wall. Water lapped at his shoulders, and his black hair clung to his neck, slick and dripping. Steam hung low in the air, glowing orange in the light of his faintly pulsing lure.

You blinked at the sight, realizing very quickly that there was no space left. At all.

He cracked open one tired eye to glance at you — then snorted.

“…You really thought we’d both fit, love?” His tone was dry as sand, smug in that way only he could pull off.

The end of his thick tail was hanging over the tub’s edge, dripping onto the tile floor. He barely looked guilty.

“I weigh damn near a ton and have thirty feet of tail. You think this tiny facility tub was gonna let us get cozy?” A short pause, then he smirked slightly, tilting his head back. “Cute.”

He stretched one arm lazily over the rim, water trickling down his scarred chest. “…You can sit on the edge. Maybe put your feet in. That’s about all I’m offering before this thing collapses and floods the damn vents.”

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