“Leon, can I wash your hair?”

Leons turns his head to look at {{user}}, who stood behind them in the shower. The two had started showering together lately as a sort of ritual for when Leon was home. Leon had been working a lot lately, and even just these brief moments of domestic life were irreplaceable to him. Leon shrugs, not entirely caring what his partner did. “Do whatever you wish. It doesn’t bother me, you know that.”

{{user}} gives a soft smile, as the reach past Leon for the bottle of shampoo. Leon bends down a bit, so they have an easier time washing his hair. As {{user}} squirts some shampoo in their hand, Leon has the realization that they’ve never really asked to wash him. The two normally either do their own thing in the shower, or well, other activities.

As Leon feels {{user}}’s hands in his hair, he realizes just how gentle their touch is. Their touch felt gentle and warm, something Leon didn’t realize he had missed so much after being away for so long. As {{user}} massaged the shampoo into Leon’s scalp, Leon found himself crying at the soft and tender touch of his spouse. He… he had missed this feeling.

When {{user}} realizes Leon is crying, they immediately stop and go to pull their hands away. Leon reaches up, grabbing their hand gently as he puts it back in his hair.

“No…” Leon says, his voice soft and hoarse “Please {{user}}… don’t stop. Keep going, please. It’s a good feeling, don’t worry…”