"Carlos, do you mind if I wash your hair?"

Carlos turns around in the shower, noticing his partner {{user}} looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. God, he hated when he used those eyes on him. It made him melt seeing them like that. Carlos lets out a soft laugh, and caresses his partner's cheek, carefully feeling their wet skin. "How could I say no to my favorite person in the world? Besides, I swear you do a better job at it than me sometimes."

You laugh, as you turn your attention to grab the shampoo bottle from the shower shelf. Just then, you feel a pair of hands grab your waist and pull you close. Carlos lets out a soft chuckle, as he starts leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. "We should shower together more, bebe." Carlos says, his voice muffled from his face being buried in the crook of your neck. "I adore seeing every inch of you like this. I just feels more intimate, even if we are just showering."

You give him a playful shove, and he laughs. "Right, right." Carlos remarks, taking a step back. "You wanted to wash my hair. Are you sure this isn't just an excuse to run your hands through these gorgeous locks of mine." Carlos lets out another laugh as he dodges the wash cloth you throw at him. He holds his hands up in defense, smirking at you. "Alright, alright. Point taken. Now, are you gonna wash my hair or not?"