Thanks. [ He sounds amused as he says it, the compliment a little odd if only because no one's ever said that to him before. But he knows Shiro seems to like darker colors and he appreciates it all the same, knowing that other humans might assume he's not what he says he is based on his choice of clothing and features he has little control over. ] You're welcome to get to know me. I won't hide anything from you.
[ Mananan tilts his head slightly at the mention of a schedule, though. ] Schedule? For seeing you, you mean? I don't really have one. But you have my number now, so I can visit whenever you want me to. [ As easily as he could just show up without a word, he knows that's not the best thing to do. Popping in to visit when he doesn't know what Shiro's doing, who he's with, or where he's at seems like a bad idea all around. Mainly for the sake of privacy, but also for the sake of not just appearing in front of other people who know nothing about him.
He nods at the mention of a shower, shifting in his spot on the bed to make himself more comfortable, assuming that he'll just wait where he's at while Shiro gets finished. His hand dips into his pocket, intending to check texts or email or something in the meantime, but he doesn't quite get to that before he hears the question. It brings his attention back to Shiro in full, meeting the look in his direction. ] Are you inviting me into the shower with you?
[Shiro pauses, only just now dawning on him the faux pass he made. Doesn’t help when Mananan just looks at him full on and he’s caught like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Showering with someone hasn’t ever bothered him, mostly due to communal showers during military training and such. But actively being in his own place and inviting someone to shower with him? He unfreezes and rubs at the side of his face, brows furrowing and face burning in embarrassment.]
Dammit, I’m sorry. That just slipped out that way. [And now stuck at a momentary crossroads. He’s got to make a decision quick like.] I meant if you wanted to come into the bathroom to keep talking. [Shutting the guy out conversation-wise was what he’d wanted to avoid. And ended up inviting his angel into the shower with him. Good going, Shiro. Way to word that.] You’re welcome to grab one as well, if you want. [He didn’t know what Mananan had went through to get to him, so… though the angel looks pristine to him.
Anyways, before he puts his foot in his mouth any further, Shiro heads for the bathroom, pausing long enough to swipe two towels (just in case) from the linen closet on the way. The light clicks on in the room and soon enough, the shower’s going, pouring water down behind the opaque glass door. Shiro rubs his forehead again, kicks himself for the flub, and then gets over it. Mistakes happen… and… maybe if he’s honest, he wouldn’t actually mind.] Now that I know you’re there, I’d like to see you sometime when I’m not in trouble.
[Just going to offer that out the door as he pulls his shirt over his head and shucks his boxer briefs.]
[ It's a general enough question that Mananan's first thought shouldn't be that he's being invited right into the shower itself, but he can't help thinking it first and wanting to clarify before he takes things the wrong way. But even before Shiro answers, he can see that that's not the case, that he doesn't mean hopping into the shower together. That's for the best. Mananan knows that stepping into that situation would be a poor choice on his part. ]
It's okay, I just wanted to make sure. [ The invitation that follows, to take a shower as well, has Mananan's gaze following him as he heads into the bathroom. He doesn't immediately move to push himself up, even after hearing Shiro speak out of the door at him. He gives it a little bit longer before he pushes himself up and heads to the doorway of the bathroom, leaning in it as he looks at Shiro's form through the glass shower doors. ]
I don't have anything to change into, so I'll shower when I get home tomorrow. [ It's a late response, but he doesn't miss the second towel that's an equal invitation to follow Shiro's shower with one of his own. Or to follow him inside, but that's out of the question, because of the clarification and Mananan's own questions about whether he might step out of line.
It's easier to settle into conversation through the sound of the water, his arms crossed and shoulder resting against the door frame. ] You can see me whenever you want, Shiro. Even if you just want somebody to watch a movie with or to sleep next to. I'll come to you whenever you want.
[Shiro can easily see how the question could be taken the other way. Hell, most people would’ve been strange if they hadn’t taken it the way Mananan had. While he’s glad the man gave him a chance to clarify it, the Paladin still feels awkward about the exchange. Do angels even have attractions towards humans? Or any other races for that matter? On the other hand, it wasn’t exactly crazy to invite the angel into the shower with him. Mananan’s his guardian angel and he’s at least admitted to seeing… Shiro rubs at his shoulder a few times, finding that way of thinking pretty perverted on his part.
The water’s hot and the steam’s quick to rise, pluming in the shower. Between the frosted glass and the billows, it’s mostly just the general masculine outline in the shower walls, but the distinct run of flesh color from top to bottom makes it obvious he’s not wearing a thing. Duh. He’s in the shower. Shiro brings his flesh arm in front of him, the blur of metallic and black in the shower door outline signifying the Paladin’s prosthetic. Gray eyes flick to the side as the angel’s voice comes through the spray of water. Oh good, he’s here. That at least makes Shiro feel better.]
You could wear something of mine? We’re about the same height. [Mananan’s a little more lithe than Shiro is, but he doesn’t think that’ll be much a problem. Right, he did invite the angel to sleep over tonight. Which also meant sharing the bed, come to think of it. Shiro frowns a bit as he looks at his hand. Seriously, he’s still wrestling with the shower invitation. Another time and he’d be seriously disturbed at him. But the war’s over, his ex has been dead for over a year, and there had been some… dalliances with the other Paladins during their journey. Is it really so wrong to want to experience some physical bonding with someone? His own angel for that matter? There’s definitely some stupid sacrilegious daring of an excitement tempting on his shoulder… But he doesn’t want to get Mananan in trouble either.
*siiigh*
Shiro looks at the door and the blur of black-clad angel through it. A small smile appears when he’s told he can see him so freely. Including another small flush at the mention of sleeping together again.] I really appreciate that, Mananan. [If he’d had the chance to know so long ago, things… No. He pushes the thought aside. All of that happened for a reason. They survived because of their challenges. And no, Shiro doesn’t think the angel is a miracle genie either. Still… company would’ve been nice at certain intervals. Being lonely is really stressful at times…
The Paladin gives a small breath, a mix of amusement, sarcasm, and ‘can’t believe I’m doing this’ together.] Well then… [The shower door pops from its seal slightly, letting the steam seep through.] How about you come in?
[ Seeing Shiro through frosted glass doesn't really strike anything in Mananan. Nudity in general is fine with him as he's not particularly shy or prudish. He's shared showers at work, seen his fair share of his coworkers, and thought nothing of it because it's just a natural thing. He's also fine with respecting boundaries nowadays, his last relationship doing more than enough to teach him in that regard. He's a better person and a better angel because of it, though he still questions himself often.
The offer of clothes is something he doesn't think too much of, assuming it's for a shower following Shiro's. He figures he can ask for a change of clothes once he's out since it's not something his human can do much about in his current position. So he doesn't offer an answer to that, leaving it hanging as his gaze wanders the bathroom so he's not just staring at Shiro through the glass.
His eyes don't return to him until he hears his name, the sound of it making him smile slightly. And then the shower door pops open and he hears what follows and he's left staring for a couple of seconds. He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. He knows what it could easily lead to, that an invitation into a shower with someone isn't just for the sake of getting clean. Shiro's not some inexperienced, naive guy. ]
Are you sure? [ Mananan moves toward the door, fingers curling around the edge of it as he peers into the shower at Shiro, almost tempted to step inside without stripping anything off at all. ] I want to, but I don't want to go too far.
[Shiro’s bathroom is, probably as expected, military. Nothing distracting or unneeded. Almost everything’s behind the mirror, leaving the rest of the area clean and in order. A datapad sits in a charger on a shelf nearby, at least letting the Paladin do something while business is tended to. There’s a small window in there at least, though he keeps it shut save for on cool days. The rest is Spartan at best.
He knows what he just offered and it’s sitting there in his ears. Shiro starts slightly when Mananan actually catches the door and peers in. He… hadn’t thought he’d do that. The Paladin’s left standing towards the middle of the shower, facing Mananan, body twisted just slightly since his back’s to the spray. The steam actually does a fair job of hiding anything indecent for the time being. Go figure. But without his shirt, Shiro’s scars are completely visible. Crisscrossing his body, a host of slashes that look like they were made from blades and claws and other such tears. The year in captivity hadn’t done him too many favors.
Shiro blinks at him once before sighing and running a hand through his hair, pulling the white shock of bangs away from his forehead. Shower just splats them back down once he takes his hand away. He has to think for a bit because… honestly, he’s not sure. It’s heartening to hear Mananan wants to at least.] I don’t want you to get in trouble, but… I wouldn’t mind the company either. [He realizes what Mananan’s also concerned about. The “go to far” comment doesn’t fall over his head. Shiro’s not sure if it’ll turn into that or not… or they’ll just end up showering and that’ll be that.]
It's your call. Don’t endanger yourself for me, Mananan. Besides. [He offers the angel a smile.] We’ll still be together for the rest of the day and night.
[ Admittedly, Mananan kind of likes the straightforwardness of it all. His own apartment sort of lacks in decorative touches, housing necessities and remaining tidy for the lack of extra around him. So it's probably understandable that this style doesn't strike him as bare.
Looking into the shower is just for the sake of looking at Shiro as he talks to him. He's seen him naked before, so there's no staring at scars or anything else. The look is simple until he hears the the mention of him getting in trouble. Shiro's remarks, the thought that he's worried about Mananan getting in trouble for something like this, earn a soft laugh before Mananan steps away from the door. ]
It's not about getting in trouble. I'm here with you and I'm planning to bring you back to Heaven again. If I was worried about trouble, I would've tucked you into bed here last night. [ While he's speaking, Shiro will be able to see black clothing being stripped off on the other side of the glass. Clothes are folded over as they're removed and left together before Mananan moves into sight again, stepping into the open door this time to pull it closed behind him. ]
I didn't want you to regret anything. [ He steps closer to Shiro, into the steam and nearer to the spray of water, then reaches out to playfully push those bangs up again, grinning as they end up splatting down shortly after. ] Do you want me to wash your hair?
[It’s that knowledge that Mananan’s seen him in this kind of state before that makes it easier for Shiro to accept the peek into the shower. Considering he probably invited it anyways… He notices the other man’s lack of staring for the same reason. But a black brow quirks at the laugh despite that and he cocks his head to the side slightly as the angel slips away from the door.]
Oh. That… makes sense. [He wouldn’t have made himself known either, considering angels must have known that humans are naturally curious. If not also friendly, to a point. Shiro gets his answer via the dark blur outside the steamed shower door starts to move and lessen. Due to his angel’s dark clothing stripping away. He can see enough blurry outline to realize Mananan’s not just tossing the dressings off to the side and leaving them. That’s nice of him. And neat.
With a soft, smooth hiss, the shower door glides to the side and Shiro watches the angel step into the steam-filled area. The door shuts behind him and he steps back closer to the wall to invite Mananan into the shower spray proper. Mentioning regrets earns a small smile and a light wave of his metal arm.] I don’t think this is something I’m going to regret. [Would anyone regret something like this?
A few stray streams of the shower lance off Mananan’s reaching hand and Shiro blinks when the angel pushes his white bangs up over his forehead. Down they go again and the Paladin ducks his head a little before playfully nudging the other man with his knuckles.] Only if we’re going to trade the favor.
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[OOC: Yo! Got a small hiatus coming up due to family things. I really love the thread and their interactions, so I’d love to continue this once I get back in a week, if you’re game for waiting that long. Sorry for the delay; it’s a bit of a bugger for me too. I might be able to nab something during the week, but don’t count on it. Still, I’m having fun with this so hope we can continue! And for future reference, I’ve no problem if this segues into something sexual~]
[ The shower is calm, without much need for worry after all, though it is with a little bit of resistance on Mananan's part. There's an underlying desire to let his hands wander and he keeps it to himself, sticking to washing Shiro's hair and being nothing more than playful before and afterward.
It's after they get out, once they're dried and Mananan has slipped his own underwear back on, that they end up near the bed again. He knows he's already mentioned sleeping with Shiro, sharing a bed, but he can't help wondering if that's a bad idea. But he recognizes that his human seems to like the bits of intimacy they've shared thus far and that he invited him to stay in the first place.
So he decides against backing out and leaving Shiro on his own, wanting to be a companion as much as he's his angel.
That's how he ends up in bed with Shiro, reaching out to gently slide his fingers along his prosthetic arm, propping his elbow on the mattress so he can rest his head against his free hand as he gives him a curious look. ]
[Shiro’s glad the shower went well. He’d been worried it would be awkward, for a number of reasons. Small and probably light-hearted for the most part. But instead, he’d enjoyed it. Washing off with someone else in a private little area was so different than the other times in his life. The communal showers in the military, the cells in the Galra camps, the personal refresher units in the Castle of Lions. Mananan’s playful teases relaxed the Paladin and he was quick to mess around with his angel back. Washing and rinsing.
Drying off had been much the same, though Shiro got himself a clean pair of boxer briefs since who knows what with his original pair. Perhaps they really should have gone out and spent some more of the fading day together, but if Shiro’s honest, he was perfectly happy just collapsing in the bed and spending the rest of the night under the sheets. Though it took another reminder and even a small, playful push to get Mananan to agree to get in said bed with him. Shiro sleeps military anyways, so it’s not like the angel has to worry about him clinging to him during the night… Even though Siro instantly feels a mixture of apprehension of sharing his bed with another man and intense relief at doing the same. The want far outweighs the caution. Mostly because he knows this is his own angel with him.
If Mananan had ultimately backed out and departed, Shiro wouldn’t have blamed him. But, he’s glad he stayed.
The Paladin glances down as fingers run over his metal arm. He’s currently lying on his back, resting beside Mananan, sheets draped at an angle just at his hips. He curls his metal fingers, the sound of the alien tech nigh-silent and motions smooth. He’s not surprised at the angel’s curiosity.] No. It’s only sensitive to electric stimulations. [Blunt force and tactile stimulation do as much for it as flicking someone’s numb arm. He recognizes the pressure, as in something’s touching or moving his arm, but no warmth or cool, no smooth or rough. Just… there. Electrical or energy-based interactions, however…]
[ He can't help being curious now that he has the chance to talk to Shiro. Mananan realizes it must be strange, having an arm that functions so well, but lacks the same kind of feeling. It's an odd thing to think about from his end, where he can't even completely imagine the way it feels. The mention of electric stimulation draws his gaze to Shiro's arm before he looks back to him. ]
Sensitive in a good way or a bad way?
[ He doubts he can produce electrical energy, but something more magical... maybe. He can't help wondering if everything Shiro feels in relation to that arm is bad or if it all depends on the intentions of the person doing something to it.
But he doesn't stick on it for too long, his fingers soon sliding against bare skin, gently tracing over scars as Mananan looks Shiro over without the steam and water and soap to get in his way. He's seen him before, more than enough times, but he's never had the opportunity to touch. So he does, careful like the scars might still bring some amount of pain. He doesn't intend to touch on the past that's led to so many of the marks on Shiro's body, but he does lean in after a bit longer so he can press a kiss to his bare shoulder, almost a silent apology for being unable to do more for his human in the past.
And then, with his lips still against skin: ] Have you ever gone swimming?
[It... it’s definitely strange. Shiro has a love/hate relationship with the arm. Grateful that it functions so well and gives him his limb back (in a sense), but rueful because it feels like the strongest part of him is now something cruelly forced on him by his captors. Along with all the memories it brings with it, including the assistance it lent to his friends and the betrayal it caused him to commit. And he gets to see that each time he looks in the mirror or uses it. Along with the occasional phantom pains and lingering sensations that are no longer there outside the weight and movement.
But Mananan’s curiosity about it he takes in stride. Not the first time someone’s asked about it.] So far, it’s only ever been the bad way. No one’s ever tried anything gentle with it.
[He’ll admit, it did feel kind of nice to use the arm to break into the Galra’s system. And Pidge had always been careful when hooking his arm up to her computer or other such things. But most of the time, fighting with the thing and using it as an impromptu power source… are not comfortable. It’s somewhat obvious, since gentle touches wouldn’t trigger that pressure sensation, so he doubts he’d feel it. Physically. Gentle energy? He’s never had such a thing happen. But Mananan’s right; it does depend on the person’s intentions.
Shiro’s grateful they don’t linger on the arm too long. They can come back to it later if the angel wants. He’s acutely aware of softer touches on his skin, fingers sliding over his flesh. Nerves pick up the warmth and smoothness of Mananan’s fingertips, but the feelings momentarily dim or fade each time the angel crosses his scars, depending on their size. Eyes on his skin… It’s not the same as the lecherous, fearful, and murderous gazes he’s felt during his captivity. Not even the adoring gazes he’s received as a pilot and Paladin. It’s different. Curious. Nice. His skin’s light, smooth to touch despite the scars and molding to the hard bulges and curves of Shiro’s defined muscles. The angel’s eyes and his touch make him feel rather naked despite the boxer briefs on his lower half, but it’s not uncomfortable much. Unfortunately, some of the scars touched do pull back memories of how he got them, and he’s grateful for when Mananan leans over and kisses his shoulder. It pulls him out of his thoughts and back to reality. Before he can really think about it, Shiro leans over as well and brushes his mouth against the top of his angel’s head, resting his nose and lips among the raven-black strands. Good… it feels good. He feels good.
The Paladin shivers a bit as lips brush against his flesh, words melting on his skin.] A few times. I learned as a kid and it was required for the Garrison soldier. I haven’t done it recently though. Have you?
[ Hearing that no one's tried to be gentle with it makes Mananan want to try, but he decides to save it for the next time he takes Shiro home with him. He wants to be careful with him no matter what, but he feels like he'll have a better chance at being gentle with power if he's home. And Shiro seems fine with moving on from the subject anyway, so Mananan doesn't try to stick to it, easily moving on to touching for the sake of it as he makes himself comfortable leaning into his human a little more than before.
Feeling the way Shiro seems to nuzzle his hair leaves Mananan smiling to himself, comfortable like this. He wonders if the Paladin knows that he gives that kind of feeling, a sort of comfort even though it's not something the angel is seeking.
He lets out a soft hum against his skin. ] No. We have running water in Heaven, but we don't have bodies of water. Pools might exist, but my family has never had one.
[ His fingers trail across Shiro's chest, pressing over his heart for a few moments, just feeling it beat before his hand slides lower and comes to rest near his navel. He lifts his head, looking down at Shiro now that he's leaning into him like this. ]
Can I take you on a vacation one day? It can be short if you want it to be. We can go wherever you want. [ It's an open offer, one without any motive behind it aside from wanting to give Shiro a little bit of a break from life. Mananan knows things are calm now, but he still thinks Shiro - and the rest of the Paladins, for that matter - could use a genuine vacation. ]
[It’s a weapon of war; you’re not really “gentle” with something like that outside of taking care of it and such. Shiro’s never really had to do maintenance on it either, though he’s poked around at it a few times and let Pidge do the same occasionally. Does he think Mananan can be gentle with his arm? Yes. Does he think there could be energy involved? … He’s… not sure. But wouldn’t count it out. Shiro’s pretty sure his angel will at least talk about wanting to do something with his arm first if he does. Right now, the gentle touches to his body is more distracting and enjoyable.
His eyes close as he rests his face against the black hair. Silky, smooth, breathing in the scent of water and shampoo and something uniquely Mananan’s. Having someone touch him gently like this, being able to return it, are treasures he’d gone without for what felt like eternity. Maybe it broke him inside, left scars, a longing for contact… touch starved. The soft hum shivers through his nerves and he finds his flesh hand wandering fingers over Mananan’s side, following the curve at the top of his pelvis and then moving up.] That’s too bad. Swimming is fun, and it’s good exercise too.
[Shiro’s powerful chest flexes as fingers traipse over the curves and his heart picks up a few paces when Mananan rests over his beating organ. There are scars there too, suggesting it’s been attacked before. Another shiver ripples down his spine, following his angel’s descending fingers. From his chest over the washboard contours of the Paladin’s sculpted abdominal muscles. Smooth skin, no body hair, just the scars, and Shiro lifts his head and leans back when Mananan looks at him. Down at him, thanks to the lean over him.
The question leaves him blinking for a second. But… warmth quickly floods through his chest at the tenderness behind the simple request. Shiro just… looks at his angel. People have told him to take a break, go on vacation, lighten up, but he’s always had something to do (though he did have leisure fun a number of times with the other Paladins). But still… he’s calm, serious, military, a leader. He’s the one telling others to take a break and get some rest. To have it returned, from someone who’s made it a point he looks out for Shiro… it’s really touching. A soft smile, grateful and touched, appears on his face and the ex-Galra slave nods.] I’d like that, Mananan. Really. … Thanks.
[ Vacation is different from bringing him home again and Mananan knows he probably shouldn't be making an offer like this, leaving something so open to suggest that they spend a larger amount of time together. But he wants Shiro to relax and to have some time to himself, so he'll follow through with it regardless of whether it's a good idea or not. Given, time to himself implies that he'll be leaving the Paladin alone, but... well, that's up to Shiro. As much as he might want to spend more time with him, Mananan won't push his presence on him. He feels too protective of Shiro to be willing to go against his wishes.
Which is why he's still looking down at him, nodding slightly at the thanks he receives and considering the placement of his own hand. Mananan feels certain that Shiro would say something if his touches were too much, but he can't help wondering. There's still mild worry lingering in the back of his mind, knowing his own past actions with a former lover and how easily his own pushiness can come out. ]
Can I kiss you? [ His fingers trail back upward toward Shiro's chest again, palm gently flattening over his heart once more, curious about the reaction his question will get. Shiro looks so relaxed at the moment that he imagines it'd be hard to hide a sudden change in the way he feels. In the moment, Mananan wants to show him every tiny bit of affection he has for him, the attachment he feels, but he doesn't want to push that if it isn't wanted. ]
[Shiro understands the angel’s desire to be with him after what they’ve talked about. Being assigned (or chosen) to guard someone, but having to go through most of their current life without ability to interact with them must be a difficult burden. Especially if he’s grown attached… which he has. Shiro does want to return some of those feelings, he’s made it clear he wants to spend more time with Mananan as well, and he's agreed to go on the vacation mostly for those reasons alone. Of course, he’s still got his job, so that will factor into the time they get to spend together, as does Mananan, but it’s just part of adult life. Still… there’s the idea of perhaps living with the angel? Amusing, but he momentarily thinks of seeing the man out the door, one going to space, the other off to Heaven. How domestic.
It's really a tender suggestion, made even more touching by the angel’s hand on him. So warm and kind. For someone who’d lost a past love to the ravages of battle, then been scarred for a year under the lusts and rage that swelters in slavery, and finally to reemerge only to enter into war again… part of his heart is rapidly warning him about attempting to form anything beyond friendship and simple relationships for physical benefits. Shiro’s not really a “romantic” of a person, duty-bound, calm, and stoic despite his kindness and leadership qualities. But… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want…
The question surprises him for a moment, his heart picking up a beat or so beneath the angel’s hand. It’s forward, but nothing he’s not encountered before—he’s had some encounters where they don’t even bother asking. Shiro doesn’t move from his resting on the bed, eyes lingering on Mananan despite knowing the angel can feel his heart. Affection… Shiro’s surprise softens into a gentle embarrassment, but he obviously looks touched by the notion. Resting his hand over Mananan’s again, the Paladin leans forward.] I should be asking, “can I?”
[And rests his forehead against the other man’s, bringing them in close enough to complete that action if the angel wants.]
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Date: 2019-06-01 07:33 pm (UTC)[ Mananan tilts his head slightly at the mention of a schedule, though. ] Schedule? For seeing you, you mean? I don't really have one. But you have my number now, so I can visit whenever you want me to. [ As easily as he could just show up without a word, he knows that's not the best thing to do. Popping in to visit when he doesn't know what Shiro's doing, who he's with, or where he's at seems like a bad idea all around. Mainly for the sake of privacy, but also for the sake of not just appearing in front of other people who know nothing about him.
He nods at the mention of a shower, shifting in his spot on the bed to make himself more comfortable, assuming that he'll just wait where he's at while Shiro gets finished. His hand dips into his pocket, intending to check texts or email or something in the meantime, but he doesn't quite get to that before he hears the question. It brings his attention back to Shiro in full, meeting the look in his direction. ] Are you inviting me into the shower with you?
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Date: 2019-06-01 08:17 pm (UTC)Dammit, I’m sorry. That just slipped out that way. [And now stuck at a momentary crossroads. He’s got to make a decision quick like.] I meant if you wanted to come into the bathroom to keep talking. [Shutting the guy out conversation-wise was what he’d wanted to avoid. And ended up inviting his angel into the shower with him. Good going, Shiro. Way to word that.] You’re welcome to grab one as well, if you want. [He didn’t know what Mananan had went through to get to him, so… though the angel looks pristine to him.
Anyways, before he puts his foot in his mouth any further, Shiro heads for the bathroom, pausing long enough to swipe two towels (just in case) from the linen closet on the way. The light clicks on in the room and soon enough, the shower’s going, pouring water down behind the opaque glass door. Shiro rubs his forehead again, kicks himself for the flub, and then gets over it. Mistakes happen… and… maybe if he’s honest, he wouldn’t actually mind.] Now that I know you’re there, I’d like to see you sometime when I’m not in trouble.
[Just going to offer that out the door as he pulls his shirt over his head and shucks his boxer briefs.]
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Date: 2019-06-01 08:53 pm (UTC)It's okay, I just wanted to make sure. [ The invitation that follows, to take a shower as well, has Mananan's gaze following him as he heads into the bathroom. He doesn't immediately move to push himself up, even after hearing Shiro speak out of the door at him. He gives it a little bit longer before he pushes himself up and heads to the doorway of the bathroom, leaning in it as he looks at Shiro's form through the glass shower doors. ]
I don't have anything to change into, so I'll shower when I get home tomorrow. [ It's a late response, but he doesn't miss the second towel that's an equal invitation to follow Shiro's shower with one of his own. Or to follow him inside, but that's out of the question, because of the clarification and Mananan's own questions about whether he might step out of line.
It's easier to settle into conversation through the sound of the water, his arms crossed and shoulder resting against the door frame. ] You can see me whenever you want, Shiro. Even if you just want somebody to watch a movie with or to sleep next to. I'll come to you whenever you want.
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Date: 2019-06-01 10:07 pm (UTC)The water’s hot and the steam’s quick to rise, pluming in the shower. Between the frosted glass and the billows, it’s mostly just the general masculine outline in the shower walls, but the distinct run of flesh color from top to bottom makes it obvious he’s not wearing a thing. Duh. He’s in the shower. Shiro brings his flesh arm in front of him, the blur of metallic and black in the shower door outline signifying the Paladin’s prosthetic. Gray eyes flick to the side as the angel’s voice comes through the spray of water. Oh good, he’s here. That at least makes Shiro feel better.]
You could wear something of mine? We’re about the same height. [Mananan’s a little more lithe than Shiro is, but he doesn’t think that’ll be much a problem. Right, he did invite the angel to sleep over tonight. Which also meant sharing the bed, come to think of it. Shiro frowns a bit as he looks at his hand. Seriously, he’s still wrestling with the shower invitation. Another time and he’d be seriously disturbed at him. But the war’s over, his ex has been dead for over a year, and there had been some… dalliances with the other Paladins during their journey. Is it really so wrong to want to experience some physical bonding with someone? His own angel for that matter? There’s definitely some stupid sacrilegious daring of an excitement tempting on his shoulder… But he doesn’t want to get Mananan in trouble either.
*siiigh*
Shiro looks at the door and the blur of black-clad angel through it. A small smile appears when he’s told he can see him so freely. Including another small flush at the mention of sleeping together again.] I really appreciate that, Mananan. [If he’d had the chance to know so long ago, things… No. He pushes the thought aside. All of that happened for a reason. They survived because of their challenges. And no, Shiro doesn’t think the angel is a miracle genie either. Still… company would’ve been nice at certain intervals. Being lonely is really stressful at times…
The Paladin gives a small breath, a mix of amusement, sarcasm, and ‘can’t believe I’m doing this’ together.] Well then… [The shower door pops from its seal slightly, letting the steam seep through.] How about you come in?
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Date: 2019-06-01 10:58 pm (UTC)The offer of clothes is something he doesn't think too much of, assuming it's for a shower following Shiro's. He figures he can ask for a change of clothes once he's out since it's not something his human can do much about in his current position. So he doesn't offer an answer to that, leaving it hanging as his gaze wanders the bathroom so he's not just staring at Shiro through the glass.
His eyes don't return to him until he hears his name, the sound of it making him smile slightly. And then the shower door pops open and he hears what follows and he's left staring for a couple of seconds. He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. He knows what it could easily lead to, that an invitation into a shower with someone isn't just for the sake of getting clean. Shiro's not some inexperienced, naive guy. ]
Are you sure? [ Mananan moves toward the door, fingers curling around the edge of it as he peers into the shower at Shiro, almost tempted to step inside without stripping anything off at all. ] I want to, but I don't want to go too far.
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Date: 2019-06-02 01:02 am (UTC)He knows what he just offered and it’s sitting there in his ears. Shiro starts slightly when Mananan actually catches the door and peers in. He… hadn’t thought he’d do that. The Paladin’s left standing towards the middle of the shower, facing Mananan, body twisted just slightly since his back’s to the spray. The steam actually does a fair job of hiding anything indecent for the time being. Go figure. But without his shirt, Shiro’s scars are completely visible. Crisscrossing his body, a host of slashes that look like they were made from blades and claws and other such tears. The year in captivity hadn’t done him too many favors.
Shiro blinks at him once before sighing and running a hand through his hair, pulling the white shock of bangs away from his forehead. Shower just splats them back down once he takes his hand away. He has to think for a bit because… honestly, he’s not sure. It’s heartening to hear Mananan wants to at least.] I don’t want you to get in trouble, but… I wouldn’t mind the company either. [He realizes what Mananan’s also concerned about. The “go to far” comment doesn’t fall over his head. Shiro’s not sure if it’ll turn into that or not… or they’ll just end up showering and that’ll be that.]
It's your call. Don’t endanger yourself for me, Mananan. Besides. [He offers the angel a smile.] We’ll still be together for the rest of the day and night.
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Date: 2019-06-05 05:35 am (UTC)Looking into the shower is just for the sake of looking at Shiro as he talks to him. He's seen him naked before, so there's no staring at scars or anything else. The look is simple until he hears the the mention of him getting in trouble. Shiro's remarks, the thought that he's worried about Mananan getting in trouble for something like this, earn a soft laugh before Mananan steps away from the door. ]
It's not about getting in trouble. I'm here with you and I'm planning to bring you back to Heaven again. If I was worried about trouble, I would've tucked you into bed here last night. [ While he's speaking, Shiro will be able to see black clothing being stripped off on the other side of the glass. Clothes are folded over as they're removed and left together before Mananan moves into sight again, stepping into the open door this time to pull it closed behind him. ]
I didn't want you to regret anything. [ He steps closer to Shiro, into the steam and nearer to the spray of water, then reaches out to playfully push those bangs up again, grinning as they end up splatting down shortly after. ] Do you want me to wash your hair?
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Date: 2019-06-05 11:20 pm (UTC)Oh. That… makes sense. [He wouldn’t have made himself known either, considering angels must have known that humans are naturally curious. If not also friendly, to a point. Shiro gets his answer via the dark blur outside the steamed shower door starts to move and lessen. Due to his angel’s dark clothing stripping away. He can see enough blurry outline to realize Mananan’s not just tossing the dressings off to the side and leaving them. That’s nice of him. And neat.
With a soft, smooth hiss, the shower door glides to the side and Shiro watches the angel step into the steam-filled area. The door shuts behind him and he steps back closer to the wall to invite Mananan into the shower spray proper. Mentioning regrets earns a small smile and a light wave of his metal arm.] I don’t think this is something I’m going to regret. [Would anyone regret something like this?
A few stray streams of the shower lance off Mananan’s reaching hand and Shiro blinks when the angel pushes his white bangs up over his forehead. Down they go again and the Paladin ducks his head a little before playfully nudging the other man with his knuckles.] Only if we’re going to trade the favor.
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[OOC: Yo! Got a small hiatus coming up due to family things. I really love the thread and their interactions, so I’d love to continue this once I get back in a week, if you’re game for waiting that long. Sorry for the delay; it’s a bit of a bugger for me too. I might be able to nab something during the week, but don’t count on it. Still, I’m having fun with this so hope we can continue! And for future reference, I’ve no problem if this segues into something sexual~]
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Date: 2019-06-09 06:16 am (UTC)It's after they get out, once they're dried and Mananan has slipped his own underwear back on, that they end up near the bed again. He knows he's already mentioned sleeping with Shiro, sharing a bed, but he can't help wondering if that's a bad idea. But he recognizes that his human seems to like the bits of intimacy they've shared thus far and that he invited him to stay in the first place.
So he decides against backing out and leaving Shiro on his own, wanting to be a companion as much as he's his angel.
That's how he ends up in bed with Shiro, reaching out to gently slide his fingers along his prosthetic arm, propping his elbow on the mattress so he can rest his head against his free hand as he gives him a curious look. ]
Can you feel that?
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Date: 2019-06-11 02:46 am (UTC)Drying off had been much the same, though Shiro got himself a clean pair of boxer briefs since who knows what with his original pair. Perhaps they really should have gone out and spent some more of the fading day together, but if Shiro’s honest, he was perfectly happy just collapsing in the bed and spending the rest of the night under the sheets. Though it took another reminder and even a small, playful push to get Mananan to agree to get in said bed with him. Shiro sleeps military anyways, so it’s not like the angel has to worry about him clinging to him during the night… Even though Siro instantly feels a mixture of apprehension of sharing his bed with another man and intense relief at doing the same. The want far outweighs the caution. Mostly because he knows this is his own angel with him.
If Mananan had ultimately backed out and departed, Shiro wouldn’t have blamed him. But, he’s glad he stayed.
The Paladin glances down as fingers run over his metal arm. He’s currently lying on his back, resting beside Mananan, sheets draped at an angle just at his hips. He curls his metal fingers, the sound of the alien tech nigh-silent and motions smooth. He’s not surprised at the angel’s curiosity.] No. It’s only sensitive to electric stimulations. [Blunt force and tactile stimulation do as much for it as flicking someone’s numb arm. He recognizes the pressure, as in something’s touching or moving his arm, but no warmth or cool, no smooth or rough. Just… there. Electrical or energy-based interactions, however…]
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Date: 2019-06-18 09:54 am (UTC)Sensitive in a good way or a bad way?
[ He doubts he can produce electrical energy, but something more magical... maybe. He can't help wondering if everything Shiro feels in relation to that arm is bad or if it all depends on the intentions of the person doing something to it.
But he doesn't stick on it for too long, his fingers soon sliding against bare skin, gently tracing over scars as Mananan looks Shiro over without the steam and water and soap to get in his way. He's seen him before, more than enough times, but he's never had the opportunity to touch. So he does, careful like the scars might still bring some amount of pain. He doesn't intend to touch on the past that's led to so many of the marks on Shiro's body, but he does lean in after a bit longer so he can press a kiss to his bare shoulder, almost a silent apology for being unable to do more for his human in the past.
And then, with his lips still against skin: ] Have you ever gone swimming?
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Date: 2019-06-19 01:00 am (UTC)But Mananan’s curiosity about it he takes in stride. Not the first time someone’s asked about it.] So far, it’s only ever been the bad way. No one’s ever tried anything gentle with it.
[He’ll admit, it did feel kind of nice to use the arm to break into the Galra’s system. And Pidge had always been careful when hooking his arm up to her computer or other such things. But most of the time, fighting with the thing and using it as an impromptu power source… are not comfortable. It’s somewhat obvious, since gentle touches wouldn’t trigger that pressure sensation, so he doubts he’d feel it. Physically. Gentle energy? He’s never had such a thing happen. But Mananan’s right; it does depend on the person’s intentions.
Shiro’s grateful they don’t linger on the arm too long. They can come back to it later if the angel wants. He’s acutely aware of softer touches on his skin, fingers sliding over his flesh. Nerves pick up the warmth and smoothness of Mananan’s fingertips, but the feelings momentarily dim or fade each time the angel crosses his scars, depending on their size. Eyes on his skin… It’s not the same as the lecherous, fearful, and murderous gazes he’s felt during his captivity. Not even the adoring gazes he’s received as a pilot and Paladin. It’s different. Curious. Nice. His skin’s light, smooth to touch despite the scars and molding to the hard bulges and curves of Shiro’s defined muscles. The angel’s eyes and his touch make him feel rather naked despite the boxer briefs on his lower half, but it’s not uncomfortable much. Unfortunately, some of the scars touched do pull back memories of how he got them, and he’s grateful for when Mananan leans over and kisses his shoulder. It pulls him out of his thoughts and back to reality. Before he can really think about it, Shiro leans over as well and brushes his mouth against the top of his angel’s head, resting his nose and lips among the raven-black strands. Good… it feels good. He feels good.
The Paladin shivers a bit as lips brush against his flesh, words melting on his skin.] A few times. I learned as a kid and it was required for the Garrison soldier. I haven’t done it recently though. Have you?
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Date: 2019-06-19 03:26 am (UTC)Feeling the way Shiro seems to nuzzle his hair leaves Mananan smiling to himself, comfortable like this. He wonders if the Paladin knows that he gives that kind of feeling, a sort of comfort even though it's not something the angel is seeking.
He lets out a soft hum against his skin. ] No. We have running water in Heaven, but we don't have bodies of water. Pools might exist, but my family has never had one.
[ His fingers trail across Shiro's chest, pressing over his heart for a few moments, just feeling it beat before his hand slides lower and comes to rest near his navel. He lifts his head, looking down at Shiro now that he's leaning into him like this. ]
Can I take you on a vacation one day? It can be short if you want it to be. We can go wherever you want. [ It's an open offer, one without any motive behind it aside from wanting to give Shiro a little bit of a break from life. Mananan knows things are calm now, but he still thinks Shiro - and the rest of the Paladins, for that matter - could use a genuine vacation. ]
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Date: 2019-06-20 02:40 am (UTC)His eyes close as he rests his face against the black hair. Silky, smooth, breathing in the scent of water and shampoo and something uniquely Mananan’s. Having someone touch him gently like this, being able to return it, are treasures he’d gone without for what felt like eternity. Maybe it broke him inside, left scars, a longing for contact… touch starved. The soft hum shivers through his nerves and he finds his flesh hand wandering fingers over Mananan’s side, following the curve at the top of his pelvis and then moving up.] That’s too bad. Swimming is fun, and it’s good exercise too.
[Shiro’s powerful chest flexes as fingers traipse over the curves and his heart picks up a few paces when Mananan rests over his beating organ. There are scars there too, suggesting it’s been attacked before. Another shiver ripples down his spine, following his angel’s descending fingers. From his chest over the washboard contours of the Paladin’s sculpted abdominal muscles. Smooth skin, no body hair, just the scars, and Shiro lifts his head and leans back when Mananan looks at him. Down at him, thanks to the lean over him.
The question leaves him blinking for a second. But… warmth quickly floods through his chest at the tenderness behind the simple request. Shiro just… looks at his angel. People have told him to take a break, go on vacation, lighten up, but he’s always had something to do (though he did have leisure fun a number of times with the other Paladins). But still… he’s calm, serious, military, a leader. He’s the one telling others to take a break and get some rest. To have it returned, from someone who’s made it a point he looks out for Shiro… it’s really touching. A soft smile, grateful and touched, appears on his face and the ex-Galra slave nods.] I’d like that, Mananan. Really. … Thanks.
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Date: 2019-06-22 04:13 am (UTC)Which is why he's still looking down at him, nodding slightly at the thanks he receives and considering the placement of his own hand. Mananan feels certain that Shiro would say something if his touches were too much, but he can't help wondering. There's still mild worry lingering in the back of his mind, knowing his own past actions with a former lover and how easily his own pushiness can come out. ]
Can I kiss you? [ His fingers trail back upward toward Shiro's chest again, palm gently flattening over his heart once more, curious about the reaction his question will get. Shiro looks so relaxed at the moment that he imagines it'd be hard to hide a sudden change in the way he feels. In the moment, Mananan wants to show him every tiny bit of affection he has for him, the attachment he feels, but he doesn't want to push that if it isn't wanted. ]
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Date: 2019-06-22 01:45 pm (UTC)It's really a tender suggestion, made even more touching by the angel’s hand on him. So warm and kind. For someone who’d lost a past love to the ravages of battle, then been scarred for a year under the lusts and rage that swelters in slavery, and finally to reemerge only to enter into war again… part of his heart is rapidly warning him about attempting to form anything beyond friendship and simple relationships for physical benefits. Shiro’s not really a “romantic” of a person, duty-bound, calm, and stoic despite his kindness and leadership qualities. But… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want…
The question surprises him for a moment, his heart picking up a beat or so beneath the angel’s hand. It’s forward, but nothing he’s not encountered before—he’s had some encounters where they don’t even bother asking. Shiro doesn’t move from his resting on the bed, eyes lingering on Mananan despite knowing the angel can feel his heart. Affection… Shiro’s surprise softens into a gentle embarrassment, but he obviously looks touched by the notion. Resting his hand over Mananan’s again, the Paladin leans forward.] I should be asking, “can I?”
[And rests his forehead against the other man’s, bringing them in close enough to complete that action if the angel wants.]