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It was late, Etho was almost falling asleep as he sat at the bar, listening to the chatting of his fellow Hermits. He hadn't even really drank anything, he just came by to socialize, and any time Ren built a bar on the server it had a really nice atmosphere. But he had a busy day leading up to this and now he was drifting off, not helped by Doc being nearby talking to Ren, his low voice so soothing it was lulling Etho to sleep.
Then he heard footsteps and the sound of someone sitting next to him, and he looked over to see Scar giving him a charming smile, holding a glass of something he couldn't identify but smelled fruity.
“What are you doing, sitting here all alone?” Scar asked, finishing his drink and then setting it on the counter. Ren picked it up and started cleaning it, continuing to talk to Doc. They were getting flirty with each other and Etho's thoughts went to Bdubs, but it was late and Bdubs was definitely already in bed.
“Oh, I don't know,” Etho said, shrugging. “Just relaxing. Probably gonna go home soon and get some sleep.”
“Yeah? Are you going to go home alone?” Scar asked, lowering his voice. His hand went to Etho's thigh and Etho saw he was looking flushed, the top few buttons of his shirt undone.
Heat rose to Etho's cheeks, Scar was attractive but he had never gotten this sort of interest from him before. “Probably, um... how much have you had to drink, Scar?”
“Oh, not much,” Scar said. “I was a little tipsy earlier but it's already passed. Now I'm just looking for someone to spend the night with.”
“Yeah? You pick up here often?” Etho asked, a little nervous but intrigued. Many of the Hermits had whole networks of partners, and would happily sleep around with each other, but he was more reserved about who he allowed himself to be that vulnerable and intimate with. He was in a relationship with Bdubs and enjoyed sleeping with him, and sometimes he would spend nights with Doc, but that was it. He was satisfied with what he had and when other Hermits would flirt with him, he usually turned them down.
But there was an easiness about the way Scar touched his leg, it was an invitation that Etho knew he could decline but he found himself drawn to the promise in Scar's eyes. He did want some company tonight. Doc already seemed to have plans with Ren, both of their tails were wagging quickly and Doc was petting Ren's cheek while Ren leaned into it, as happy as can be. Etho wasn't going to intrude on what they were planning, nor was he going to wake up Bdubs.
So perhaps... he could try something new, and go home with Scar.
“Oh yeah, pretty often,” Scar replied, slowly rubbing his hand along Etho's leg. It was very forward of him but Etho liked the confidence. He turned himself more toward Scar, making his body language more open, and he didn't miss how Scar's eyes flicked up and down his body before returning to his face. Scar smirked and Etho found himself looking at a scar that crossed from his upper lip to one of his eyes. Scars were usually only left by injuries received in certain combat-focused servers, or when injuries were forced to heal naturally without the help of potions or respawn. Certain magical injuries also remained permanently. Every mark that graced Scar's skin had a story behind it. He wondered what those stories were.
“I know it's not usually your thing,” Scar said. “But I thought I'd take a chance. I'm looking for a little fun tonight. So, are you interested in some good times with Scar?”
Etho couldn't help it; he snorted, then started laughing. Scar grinned, revealing that he had a few false teeth made of diamond.
“Alright,” Etho said, shrugging. “Your place or mine?”
“Come back home with me. I have the best bed,” Scar said. “You're going to be so comfortable.”
“Works for me.” Etho shifted to get up but Scar stayed sitting, stopping him. Scar leaned in and Etho held still, eyes widening as Scar's breath ghosted across the front of his mask and he moved his free hand to Etho's cheek. A couple fingers slipped under the fabric.
“Can I kiss you?” Scar asked.
Etho could feel his heart pounding in his chest, breath coming more quickly. He glanced around, then back at Scar, swallowing. He nodded once. Scar slid his mask down and pressed their lips together. Etho responded slowly, letting Scar lead, wanting to see what he liked. Scar's tongue glanced against his lip and Etho relaxed his jaw a little, leaning into it.
Scar made a pleased noise that made heat drip into Etho's gut, then tapped a couple fingers against his lower lip and murmured, “Open your mouth a little?”
Etho grew flustered but listened, parting his lips and letting Scar kiss him deeper, shivering at the sensuality of Scar's tongue pressing alongside his. Scar kept a hand on his leg, but now he moved it higher, over toward Etho's groin. He stopped just short of it though, instead just casually circling his fingers on the inside of Etho's thigh as they kissed.
Scar turned his face aside to catch his breath, then gave him a lighter kiss. “What's your preference?” Scar asked. “Can I top you?”
“Yeah, I'm good with anything,” Etho replied. “I'll top, bottom, whatever.”
“Ooh, versatile, very nice. I can bottom but I have to be in the right mood. Topping just feels most natural for me.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Everyone has their preferences.” Etho was feeling a little worked up now. He decided to be a little bold too, finding Scar's hand where it still rested on his leg and pulling it higher, pressing his palm to his growing hardness. “So you'll help me take care of this, hm?”
“Mm, I'll take such good care of you,” Scar promised, his voice growing husky. He gently squeezed and Etho moaned, and with the way Scar was looking at him, he had a feeling the man wouldn't hesitate to jerk him off right here in front of everyone. But Etho wasn't an exhibitionist, so he again moved to get off his stool and this time, Scar let go of him and got up too.
“Let's go to your place,” Etho said. Scar nodded and happily led him out, and as they passed mingling Hermits, a few of them patted Etho on the back and told him to have fun.
It didn't take long to get back to Scar's place, but Etho spent it thinking about what he was doing, wondering what Scar would be like, hoping it went well. He's heard people talk about Scar, he had a good reputation as both a dom and a top. So Etho was looking forward to a good time. Scar was sweet and generous, so he was expecting him to be a very attentive lover.
It felt like they were in the base and walking into Scar's bedroom in almost no time at all. Etho looked around, taking in the decorations and the pleasing color palette, then looked back at Scar just as he pressed their fronts together, kissing him again. Etho had pulled his mask back up while leaving the bar, but Scar just slipped it back down, kissing him like he's done it countless times before.
“I don't really know your limits,” Scar said as he pressed kisses along Etho's face, going to his ear and then closing his teeth on it. Etho hissed, back arching a bit, but he pressed himself to Scar's leg as the pain made his cock ache. He could feel Scar's smile in response. “So talk to me, Etho. What do you like? What do you dislike?”
“Ah, well. I'm a little bit of a masochist but I don't like real intense stuff, a little bit of biting is okay but not when it's hard enough to make me bleed, and scratching is good. I like when people talk dirty to me, and when they tell me I'm doing good. Please don't say anything degrading? I don't like to feel like I'm being shamed for liking something.”
“Of course not, I wouldn't do that,” Scar said.
“I know some people will say things like that and they're just teasing, but I still don't like it. I'll be honest, Scar. I'm nervous. I don't sleep with new people often. So... so I'm sorry if it's awkward.”
“You don't need to apologize, it's going to go just fine,” Scar assured him. “I'm going to make you feel amazing. All I ask is that you talk to me, okay? I can move fast, and I can be pushy, so tell me if you want me to stop something, and definitely tell me if you love something. I want you to have a good time. It's kinda my whole brand, Etho.”
Etho chuckled. “Alright. I trust you.”
“We'll take it one step at a time. Step one, getting out of all these clothes.” Scar stepped out of his shoes and began tugging his clothes off. He did it without hesitation, not shy about his body, and Etho spent a little too long staring as he revealed nicely-toned muscles and more scars.
Then Etho got a hold of himself and undressed too, letting his clothes fall to the floor, though his mask was put in his inventory. He didn't like just leaving it sitting around.
Once Scar was naked, he went over to a chest and took a towel out, laying it across the bed to protect the covers. Then he turned and sat on the end of the bed, reclining back and resting his legs apart as he gestured for Etho to come over. Etho looked him over and his breath caught, he looked marvelous. Those long legs, his defined ab muscles, the dark hair forming a happy trail from his chest down toward his groin. Etho lingered on his cock, Scar was hard and Etho swallowed nervously as he saw how big he was. He didn't seem to have quite the same length as Doc, but he was definitely thicker.
Etho walked over to him and was tugged up onto his lap, Scar not giving him any choice but to spread his legs over his, straddling him as Scar kissed him. Etho closed his eyes, letting himself relax into it more than he could at the bar. Now that no one else was around, he could just focus on Scar, the softness of his lips and the heat of his breath.
Scar ran his hands along Etho's back, pressing into his spine and down toward his ass, squeezing it. Etho shifted his hips, feeling shy as Scar's erection pressed against his, but it felt good too. Scar kept exploring him, sliding a hand around to his front and up toward his chest, pinching one of his nipples.
Etho grunted, leaning back from the kiss.
“Don't like that?” Scar asked, rubbing his thumb against him instead.
“They aren't that sensitive,” Etho said. “Just... wanted to let you know, so you don't waste your time. That doesn't really do much for me.”
“No? That's fine, just means I get to look for all the places you are sensitive,” Scar said. He brushed their lips back together, rubbing Etho's chest and trailing his fingers down, his touch feather light against Etho's stomach. Etho inhaled, skin tingling. He had a sensitive stomach and responded violently if someone tickled him, but he liked gentle stroking and kissing there. He wondered if he should let Scar know, but it looked like Scar had noticed his reaction.
Scar kept petting his stomach, tracing his thumb around his belly button, and Etho shivered, sighing softly.
“There we go. Does that feel good?” Scar stroked his hips too, feeling along the ridges of his pelvis, but then his hands were back on Etho's stomach, almost reverent as they slid up and down.
“Oh yeah,” Etho replied, eyes closed as he enjoyed it. “Just please don't tickle me, I hate that.”
“Got it. Here, why don't we lay down, I want to do something.”
Etho agreed and Scar laid him down on his back, crawling over him and leaning down to kiss his sternum. Etho watched, eyes half open as Scar kissed his way down toward his stomach. When he reached it, he grazed his teeth against him, then bit down. Etho winced, unsure how he felt about that. Scar licked over the spot, putting a soothing pressure on it, then moved his mouth over and bit again. It hurt but it also sent a jolt of excitement through him, his hips grinding thoughtlessly up against Scar.
“You like that, hm?” Scar lapped his tongue against him, running it into the dip of Etho's pelvis, going so low that Etho held his breath, waiting to feel his tongue on his cock. But Scar didn't go that far, instead kissing just above the base and going back up, dipping the very tip of his tongue into Etho's belly button. He giggled, and when Scar slowly dragged his tongue up, the sound melted into a moan.
“That's good, just like that,” Etho encouraged, playing with Scar's hair. Scar hummed and licked down toward his cock again, this time mouthing the side of it and wrapping fingers around him.
“I want to suck you off,” Scar said and Etho was sure he twitched in his grip. He looked down and felt a wave of arousal at the plain lust in Scar's eyes. He nodded, and Scar took him into his mouth without another word. He had expected more teasing with just lips, so the sudden heat around his cock made him moan, arching.
“Oh boy, Scar, you do move fast,” Etho said breathlessly. Scar patted his leg and sank further onto him, giving Etho no time to get used to it. Scar was already bobbing his head, sucking on him and taking him deep, and it felt so good Etho squirmed against the covers, tossing his head back as he panted and moaned. He already felt like he was about to come.
He petted Scar's hair, resting a leg across his back. “Sc-scar, god, that feels so good, keep going just like that, a-ahh, I'm close...”
Scar sped up, Etho crying out softly at the tightness of Scar's throat around him, he couldn't hold back anymore. He tapped his head, warning him that he was going to finish, but Scar didn't pull off him. So he gave in, clumsily rocking his hips as he came. Scar swallowed, moving his head a few more times before sliding off him, panting. Etho opened his eyes, feeling a little dazed, and when he made eye contact, saw that Scar was hungrily staring him down.
“Feeling good?” Scar asked, his voice noticeably more hoarse now.
“Great,” Etho said. “Is your throat okay?”
“Oh, I'm wonderful. What's a little soreness after giving someone a good orgasm, hm? Mm, you look good right now.” Scar admired him, then pushed himself up and moved over toward the nightstand, grabbing a bottle from it. “I can't wait to fuck you.”
Etho snorted out a laugh, surprised at Scar's crassness. He liked it though, feeling a shiver of fresh arousal.
“This is where I like to get a little... intense,” Scar said as he coated his fingers with lube. “If you say stop at any point, I'll stop. But if you don't, I'm going to assume you're okay with what's happening. So please, speak up if you have to.”
“Of course,” Etho said, tilting his head as he wondered what Scar was planning.
Scar nodded, then he said, “Then get on your knees, please. On the towel, knees apart for me, and rest on your elbows.”
Scar's tone was a disarming mix of polite and authoritative. It reminded Etho of when Doc took over in the bedroom and he found it difficult to ignore. He rolled over, raising his hips and feeling embarrassed at letting Scar see him like this.
“There you go, so good,” Scar said, gently rubbing his ass. “Now just relax while I open you up for me.”
Etho nodded and rested his head on his arms as Scar slid his fingers along the crack of his ass. He was still self-conscious but he knew it would pass. He took a deep breath when Scar touched his hole, and Scar didn't wait long before pressing a finger inside. He moved it back and forth only a few times before pushing in a second.
Etho tensed slightly and Scar asked, “Does it hurt?”
“No. Just... felt weird,” Etho replied, sighing and letting the tension back out of his muscles. Only for Scar to push both fingers in firmly, the suddenness of it making him yelp. “Scar!”
“Hm?” Scar rocked them in and out, and though Etho wouldn't call it painful, the stretch was uncomfortable and he clenched up a bit, trying to resist it. Scar clicked his tongue. “You're supposed to be relaxing, Etho.”
“I can't- you're being a little too rough back there!”
“Am I? You're not bleeding or anything, I'm using plenty of lube. Take some deep breaths for me. You're alright.”
Etho focused on his breathing and Scar kept going. Etho pushed his face into his arms, groaning as Scar's fingers moved inside him. It stung, and while he was a masochist in the right contexts, it still made him want to wiggle his hips away. He held still though, not wanting to disappoint Scar, and he naturally did end up relaxing despite how much it ached.
“There you go, very good,” Scar praised, pressing a few kisses to Etho's ass cheeks that made him feel newly flustered. Then Scar pressed a third finger in and he whimpered, dipping his back as he tried to find a more comfortable angle. Scar slid his fingers deep, rubbing over his prostate and sending a jolt of pleasure to the tip of his cock. He moaned at that, and Scar did it again, pressing hard enough that it started as pleasure but then turned into an ache that spread through his pelvis. Etho bit into his arm to keep himself from crying out.
“You're not used to this, huh?” Scar asked.
Etho let go of his arm. “I've been fingered,” he said. “But it just... it was slower, than this. More gentle.”
“I figured. Doc?”
“Yeah. And Bdubs, sometimes.”
“Mm. Doc looks like he could be rough, but he's a sweetheart, isn't he?” Scar was moving his fingers to a rhythm now, all three thrusting in and out and making Etho squirm beneath him, gasping.
“He's so gentle,” Etho confirmed, pushing a hand into his hair and gripping it as he tried to get used to the sensations. “He takes it slow, not... not like this. This hurts, Scar.”
“Does it? Mm. Does it hurt enough that you want me to stop?”
After some thought, Etho replied, “No.” It was a lot, but some part of him was enjoying Scar's roughness, and he wanted to see what else Scar had in store for him.
“Good boy,” Scar murmured, so low and pleased that Etho felt warm and tingly all over. It was worth it, knowing he was making the other happy. “You said you're a little bit of a masochist, well... I'm a bit of a sadist. I like when my partner struggles. I like knowing that they're uncomfortable, even in pain, but they give themselves up to me anyway. Because they want me to feel good. So this?” He shoved his fingers in, twisting them harshly and making Etho cry out and bite the towel, groaning against it. “This is very good. You just keep taking it for me, you're doing so well.”
Etho nodded, overwhelmed but willing. He laid there obediently while Scar massaged his prostate, the blunt sensation spreading like a bruise inside him, and after a few minutes of it he could feel his cock starting to fill once more. He was a little surprised, he didn't even really find this pleasurable, but he supposed the stimulation was getting to him anyway.
Scar finally pulled his fingers out, Etho sighing with relief as he did, and Scar felt around his rim and tugged slightly at it. “There we go, you should be ready for me now.”
Etho heard the sound of the lube being opened and closed again, Scar slicking himself up. He waited, nervous but excited too. He wanted to see how Scar's cock felt inside him.
Scar mounted him, stroking his back while lining his cock up with his hole. He nudged against him and Etho trembled at the size of him, he knew it was going to ache, but he was ready for it.
When Scar leaned his weight forward, pressing inside, Etho squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled as Scar sank deeper. He felt huge, Etho's insides far too sensitive to touch after the rough fingering, and Etho's exhale turned into a whine when Scar's fingers dug into Etho's thighs and yanked him backward.
“Scar!” Etho arched as the other went too deep, too fast, pain blooming through him. Scar stopped though, holding him there and giving him a few moments to acclimate. It was a lot though, an intrusive sensation that he wanted to get away from, and Scar didn't let him. He knew Scar would, if he asked, but he liked the feeling of being caught, like Scar could just do whatever he wanted to him and he wouldn't be able to escape.
Scar moved again, rolling his hips smoothly, Etho tearing up at the vicious pleasure-pain that pulsed through him. He tried to keep quiet at first, but then Scar leaned over him and stroked his cheek.
“Let me hear you,” Scar encouraged. “I want to know how you're feeling.”
“Hurts,” Etho replied, choking up a little as Scar pressed again against his prostate, the sensation more intense now that he was using his cock. But then Scar withdrew in a slow glide that felt incredible, and when he pressed back in, Etho moaned, “But it's good, ohh... don't stop.”
“That's what I like to hear. Lift your hips up for me a little more, there you go. Good.” Scar settled into a rhythm, firmly fucking him with deep, smooth strokes that had Etho nearly mindless with pleasure. There was a slight pain from Scar's fingernails digging into his hip, but he didn't care, focused entirely on how Scar felt inside him. It felt like he was being cored out, molded to Scar's shape, and every time Scar's hips pressed flush to his, Etho felt like he couldn't possibly take it again, but he did, over and over.
Etho could barely think, it was just too much. He gave himself up to it, rocking himself back against Scar and letting himself groan and cry out as he was filled. Scar stroked his face at one point and Etho registered the tears on his cheeks, how they trailed down around his mouth and dripped off his chin.
“Aw, crying? You poor thing. It's almost over,” Scar assured him, not sounding particularly apologetic. If anything, realizing Etho was crying seemed to make him even more eager. He kept pounding into him, reaching between his legs and taking him in hand.
Etho tensed, then moaned helplessly as Scar jerked him off, his hand nearly as rough as his hips. He wasn't hurting him, but it was firm, though he lightened up each time he reached the head and would brush his thumb over the tip before tightening his grip as he went back down. It was delectable and Etho rutted against him, chasing after his release now as tension and heat built between his legs.
He hadn't realized quite how close he was, but now Scar was quickly pushing him toward the edge and he was desperate to reach that peak. He didn't know how it would feel after all this, it could even hurt, but that didn't stop him from wanting it.
“That's it, come on, Etho. Fuck, you look so good. I want to see you come for me,” Scar growled, and the command in his voice seemed to go right to Etho's cock. He went rigid as the waves of release finally found him, a sharp, scratchy pleasure crashing over him as he came against Scar's hand and onto the towel below. He rocked with Scar a few more times as he was stroked through it, moaning softly, too worn out to be any louder. The pleasure quickly tipped into discomfort and overstimulation as Scar kept going, but Etho didn't expect him to stop.
Scar had made it clear he would go until he was satisfied, and Etho struggling with it would only make it better for him. So Etho laid there, whimpering at the rough sensation each time Scar thrust in, though he was glad that Scar had let go of his cock and was now holding his hips with both hands.
“So good,” Scar praised. “Bet you're tired now, huh? You ready for it to be over?”
“A little,” Etho admitted, surprised he could even still talk. His voice sounded wrecked.
“Yeah. Not too much longer. You've been amazing.”
Etho nodded, flopping his head down and sighing. He felt like he was about to pass out. He wasn't sure he's ever felt this sore and Scar was still relentlessly grinding into him, strong hands moving Etho's hips himself since Etho didn't have the energy to do it himself anymore.
Scar pressed to his back, wrapping an arm around Etho's middle and kissing along his neck, whispering, “So, so good. You feel perfect. Can I come inside you?”
Etho nodded, then cried out weakly when Scar sank his teeth into his throat. A few more thrusts and Scar was finishing. His release was hot and stung against Etho's insides, and Etho clenched a few times, ready for him to pull out. Scar let go of his throat, kissing it and nuzzling against his hair.
“Ohh, there we go. You did so well. Let me just...” Scar pulled out of him and Etho winced, clenching the towel up between his fingers. Scar gently felt over his hole and Etho had to muffle a groan against the bed, feeling so sore that he was sure Scar must have torn something. He could feel slickness as Scar's finger circled around, but then Scar said, “You're alright. Might be a little inflamed later, but you're not bleeding. Just take it easy for a bit.”
“Yeah. Definitely,” Etho replied, sighing and rubbing his eyes. His knees were shaky and he let himself flop fully down onto his front, exhaustion like a lead blanket thrown over his back. His mind was hazy, his body ached, but his afterglow was fantastic.
“I know you probably don't want to move, but I need to get you cleaned up. We can sleep afterward, okay?”
“Scar, come on,” Etho complained.
“Nope, it's non-negotiable. We're taking a bath.”
“I... okay, a bath is acceptable,” Etho relented. “But you might need to carry me.”
“Can do.” Scar eased him over onto his back and then gathered him up in his arms, lifting him from the bed with a soft grunt, but otherwise didn't seem to use much effort as he carried him over to the bathroom.
Etho was impressed. He looked up at Scar's face, his vision a little dim around the edges, but he could see him well enough. Scar smiled warmly at him, looking so happy that Etho decided it was all worth it, he would do all of this again to see that smile on Scar's face. It didn't matter how much he had to work for it, as long as he got the pleasure of knowing it was a job well done.
Scar had him sit on the edge of the bathtub while he got the water running, and Etho shifted and groaned as pain flared up from his ass. Scar cooed at him and hugged him, playing with his hair.
“You did so well, thank you so much for doing that for me,” Scar said.
“Heh, no problem. It was... different,” Etho said.
Scar put the plug down once the water was warm enough, pouring in various soaps and products, letting it bubble up. The smell of eucalpytus filled the air and Etho's eyes briefly drifted shut. He wasn't sure he would be able to stay awake long enough to get back to the bed. But he forced his eyes back open when Scar helped him into the tub, sitting down while Scar climbed in behind him. Scar had Etho lean back against him, then wrapped his arms around him, kissing the side of his neck.
“How do you feel?” Scar asked.
“Sore,” Etho replied. “But I feel good. That was really intense, and I don't think I could do that often, but... it was fun. I liked it.”
“Good. I was worried I was a little too rough for you. You never stopped me, but then... some people find it hard to speak up.” Scar kissed his way toward Etho's ear, then went back down, crossing the back of his neck and beginning to kiss the other side of his face.
“I would have spoken up,” Etho assured him. “I always do if I don't like something. But I liked that. It was a challenge, but I wanted to do that for you. You really seemed to enjoy it. And it did feel pretty good. It was just a lot.”
“I'm glad you still liked it.”
“Yeah. I think I might have liked some warning ahead of time, that it was going to be like that? But I'm not upset or anything. Just surprised.”
Scar rested his chin on Etho's shoulder. “I like when people are surprised,” he purred. “They still get to choose whether to let it continue. And hey, if someone does directly ask me what I'm planning, I'll tell them. You didn't. So...”
“So you just went full speed ahead. Don't you think that's a bit of a dangerous tactic?”
“It can be. But I'm pretty good at reading people. I had a feeling you would like it. And if you hadn't, well. Again, I would have stopped. I would have taken a gentler approach. But I find it's more fun doing that to people who aren't expecting it, but they let me keep going anyway, it's so hot.” He squeezed Etho's waist. “But it's okay if you don't like that. If we do this again, I can make sure I negotiate more with you in advance, if that's what you want.”
“N-no, it's... it's okay,” Etho said, blushing as he looked down at the water. He ran his fingers through the bubbles. “I see the appeal in surprising people with it. I kinda wish you had told me, but at the same time, I like that you didn't? I don't know, I might need some time to think about it. But I'm not mad. I liked it, I promise.”
Scar nuzzled him, pressing more kisses to his neck and the side of his face. The gentle affection was a really nice contrast to the sex and it made Etho feel more grounded. Scar might have absolutely steamrolled over him, but his aftercare was lovely.
Scar kept holding him as the tub finished filling with water, then leaned forward to turn it off. He started cleaning Etho off, washing his hair thoroughly and collecting the bubbles that had foamed up around them, working the soap into Etho's skin. It was soothing and he closed his eyes, drifting off as he rested against Scar. Scar let him doze, only waking him up when he had to splash clean water over his head to rinse his hair out.
Etho yawned and shook his head a bit, raising a hand to shake the water from his hair. Scar smiled at him and then focused on cleaning himself off, then reached around Etho again to pull the plug up from the drain.
“Just gotta wash the suds off and then we can go to bed,” Scar said, turning the water back on so he could rinse them both off.
Etho agreed but was too tired to talk much now. He scooped some of the water up and splashed it onto himself, then cupped some more so he could drink.
“Oh, right,” Scar said, rubbing his back. “Do you want anything to eat or drink before we go to bed?”
“I'm okay,” Etho replied. “But maybe... we could do breakfast?”
“I would love to make you breakfast. You like bacon and eggs?”
“Works for me.”
“Great. And I'll get you a regen potion too, I think that'll help.”
“Yeah, definitely.”
They soon got out of the tub, Scar climbing out first and then helping Etho out, then drying him off with a fluffy towel. After drying himself off, Scar helped Etho back into the bedroom. Etho didn't need to be carried this time but it was still uncomfortable walking, so he was glad it was a short trip.
Scar picked up the towel he had laid under Etho earlier, folding it up and tossing it to the floor before climbing up onto the bed with him. Etho felt a little shy as they crawled naked under the covers together, but it was nice being taken into Scar's arms, and as he laid his head down against Scar's chest, he relaxed rather quickly.
It was warm, Scar smelled nice, and he was more than ready to go to sleep. He drifted off listening to the beating of Scar's heart, and as Scar rested a hand in his hair and petted softly, it soothed him even more.
It might be a while before he did, but Etho thought he wouldn't mind doing this again.