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[Saturn has on swim trunks and an open overshirt, which he's slipping off easily to hang up, but he's about halfway through that when he turns to Vicious to answer and is immediately distracted. Because that is a noticeable ring!]

—You pierced it?! Really . . .

[This is not a bad surprise, though.]

Hm? Oh.

[Vicious glances down at his own chest. Oh right! That!]

Yeah. Or, well, Ingo pierced it, a little while ago.

[He continues to strip.]

[This is also not a bad surprise per se, but it's much more of a surprise, and now Saturn has to come over to get a look at this.]

What?! Ingo did it? I had no idea he knew how to do this—how did it even come up that you'd think to ask him?

Oh, he didn't know how to do it. He found a whole book about it and was real nervous.

[It's a clean piercing, however. Who knows if Vicious could even get an infection or anything regardless, but Ingo was pretty meticulous about it.]

But he wanted to do it, so I offered. S'cause he was disappointed it didn't stay for very long when he bit me.

Wha...really.

[His hand goes to cover his own mouth, hovering there. Damn?! The other hand lifts as if to touch the piercing, though he doesn't quite yet.]

But you two aren't together anymore, are you?

If by "together" ya mean havin' sex sometimes, then no. This was part of his last blitz of doin' as much stuff as he could before cuttin' himself off.

[Vicious smirks a little.]

You like it?

Blitz.

[Wow. Just wow. Saturn rubs his face and takes a breath, resolving to shove those thoughts away, at least for now. He brings his hand closer to the ring.]

May I? It looks good on you. Ha . . . should I be jealous that another man marked you?

Eh? Go for it.

[Vicious shifts forward towards his touch]

Dunno if you should. Are you?

[Saturn takes a quick look around to make sure no one is in here at least for now, and then he moves in closer to bring a thumb up to circle the nipple and then flick at the ring, fascinated.]

. . . I don't think that's the word I'd use, no. Inspired, maybe. Excited . . . and maybe envious more than jealous. That I didn't think of such a thing myself first.

Hnn.

[Vicious's nipple hardens slightly at the touch.]

And what would ya have done if ya had?

[Saturn has to make a conscious effort to not just shove Vicious up against the shower wall and escalate, but he does make the effort. No! At least, not yet. He is crowding close, though, thumb still stroking idly near the piercing without quite touching it.]

Well. I can't say I'd have gone right for your nipple. Ingo is a man full of surprises, isn't he? But no, I wouldn't have thought of it myself . . . your ear, surely.

Heh.

[Vicious settles a hand on Saturn's hip and draws even closer, with a slight purr at the touch. He is not discouraging this activity.]

He did think of of the ears first, but he wanted it somewhere it wasn't visible. I suggested my dick, but that was a little much for him, 'specially since it'd make it too temptin' for him to look at it. So this is where we landed.

[How does this just keep getting More. Saturn hiccups out a laugh, covering his mouth briefly with his hand, though it's also a little sound of fascinated pleasure at the whole . . . everything.]

And he's not tempted by this? I don't believe that for a moment. I am. I wonder what he'd think of me shamelessly abusing it?

[He moves his hand to hook into the ring and tug it lightly.]

More importantly, I wonder what you'd think if I did?

[Vicious groans at the tug, the sound already pretty lewd.]

...Hah. Wouldn't say he ain't tempted, but I guess lookin' at my chest is more appropriate? I don't really get the line he's drawin', but it's his line, not mine.

[He smirks.]

But this is mine now, not his. I can do whatever I want with it. And I think you should abuse it as much as ya want.

What, right here, in the shower?

[By now him saying this isn't even a protest. It's just a statement of the obvious, because it's not stopping him, and he doesn't say it as if he thinks it should. Instead he wraps his arms around Vicious to draw up body to body with him, dipping down to plant a lingering kiss over the nipple.]

Did you choose the ring? It suits you.

If ya wanna.

[Vicious certainly is not protesting, and he lets out a small groan at the touch of Saturn's mouth.

He is, however, still covered in sand, and the skin-to-skin contact is pretty gritty.]

I requested it from the box... Wasn't goin' for anythin' specific, but I guess I was thinkin' of somethin' like this.

[Yeah, the pleasure of touching his lips and the tip of his tongue to Vicious's skin is that he also gets a couple grains of sand in his mouth, and he has to pull back to try and brush them off his tongue. Hmm. He reaches for the shower faucet.]

Do you mind if I turn this on first? Then I'll get back to—investigating the jewelry.

Heh. Sure, let's get rinsed off before we get too into it.

Or at least during.

We'll see how long I can keep my hands off you. It could go either way.

[But Saturn's pretty sure the answer is going to be, not long. He turns to get the shower on and the water adjusted; he's sandy and salty too, so it's a relief to rinse it off regardless of any sexy reasons for it.]

. . . Now you've got me thinking about permanent marks.

[Vicious steps under the water without waiting for it to fully warm up; hot showers are nice but his standards are low.]

Oh yeah...? What else are ya thinkin' about?

[Saturn is picky enough to wait for it to warm a little, but he's eager enough that he steps under earlier than he normally would, lifting his hands to palm over Vicious's back in a way that is possibly helping some to brush sand off into the stream of the shower.]

Well. I like that kind of thing, you know. Doing it to my lovers, and having it done to me . . . it just never occurred to me to try doing something permanent. But now I want to, very much. I don't care if it's not an original idea, I want to carry you with me.

[Vicious shifts into Saturn's hands, clearly helping to get the sand off.

When his breath catches it's at Saturn's words, though, and his voice is a little deeper.]

...I do know. Wouldn't've assumed you'd want somethin' like that forever, though. Well, even with Ingo, I told him I'd take it out when I felt like it.

But you haven't yet.

[Now he's working specifically on getting the sand off Vicious's chest, which just happens to involve a lot of rubbing his hands over it, thumbs brushing at both nipples here and there, almost as if by accident.]

. . . Anyway. I do. I would want it to see every day of my life, when I can't just look at you instead.

[That stops Vicious's breathing entirely, and he's silent for a moment before he eventually manages:]

...Wouldn't've assumed ya wanted to be lookin' at me every day of your life, either.

[At that Saturn stops, letting one hand come to rest over Vicious's heart and stay there for a few beats.]

I know. You wouldn't assume that of me or anyone . . . that's why I'm telling you. I ought to say such things more often. Because I do.

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