[Momo... definitely forgot. Yuki realizes that in a moment, and he can't help a huff of a laugh, even though he's completely opposed to the idea of being an octopus first thing in the morning.
It's his birthday, and he absolutely knows he's allowed to call the shots. If he said no bath, he'd get something else, he's sure of it. But somewhere in the back of his mind he's sure Momo went to a lot of trouble to plan everything, and ruining it wouldn't be worth the disappointment. Even if he hates his extra legs, letting Momo carry out his master birthday plan is probably going to make this a day to remember, or at least a day he won't ever think of as bad.
So, putting on his most stellar, handsome smile, he lifts Momo's chin. His voice is still low and sleepy, sultry in its laziness, and he knows his power right now. It's special fanservice just for Momo.]
[Momo is relieved enough that he didn't accidentally ruin everything with that slip-up that he is definitely particularly vulnerable to being advanced on right now. So when Yuki lifts his chin, he has to bite back a flustered little noise - this is supposed to be Yuki day, not ruin Momo with fanservice day, so he is extra unprepared.
Still, he definitely can't pass up a request like that, even if he lets out a weak little whine.]
I have to be able to wash you, though... [Still, he supposes that's...not impossible with both of them in there. He might just have to budge up a bit.] But if you want me in there, too, then I'll figure something out!
[He's still a bit pink from the fanservice attack, but he can recover from the fluster enough to be Determined. In any case, once they get into the bathroom, he sits Yuki down on the little bench he put in front of the vanity - the bathroom isn't separated quite as well as modern ones are, so trying to use the vanity after the shower can sometimes be an exercise in not free sliding across the wet tiles and a seat makes life much easier in that regard.]
I'll deal with this for you first, though. [He gives a little wink before starting to undo Yuki's pyjamas. It's not the sexy kind of strip, but Momo does take a lot of care in removing everything and setting it aside.]
[Every day is ruin Momo with fanservice day, obviously. His fingers trail away from Momo's skin, and he laughs faintly as he folds his hands on his lap. Momo has gained strength here, that's for sure, and it's still a point of amusement for Yuki.]
You can wash me and then get in...?
[Seems logical, right? He thinks so. It makes sense to just take things one step at a time. Besides, it's not like he's unaware that Momo is at least passively fond of the extra limbs.
He behaves while Momo sets him down and starts undressing him, blushing faintly at the act. It's... incredibly intimate, mostly because it's not sexy. It's comfortable; it's something Yuki wouldn't let anyone else do. Momo is special. He has been for years now, and probably (hopefully) always will be.
Raising a hand, he runs his fingertips along one of Momo's arms, a faint smile lingering on his lips.]
I wasn't ready for this kind of fanservice. We're doing great today.
[Momo gives an almost doubtful hum at that, like he has suspicions over Yuki's reasoning.]
Are you sure you don't just want to fall asleep in the bath once I'm in there...?
[Because clearly there are other things to do once he's washed Yuki. But he supposes if he wants some bath relaxation time, he can tweak his schedule a bit.
In any case, for now he focuses on the work of meticulously uncovering all of Yuki, and he's so intent on it that he almost startles when those fingertips touch at him. He raises his head, seeing that little blush, and smiles gently as he raises a hand to brush Yuki's hair back over his shoulder, thumb ghosting across his cheek as he does.]
If I get to see a rare cute Yuki like that, then I guess we must really be doing great! [He makes sure Yuki's pyjamas are safely out of reach of any potential splashing before he straightens up and takes Yuki's hands, gently coaxing him upright. Momo will leave his own undressing until he's done washing Yuki, because he's still in pyjamas himself anyway. Or Momo's excuse for them, a.k.a. underwear and a big shirt. Either way, he's not very concerned about getting them wet, even as he moves to lead Yuki towards the bath and the inevitable moment of doom.]
[He wishes, anyway. No, he knows Momo isn't going to let him get away with being a lazy lump even on his birthday. It's too bad, really.
There's still some sleepiness touching him, and he covers a yawn with one hand as Momo brushes his hair back.]
'm not cute, either. Don't get any ideas. Cool and sexy all the way, or I'm not Yuki. Anyway, here does nothing.
[But still, he's behaving, and he goes with Momo to the tub, glancing over at him for a moment before looking back to the water with trepidation. Without Momo's assistance, he sits on the edge of the tub, then swings his legs over and waits for the telltale shimmer over his spots before he slips into the tub. The octopus limbs show themselves right away, and as much as he hates them, they are a little useful. He can hold himself up just so in the tub, for example, and comfortably recline using one as a neck pillow. If he looks on the bright side, and at the fact that Momo isn't put off by the monster form, it's manageable.
He sinks in to his chin, breathing through the gills low on his neck for a few moments, then reaches for Momo with one of the tentacles. He's not really trying to pull him in, just to get him closer to the head of the tub, so it's only a gentle nudge at his hip.]
But then you'll miss out on everything else I'm doing! [Momo says that with an exaggerated, pouty manner, like he'll be terribly heartbroken if Yuki doesn't get to see everything he has planned for the day. It falls away quickly enough given the situation, though, and he supervises Yuki's movement into the bath just to make sure the tentacle shift doesn't cause any unexpected problems.
He gives him a reassuring smile when he looks over, and while he doesn't often actually see the change directly, it does feel kind of nice to have the opportunity (however selfish that might be when he knows Yuki isn't the fondest of the limbs). The water is a good temperature, bubbly and heavily scented with some florals that Momo chose specifically for Yuki, and once he's gestured over, Momo comes quite willingly to the side of the tub so he can give Yuki an appreciative kiss.]
Thanks for letting me do this. [It feels indulgent of him to have asked when he's seen so often how Yuki feels about his tentacles, but he's going to make sure it's worth it. Drawing a little basket of cleaning items closer, he picks out a soft sponge and wets it in the bath water, starting to draw it across Yuki's upper chest since he's up here already.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
It's his birthday, and he absolutely knows he's allowed to call the shots. If he said no bath, he'd get something else, he's sure of it. But somewhere in the back of his mind he's sure Momo went to a lot of trouble to plan everything, and ruining it wouldn't be worth the disappointment. Even if he hates his extra legs, letting Momo carry out his master birthday plan is probably going to make this a day to remember, or at least a day he won't ever think of as bad.
So, putting on his most stellar, handsome smile, he lifts Momo's chin. His voice is still low and sleepy, sultry in its laziness, and he knows his power right now. It's special fanservice just for Momo.]
Promise you'll get in with me?
no subject
Still, he definitely can't pass up a request like that, even if he lets out a weak little whine.]
I have to be able to wash you, though... [Still, he supposes that's...not impossible with both of them in there. He might just have to budge up a bit.] But if you want me in there, too, then I'll figure something out!
[He's still a bit pink from the fanservice attack, but he can recover from the fluster enough to be Determined. In any case, once they get into the bathroom, he sits Yuki down on the little bench he put in front of the vanity - the bathroom isn't separated quite as well as modern ones are, so trying to use the vanity after the shower can sometimes be an exercise in not free sliding across the wet tiles and a seat makes life much easier in that regard.]
I'll deal with this for you first, though. [He gives a little wink before starting to undo Yuki's pyjamas. It's not the sexy kind of strip, but Momo does take a lot of care in removing everything and setting it aside.]
no subject
You can wash me and then get in...?
[Seems logical, right? He thinks so. It makes sense to just take things one step at a time. Besides, it's not like he's unaware that Momo is at least passively fond of the extra limbs.
He behaves while Momo sets him down and starts undressing him, blushing faintly at the act. It's... incredibly intimate, mostly because it's not sexy. It's comfortable; it's something Yuki wouldn't let anyone else do. Momo is special. He has been for years now, and probably (hopefully) always will be.
Raising a hand, he runs his fingertips along one of Momo's arms, a faint smile lingering on his lips.]
I wasn't ready for this kind of fanservice. We're doing great today.
no subject
Are you sure you don't just want to fall asleep in the bath once I'm in there...?
[Because clearly there are other things to do once he's washed Yuki. But he supposes if he wants some bath relaxation time, he can tweak his schedule a bit.
In any case, for now he focuses on the work of meticulously uncovering all of Yuki, and he's so intent on it that he almost startles when those fingertips touch at him. He raises his head, seeing that little blush, and smiles gently as he raises a hand to brush Yuki's hair back over his shoulder, thumb ghosting across his cheek as he does.]
If I get to see a rare cute Yuki like that, then I guess we must really be doing great! [He makes sure Yuki's pyjamas are safely out of reach of any potential splashing before he straightens up and takes Yuki's hands, gently coaxing him upright. Momo will leave his own undressing until he's done washing Yuki, because he's still in pyjamas himself anyway. Or Momo's excuse for them, a.k.a. underwear and a big shirt. Either way, he's not very concerned about getting them wet, even as he moves to lead Yuki towards the bath and the inevitable moment of doom.]
no subject
[He wishes, anyway. No, he knows Momo isn't going to let him get away with being a lazy lump even on his birthday. It's too bad, really.
There's still some sleepiness touching him, and he covers a yawn with one hand as Momo brushes his hair back.]
'm not cute, either. Don't get any ideas. Cool and sexy all the way, or I'm not Yuki. Anyway, here does nothing.
[But still, he's behaving, and he goes with Momo to the tub, glancing over at him for a moment before looking back to the water with trepidation. Without Momo's assistance, he sits on the edge of the tub, then swings his legs over and waits for the telltale shimmer over his spots before he slips into the tub. The octopus limbs show themselves right away, and as much as he hates them, they are a little useful. He can hold himself up just so in the tub, for example, and comfortably recline using one as a neck pillow. If he looks on the bright side, and at the fact that Momo isn't put off by the monster form, it's manageable.
He sinks in to his chin, breathing through the gills low on his neck for a few moments, then reaches for Momo with one of the tentacles. He's not really trying to pull him in, just to get him closer to the head of the tub, so it's only a gentle nudge at his hip.]
At least it's warm.
no subject
He gives him a reassuring smile when he looks over, and while he doesn't often actually see the change directly, it does feel kind of nice to have the opportunity (however selfish that might be when he knows Yuki isn't the fondest of the limbs). The water is a good temperature, bubbly and heavily scented with some florals that Momo chose specifically for Yuki, and once he's gestured over, Momo comes quite willingly to the side of the tub so he can give Yuki an appreciative kiss.]
Thanks for letting me do this. [It feels indulgent of him to have asked when he's seen so often how Yuki feels about his tentacles, but he's going to make sure it's worth it. Drawing a little basket of cleaning items closer, he picks out a soft sponge and wets it in the bath water, starting to draw it across Yuki's upper chest since he's up here already.]