[As if possessing a will of their own, Dimitri's hands start wandering, gliding over Felix's torso. Though he is technically washing him, the first flickers of heat start to stir at the contact.]
Felix...
[Trailing off, Dimitri frowns to himself. Felix is sick, he can't just — take him right here in bathwater that will cool within fifteen minutes.]
no subject
Felix...
[Trailing off, Dimitri frowns to himself. Felix is sick, he can't just — take him right here in bathwater that will cool within fifteen minutes.]
...tilt your head back. I will tend to your hair.