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Sinric's room is the east end of the corridor. Inside it’s frankly ridiculous. Romanesque with vaulted ceilings with edges with frescos of animals, rich tiled floors that are warm underfoot.

The cross shaped layout and columns create discreet niches - one with a large bed; another lined with books and a map of the world as known in his time painted on the wall, a third holding several large couches circling his harpsichord.

The east side opens onto a glassed-in portico with a stunning view of the snow speckled garden.

A door off the bed chamber leads to a more modern but still Romanesque bathroom with a bath easily large enough for three.

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The shower is ludicrous - jets set from all different angles, all adjustable for pressure and temperature. Sinric leans in to turn on the flow, setting it warm but soft. He looks back to smile to Graverobber. "Have you ever had your hair washed by another?"

Graverobber seems pretty innediately impressed by the shower -- whenever he does bathe, it's generally rickety showerheads in a run-down gym or the like. He lets out a low whistle at the sight of it.

At the question he grins and says, "Can't say I have. Wouldn't object to it, though."

Sinric flashes him a warm smile, drawing Graverobber under the warm water. "I promise to make it good for you."

He guides Graverobber to get his hair wet, making the water just a touch warmer. He reaches for a bottle, squeezing a little into his hand. There's a little ledge at the edge of the shower, just right for the rather short Sinric to be at the right height to massage the shampoo into Graverobber's hair. He has clever hands and knows just how best to press and massage.

Graverobber seems to relax a little under the touch, enjoying the way Sinric's fingers rake through his hair. He's not unused to physical affection, but never something so casually intimate without being sexual. And certainly nothing entwined with cleaning, either.

And on that note, his hair is...a bit of a mess. It's matted from long stretches of time where he can't thoroughly wash it, the aftereffects of years on the street without steady cleaning. Even though Graverobber enjoys the contact, he knows the strands are a tangled wreck, and he can't actually name the last time he's used proper shampoo.

Sinric is very good at untangling knots without pulling, gently carding Graverobber's hair. He hums as he works, pressing the occasional kiss to Graverobber's shoulder. Utterly at ease in herself.

Graverobber grows increasingly relaxed under Sinric's care, easing completely with the gentle massage to his scalp laced with kisses to his shoulder. He stays facing forward to keep hair care easier, but he reaches behind him at points to light run his fingers over Sinric's hips and sides, returning the touch in some small way.

He can feel the strands of his hair against his back and shoulders, and it's strange and nice how smooth they feel. Really, it's surreal to think that they could ever get so clean like this.

The little touches make Sinric purr, contentment in his voice as he sings softly.

He guides Graverobber back under the water, rincing the shampoo out before reaching for the conditioner. Again he massages and cards, making sure it's evenly through Graverobber's hair, making it soft and silky.

Graverobber puts his head back into the water obediently, listening to Sinric sing without interruption. Hearing the song is nice, and he strokes Sinric's hip behind him in time with the song, running his fingers lightly over his skin. His hair feels even softer now, in a way he can't remember ever feeling his hair before, and it's surreal but still nice all the same.

Sinric guides but back under the spray one more time, slowly squeezing the conditioner out. "How does that feel?"

"It feels really good," he says, his voice a little heady from how relaxed he is at all this. "I don't think I ever had a shower this nice before."

"I had a dozen brothers once. We use to look after each other like this." Sinric answers wistfully, pressing a kiss to Graverobber's shoulder. He guides Graverobber to rinse off, stepping under the water with him to wash himself off.

"You're good at it," he says. When he shifts under the shower head, he turns around as he rinses off, leaning towards Sinric to press a light, grateful kiss to his mouth.

Sinric lingers over the kiss, brushing his thumb over Graverobber's cheek. "I enjoy it. The sharing of simple pleasure."

"You're sweet like that," he says, pressing a quick kiss to Sinric's chin to emphasize the thought. "Don't think I know many people who think that way."

"That's a pity. They don't know what they're missing out on." Sinric smiles, leading Graverobber out of the shower. The towels are thick and fluffy and Sinric gestures Graverobber to sit on a bench so he comb finishing oil through Graverobber's hair. It's going to be so silky and smooth Graverobber will barely know himself.

Graverobber lets Sinric guide him out, taking the towel and drying off his skin -- the towel is so fluffy and soft, he has the brief thought that this feels like a spa treatment. It's nice.

He lets Sinric slick and brush oil in his hair, enjoying the attention and the touches. "All this, is this how you keep your hair looking so good all the time?" he asks, grinning a little.

"When I can. When my door is near. Sometimes I have gone years without it and come back to find only a week or two has passed in the bar. The first thing I usually do when I get back is bathe." He smiles. "And I cheat. I have a bag that can hold much more than it seems from the outside. When I go, I make sure I carry soaps and medicines with me from much later times than my own."

Graverobber chuckles slightly. "Sounds like the best kind of cheating, to be honest," he says. "If you're using it to cart medicine and soap, that's probably the most noble way to use all of the things available at the bar. Especially if you don't know how long it'll be 'til you're back."

Sinric puts the towel down and shifts around to face Graverobber. He touches Graverobber's cheek, drawing him up into a slow kiss. With absent grace, he straddles Graverobber's lap, relishing the warmth of their skin.

Graverobber smiles into the touch, returning the kiss eagerly and warmly. When Sinric straddles him, he lets out a small, content groan at the feel of his body pressed to his, and he lets his hands press against Sinric's back to tug him in closer to him.

Sinric settles himself comfortably, breasts pressed against Graverobber's chest as he laces his arms around Graverobber's shoulders. He kisses his way over Graverobber's neck, nibbling on his earlobe.

Graverobber's hands touch him greedily, squeezing his ass and then running up his hips and to the sides of his breasts. He lets out low noises of delight at the kisses, palming the back of Sinric's head to encourage him, fingers tangling in his hair.

Sinric purrs, low and warm into Graverobber's ear. "I want you inside me again."

Graverobber lets out a pleased, filthy growl at that, tugging Sinric in closer at the words. "Aren't you greedy," he says with a grin, his voice low and heady before he leans in to kiss Sinric fully on the lips.

"Very." Sinric purrs, shifting closer to make it easier for Graverobber to enter him.