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Tea and Hide and Seek PART TWO of Two
A minute later, Severus was back in his usual- more comfortable form. Only slightly more comfortable. He already knew his shoulders would be slightly stiff tomorrow. Not as bad as they had been- but not perfect. He put his hands at the back of his neck, elbows pointing up at the ceiling, and stretched a little- uncramping his spine, and rolling his shoulders. He was still a little bothered about being undressed- he doubted he would ever be fully comfortable, but he was getting there. He picked up two large, green, fluffy towels (the green his insistance, the fluffiness most assuredly not) and walked into the next room. Waiting until Sirius leaned over, he walked up behind him and leaned over to drop the towels within reach, but out of the likely splash zone. "What are you putting in?" he asked.
Sirius was dripping in various herbs and oils into the water, he wasn't actually paying close attention to WHAT he was putting in. "Oh.... a little of this... a little of that..." he smiled as the steaming water poured into the oversized tub. He finished adding the essentials, then swirled the water around with his hand, watching the colors and scents blend in the water. "Almost ready Severus...." he smiled, then looked over his shoulder, back at him for approval or assessment.
The Potions Master gave out a light hum as he thought, cocked his head to one side, and bit his lip. The blend hitting his senses was warm, tangy, spicy... and entirely not what he would have mixed himself. But then, there were a lot of things he would not have thought of himself that he had to admit were not all too disagreeable. He wrapped his arms about Sirius' waist, tugging him back a little. "Just tell me when, love. I should hate to ruin it."
Sirius closed his eyes for a moment, losing himself in that tight, posessive embrace. Home. Master. Owned. Loved. If he thought on it too much he would start blubbering like a sissy, so he concentrated on desire instead. "Just about ready.... the water temperature is perfect, it just needs a bit more filling...." he said in a low rumbly voice, and a leering grin.
Not the only thing... he finished for him, guessing where that line of thought was going. It wasn't too difficult, Sirius was practically broadcasting on all wavelengths, and, if he thought about it hard enough, he would have realised he was, too. He bent his knees a little, sliding himself down along his back, and dipped his fingers into the water beyond. "Mmm. That will do nicely." Which was about as close to approval as Severus ever got.
Sirius wiggled his body, enjoying the contact of his body against the others, and then when the approval was given, he turned to the side, and held out his hand to Severus, to give him a steadying point for stepping into the tub. "After you, the Champion of the Afternoon Games...." he said with a humble dip of his head.
Clever, bright eyes looked down along the length of pale, long nose as Severus took the proffered handm straightened, and stepped in gracefully- first one leg, then the other. He released the hand, turned, and all but grabbed Sirius' shoulders, and squatted down to drag him into the bath headfirst, using his height, and the edge of the bath as a suitable pivot, snorting and splutering as he got a mouthful of bathwater. Got you.
Sirius was expecting some foul trick, but not a dunking. He was leaning sideways, already off balance, then he was gripped and pulled over the side of the oversized tub and into the water with a tremendous *SPLASH*! He landed in the tub on his side, driving his hipbone into the porcelain with a dull collision. "Ow..... Dammit Sev....." he moaned, then after catching a second splash of bathwater in the face, managed to sit up, sputtering and wiping at his eyes. "Drown me why don't you.... For Merlin's sake...." he groused, and reached around blindly for something to wipe the water away with.
Severus let his feet slide in front of him with a loud, grating squeak that made him shudder, and proceeded to tug Sirius' feet into the bath, and arrange them in a more comfortable position. He couldn't help it if he was feeling playful. He'd spent long enough years not able to misbehave, and damned if he wouldn't now when he could. He shuffled, and the water sloshed about noisily. "Oh do stop complaining, you're beginning to sound like me. And one of me is quite enough," he declared. Looked about. "Where in the hell did the soap get to?"
Sirius settled into the bath, and turned around as Severus looked around for the soap, and placed a wet sloppy kiss on his lips. He gave his mouth a quick washing over with his tongue, then turned back around and reached for a bar of soap from the dish alongside the edge of the tub. He saw there were candles about, and not lit. "Nox!" he said to the lighting, and then "Lumos" to the candles surrounding the tub. This cast them in a flickering, warm orange light. "That's better...." he grinned.
Severus idly nipped and bit Sirius' hair when he turned to cast the spells, and then turned his attentions to the feet he'd been seeking with his hands the past few minutes. "I do hope you didn't stand on anything," He said, with a shudder, as he started rubbing the soles rather briskly. The thought of going barefoot around the house was naturally abhorrent enough to him- animal or not. Feet were made for socks and shoes. He bit down on a big toe, sucked a moment, then found the next foot. These need cleaning. And your nails need cutting too. Blunt, matter of fact statements rarely seemed out of place to him.
Sirius looked at Severus with a cocked eyebrow as his toes were sucked on, (Oooh! Nice....) then bitten, (Ouch! Fangs Sev!). He was getting quite turned on by this, and just nodded idly as he was dressed down for the length of his toe nails. "All the better to scratch with..." he grinned, then pulled his feet back to himself, and leaned closer to Severus. "Is that all that interests you in the bath at this minute?" he asked with a lift of a dark, damp eyebrow.
"No. Give me your hands," he said, leaned forwards, walking his own hands up Sirius' legs and grabbing an elbow when he was too slow in moving. He grabbed the other hand, too, and held them together, knitting the fingers tight. His own, proper wand was downstairs in the lab still, but he usually had a few spare. Call it anxiety. He summoned one, and grinned as he waited, one hand out and expecting it.
Sirius watched Severus closely as his hands were taken, laced together and held. He turned his head to watch as a wand came sailing into the room, and Severus caught it effortlessly. "Oh dear..... we have been naughty...." he droned, doing a dead-on impression of the Hogwarts Squib caretaker, Filch. He then went silent, watching to see what Severus would do next.
Snape was torn. He couldn't decide what he wanted most. He didn't let his indecision show for more than a split-second, however, before he pushed Sirius' hands up, and back, and splaying his fingers on either side of his throat, wrists still together. All of which covered up his neck- which Snape was loathe to do, but decided in the long run he could live with that for now. "Yes we have. Unfortunately the Potions Master is not permitted to hang unruly people by their thumbs anymore, so he will just have to improvise." He flicked the wand, once, and invisible, secure charms held Sirius' hands where they had been placed. "Neither can he drown you," he continued, sounding disappointed, and with his hands on his mate's hips, shuffled back and gave him the room to roll over, onto his elbows.
"I wouldn't mind if you Thumb-strung Me...." he chuckled, then slowly rolled over onto his hands and knees ready for the next stage of the game. "But then you would need to flog me, and do all the rest and I am not sure you are up to it anymore...." he teased in that drone of his, and then laughed. "Hey, I'm not going to drown while I get shagged am I?" he asked looking back over his shoulder at Severus. "Not into that Erotic Asphyxiation.... anymore." he added with a sheepish grin.
"Old habits die hard," Severus grinned. "Its not something you lose," or learn. "No, there's not enough room to swing a cat in here, and besides, the water would take most of the brunt- and point- away." He slid a hand up and down a wet back, before sliding it between the cheeks of his buttocks, lightly teasing a minute more, and stroking thighs, cupping water and splashing it, before he pinched Sirius' backside. "You won't as long as you know when to hold your breath. And whilst I didn't watch what you put in, I doubt anything would be fatal to ingest anyway."
Sirius hummed as he was splashed with the warm water and touched so tenderly. No one would believe the other moods and emotions Severus Snape was capable of, but Sirius liked having that all to himself, and he would never betray the truth to the outside world. "I's so glad that Master has such concern for his plaything..." he teased as he shifted his position slightly, this was not going to be the most comfortable of shags, he could already tell. His elbows were already starting to grind against the porcelain bottom of the tub.
"It saves my ears from your complaints," he said dismissively, and clinically shoved one finger inside him as he spoke, pausing, head cocked to one side. "I think we need more valerian..." A small blue bottle was soon resting on the side of the bath, and Snape took the opportunity to reach under Sirius, and scratch at his chest.
Sirius let out a groan as he was probed, and closed his eyes, sighing. He didn't hear anything that Severus said after doing that to him. He felt the hand on his chest, scratching carefully and he wiggled his backside slowly back and forth. He then made little soft whining sounds of want. When it came to Severus he was insatiable, it was worse than when he was a teen.
Severus wanted to close his ears. The sounds Sirius made were- as bad as? worse than? the looks he could give. If he asked, he found if difficult to refuse. Bastard. And he thought he was the one wraped about a little finger? Speaking of, he slid them in and out the slick entrance as slowly as he could possibly manage, his back shaking a little as he kept himself- with effort- from touching himself or rubbing up against his partner. Wait wait and drive yourself mad, was his philosophy. He quite liekd going mad. Deft fingers slid across Sirius' nipples, squeezing slightly. Warmmm... was about the only intelligble thought he had.
Sirius continued to moan, Severus' touches where so soft, and delicate, causing parts of him to tense and harden to the point of pain. "Please....." he gasped. "Sev...." he said with a heavy pant. If he didn't move on him soon, he would break the grip on his own throat and spin and take Severus like the beast he was. Well, he would like to think he would. That had never happened. Severus was Master, Husband, Lord and Provider. He wouldn't have it any other way actually.
"Please what?" If nothing else, Severus voice was silky, and he could make it purr or sing like a musical instrument if he felt the need. And he did. He slid his fingers out, rubbed them along tensed thigh, feeling warm water lap at them, soothingly. With a sigh, he took the valerian base from the side of the bath and took a rather healthy dollop from the little tub, closing it witht he same hand with the ease of one who uses bottles and containers frequently. " 'Please fuck me senseless like the dog I am?' If you insist." He slid up behind, rubbing himself against Sirius now, and leaning forwards to bite at his neck and the fingertips he could reach. You don't deserve this you know, he teased.
Sirius shuddered, and lowered his head slightly, slipping into obedient submissive mode. Severus could rule him with the softest of words or touches, and he knew it too well, he had for years. Please, Master, fuck me like the dog I am, use me for your pleasure, I don't deserve all that you give to me. he replied silently, he wasn't sure if he could say the words aloud, to hear the humiliation in his own ears and echoing off of the tiled walls.
Silly, he chided, with no real malice, but amusement. A breath, and he pushed himself inside- one slow, easy, deliberate move. He muffled the moan he made in wet hair, breathing a little heavier, the musky scent of his partner mingling with the bath water, and a lot of other things. Sirius' shoulders were lower than his hips at this point, and his face only just above the water. One hand clenched, fingers slipping into the dip above collarbone, the other sliding over his hip, rubbing over the bones underneath, tracing his pelvis underneath. This couldn't last much longer, he knew. A few breaths at least, and he'd give in. But, for now, he held the moment, drawing it out to excruciating length.
A long keening moan came from Sirius' lips as he felt Severus move into him. It was that slow, excrutiating way and slow burning pain that washed over him as he was claimed, yet again, forever. "Oh God....." he gasped, and dropped his head down lower, forgeting the water so near his face, and came up coughing and sputtering for a moment. He almost loosed his hands from around his neck, but fought that impulse and held on, feeling the weight of Severus' body on top of his back, and the unyeilding hardess deep inside of him. Yes, oh yes.... Now, fuck me hard. he said, begging. He was aching he was so hard and the light touches on his hip, no where near his own cock were driving him mad.
The immediate sarcastic reply was bitten down, with difficulty, and then just as promptly forgotten as it had come to mind as Sirius dipped slightly beneath him, tilting, and doing awful things to him. Don't do that again anytime soon, or I shan't, Severus warned, slightly alarmed, and too lost in the wash that was sweeping up along him to do much but blink for a second or two. On second thoughts, if he did... He pulled back, just as slowly, not thinking about how it felt his bowels were being pulled out through his stomach (damn macabre mind) sliding his fingers just above and below Sirius' straining member in the water, pressing harder, before he tightened and dragged the fingers together- and around him, shoving himself in hard enough to make him grunt loudly, and push his partner down hard again. Oh....... fuck...
Sirius gasped as he was gripped at last, and he felt like he would come from just that simple touch. It never got to where they could fuck for hours, it was always too intense, to close, too tight, too everything. Severus would mount him and they would both be panting and shooting wads as fast as nervous teens. That was fine with him however. When Severus thrust quick and hard into him suddenly, this breath caught his his throat, and only a strangled choking sound came out. "Oh... Severus... God..." he moaned as he clamped his eyes shut tightly, trying to hold back.
Severus Snape was not the vocal kind. Unless, that was, he was teaching, enraged, or rip roaringly drunk. Not that he often let himself get into the last state considering the trouble it had caused him the few occasions he had. As a rule, he tended to keep his thoughts to himself- because you never knew when things could be used against you. So he bit his lip- hard- and whatever-it-was he was thinking was stiffled behind a dull moan. He made a mental note to himself; you could have too much of a good thing and water might just be one of them. He stopped his stroking, only to use long, tapered fingernails- dragging them along the underside of his partner's wet shaft. He forced himself to adopt some semblance of rhythm even if it did make his back shake from the effort. "SSsshhh... you're not clean yet," he chided, sounding somewhat forced. "Isn't that what baths are for, after all?"
Sirius was lost in the hazy world of sensation, lust and submission. He nodded dully, barely hearing the words purred into his ear. "Yes.... I am a muddy, dirty dog...." he sighed as his head began to dip down again, and he stopped when his nose touched the scented water. He snorted, and lifted his head back up to breath as much clean air as he could. "Master needs to wash his dog..." he laughed in a sleepy fashion. If his knees didn't give out, he could stay like this for eternity.
His dog. Not that he would have thought he'd ever have one, in any shape or form. He wasn't exactly the type of person who got on well with animals, and he'd never realyl thought of owning anything other than an owl for the services they could provide. Not that they were the... only useful animal. Severus shifted his weight a little, sprawled more over Sirius' back, leaving his hamd to swipe between his thighs. Somewhat regretting the decision that left him more ro less immobile, he used his other hand to splash water on the arms nearest his hand, before rubbing down between wrist and elbow with a vigorous motion. AT least he levelled out, however. "Where is the dog dirtiest, I wonder?" he thought aloud, scratching at one thigh as if he knew exactly where himself.
Sirius closed his eyes at the gentle touches, and felt some semblence of control coming back to him with the slowed pace. "Well...." he started in a husky, phlegmy voice, then cleared his throat and continued, "The belly of the dog is the part closest to the mud and grime..." he rumbled low and deep. He pushed his backside back against Severus, then slowly swayed the both of them from side to side in the warm water. He then leaned into the touch on his tense, muscled thigh, eager for more, always wanting more from his dark mate.
"His own fault for wading through it," Severus mused, and used his left hand to rub over the flat plane indicated, the mixture if chemicals in the water lathering slightly. He lifted his palm and used his fingers then, combing at the finer hairs there. He was pointedly ignoring Sirius' cock, instead moving to stroke- with a little difficulty, considering his position- at the skin behind his balls. He rubbed himself a little harder at that, shifting his hips a little. He didn't know why he teased them, just that he did. It was part of his nature, and Sirius didn't seem to mind at all. So he didn't stop. "Cleaner yet?" he asked, gruffly.
Sirius only gruffed a snorted reply to Severus' question and thrust his hips fore, then back. He wanted to go fast, he wanted to come, he wanted to hear and feel Severus do the same. "I'm... getting there...." he rumbled. "I think the shaft is a bit muddy as well as the balls..." he grinned, nearly splitting his face the perverse grin was so wide. "I am such a bad dog..." he chuckled, then shifted his elbows on the bottom of the tub as they were now getting sore. He sighed happily, resulting in another rumbling sound in his chest.
"You are," Severus agreed, shuddering slightly, and started peeling himself off Sirius' back as best he could, which was made more difficult by them both being wet. He moved one hand to the side of the bath and clung on for support, obliging as asked. After all, he was supposed to be a gentleman by birth, wasn't he? Just not by practice. "I can't imagine why, you're always cleaning them it seems," he smirked, using the changed position and freed hips to thrust himself again. "I honestly just cannot... ssssee..."
Sirius sighed as he felt Snape pull up off of him, then the following thrust sent him sliding forward in the tub with an odd sqeaking sound of skin on porcelain. "Uhgn......" he groaned. "Yes, it is one of the advantages of my Animagus form...." he grinned. He felt his back starting to cramp from the angle of inversion, and slowly lifted up his upper half until he was kneeling up before Severus, and sitting back on his thighs, his hands still clasped behind his neck. He took in a deep breath, then let it out as the angle of penetration changed, burying Severus to the balls in him. "Oh God...." he panted, then bit down on his lower lip. Please.... fuck me.... Now! Hard.... Take me. he pleaded silently. This slow torture was driving him the last few yards to madness.
Snape was fluent in all manner of curses, hexes, profanity and expletives. Which came in handy in situations like this. He used his free hand to wrap about Sirius' chest, dragging him down around himself as best he could, unable to move much, and bending backwards as he could to remedy that matter. St. Jerome's bleeding DONKEY you could warn me next time! he shot as coherantly as he could manage, and wouldn't have been able to go slowly had someone held a wand to his head.
Sirius chuckled at the reaction his move elicited from Severus. In reply, he moved his hips slowly up and down in a rocking motion, and hummed deeply. "Yeah.... Bad Dog Sirius..... Bad dog...." he whispered and rotated his shoulders slowly, keeping his hands clasped and trying to work out the kinks building there. "Punish me Sev.... give me your worst.... Or your best..." he said with a smirk, and a glance backwards over his shoulder at the dark eyes behind him.
Thin lips curled back over sharp, vicious-looking teeth, silently. Eyes never leaving Sirius', he used his free hand and slid it up and around his neck, grabbing his own shoulder to pull tight. The bath was not small, but not really designed for this. Other hand on hip, he shoved and pulled at the same time, struggling to stay buried inside his lover, and effects of sudden, violent movement, he shoved him against the bath's edge and bent him over, smacking his stomach to the rim hard, and finding his feet beneath him, bracing them against the opposite side and scrabbling for a foothold. "Old dog, new tricks, who wants a lesson?" he growled.
Sirius let out a grunt, then cry of surprise at the sudden shift of power and positions. He winced as his warm flesh contacted the side of the chilled porcelain tub, and he was braced against it. "Yes... Old dog here... Old bat there..." he laughed, then with a toss of his head, whipped his long hair back out of his face and onto his shoulders and Severus. "Too bad the bat can't fuck worth a damn..." he snarked, provoking Severus was his lifelong favorite sport, ever since the age of 12 or so. The results were so much more fun now then then, however.
"Better than you," he replied, taking the edge with both hands and using his arms to help him thrust, pushing his partner against the side roughly. To prove his point he did his best to angle his next thrust, holding it before starting again. This pace couldn't last all that long, he knew, but he didn't care. His voice was rough, grating a little, and harsh on the ears. "And if I'm so fucking shit why do you come back begging for more?" He took a moment to lean forwards and bite Sirius' shoulderblade, keeping his tongue back so as not to taste the mix of chemicals swathed over flesh.
Sirius went to speak, but the power thrusts from Severus stalled the words in his throat, and turned them into grunts instead. "I.... I... come back... I never.... left..." he moaned as he was ridden hard, just the way he craved it. Then he was bit, and he lifted his chin up and cried out in delicious pain. "Harder... is that the best you have?" he gasped in a rush of hurried words as he was pressed harder against the side of the tub. He loved to push, he loved to set the beast in Severus loose, for he knew Severus would not.
"Not..... fooling...... me," he managed to spread over the low, continuous growl that never broke from his lips, his own irritation not concealed in the slightest. For someone otherwise so slow and even, his temper- when roused- was somehow so oddly set on his shoulders. He pushed hard forwards, and one foot slipped, bringing his knee hitting solid porcelain hard, and carrying half his weight too. He mentally cursed, and tried to put it back and his weight on it again, but wasn't succeeding all too well, it was still too numb. If anything, his annoyance increased. "Bessst? Wouldn't..... give it you...... fear of breaking your...... delicate little hide........"
Coward.... You wouldn't last.... came the replied mental taunt, then when Snape slipped, losing his grip, Sirius snickered softly. "Maybe you need to put handles on me..." he snorted, "On my delicate little hide you love to thrash..." he sighed, leaning his weight on the side of the tub, feeling the narcotic fumes swirling around his nose, and the steaming water slosh around them and splash onto the tiled floor.
"I thought you already HAD handles!" Severus snapped out, and pinched Sirius' side hard, before placing his hands on his shoulders and digging in his nails. I'd tear you apart and rip you to peices... he thought. But I might slip in the mess I made and I couldn't have that....
Sirius let out a yelp as he was pinched, then dark, pleased laughter followed. "Tear me then... leave the mess to the house elves to sort out. They can clean the mess and you can put me back together." he grunted, his arms slipping down to fall at his sides, numb completely now. "Just like always...." he panted feeling the hot water swirl around the cold tips of his fingers. The stinging sensation of the blood and feeling returning to them was deliciously painful. He grinned wide, and laughed softly.
All the king's horses and all the king's men...was about the last lucid thought he could possibly hold onto, the rhyme sticking there and not finishing, turning over and over. He yanked down with his hands only to meet his hips pressing upwards, shoving Sirius further over the edge and in serious danger of toppling over, save his own, furious grip. Would tear your bloody throat out things you say and those damn eyes and rip your goddamn lips off your face and crush your pain-in-the-arse hands and... He wasn't fully conscious of his actions right now, higher brain taken straight out of the loop as whatever-it-was that drove him tried its damndest to shag Sirius senseless.
That stopped any more comments from Sirius. The dog had been muzzled, or gagged it seemed. His eyes shot open and he made strangled sounds with each of Severus's thrusts. Beastial, savage and painful. It was cathartic, and it was raw. It was what he wanted, and what they both needed. Release. It was more that just a fluid one. It was soul purging. Tear me.... Hurt me... Fuck me.... fuck me... he chanted over and over in his mind and Severus'. He wasn't even aware that he had moved a newly useable hand to his groin and was beating along his length like a man possessed while Severus worked him from behind. "Oh God...... Oh my God...." he gasped, then bit down, tasted blood. Erupted.
The bath sides were not the best of places to use for leverage, as Snape's feet found out, scrabbling madly, noisily, and messily to find purchase. Eventually both feet were braced together for long enough for him to use them to shove hard, sending Snape's head crashing into somewhere about Sirius, where he bit down for all he was worth, hissing. ...want to rip you in two and stare at the pieces and SHIT....
Not senseless babbling, but a wordless, unvoicable something that he could only express by letting his mind scream itself hoarse. Severus tensed, eyes staring, and wondered if it was physically possible to shove himself any further inside without literally cutting Sirius in half. It took a while for anything resembling comprehension to seep back in, and the vague knowledge that he was now babbling something- or screaming? He couldn't tell how loud he was, just that he was making noise. Or he assumed it was himself.
Sirius was screaming, and it was vocal and mental. It rattled the tiles of the large bathroom and echoed through the halls, the floors of the mansion and into the ether. His hands gripped the side of the tub as his vision went white, and his cry became a howl joining with his mates and continued until he collapsed over the side of the tub, spent, and dazed. "Oh Lord..... Oh God...." he panted, eyes still shut, and tears wetting his cheeks. He shivered from the colder air in the room as it settled on his damp skin. He didn't care however, he had been cold before, much worse for much longer. This would pass, when he was able to move again.
Cramps tingled in Severus' thighs from oxygen debt, forcing his body to stop, take stock, recover. He didn't think he was really made for this sort of thing. To look at him his constitution and frame would have suggested he was much less strong and hardy than he was- but it was a wiry, rangy kind of strength. He wasn't thinking about that right now, though, wasn't thinking much of anything. One for the record then. He lay, motionless, breathing in the dull scent that still rose from the now-still and rapidly cooling water, the smell of his mate, of both of them. That was what he filled his lungs with- and what finally, slowly came round to, heavens knew how much later. Blinked, slowly, lazily. Thought a moment or two.
Moments, hours, days later? Sirius rolled off of the side of the large tub, and slid back down into the water, laying on his back. He moaned softly, then lifted a hand to stroke along the trembling muscle of Severus' nearest thigh. "You win. Again." he rasped, then slowly and with more aches and pains from stiffness than he cared to admit to, leaned over and ran his tongue over a tense and chilled nipple on the pale chest of his partner. He looked up at him from under long stringy bangs, and grinned.
Slowly, carefully, he sat back on his haunches, stretching his back out a little as he did so. Staying in the same position for a long time was not the best of all ideas, admittedly. Fussing, he pushed wet hair from Sirius' face, voice only carrying the barest detectable trace of smugness. "So I did. Perhaps." Perhaps if it wasn't what Sirius wanted anyway. In which case, did they both win? Too complex a question for right now. He turned his head and summoned the towels over with a murmured Accio, not wanting to stay and catch a chill, and more than ready to defend departure. He draped his towel over his shoulder and clutched it near his neck to keep it fromt he water, and gestured for Sirius to get up with the other. "Catch your death in here," he reasoned. For someone who seemed to like the cold, he was fairly well aware of the problems it could present.
Sirius made a grunt of protest, as he pulled the towel around himself and slowly rose from the bath, dripping enough water to pass for a small cloudburst. It ran down his lean form through the silky hair of his body and back into the bath. I need a shower now... he groused without conviction, then carefully stepped from the tub, and shuffled his way toward the large glass shower section of the bathroom. This will be a long one I can see... won't be able to sit for the rest of the bloody night. he added then dropped the towel and stepped into the already running hot water.
Severus rolled his eyes and sighed. stepped onto the bathmat, shaking first one leg and then the other over the bath. After that dunking? There will be nothing left of you, you'll whither away to nothing! he started complaining, using one corner of the towel to swab at his brow and clear the water from his eyes. And sit? Who said anything about sitting? There's other use you can be put to, he continued, glibly. Yes, already thought about that one. He sniffed and let out the water. Contrary to popular belief he had always been fastidious, but not wholly obsessively so. He found another towel to start patting his hair dry.
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