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Mumbo had intended on it being an offer that Grian couldn’t refuse but as he never used a shower before there was something he had not realised… he turned his face to see what was going on and was promptly sprayed in the face by the shower. His moment ruined as he flailed trying to stop the attack on his face. It was worse when he heard Grian laughing before the dreadful shower spray was turned away.
Mumbo looked lost at the giggling human. “I am sorry Mumbo but look at you… you are like a wet mess.” Grian told him before joining him. “Your poor ‘stache.” He commented before cupping Mumbo’s face. His thumb brushed over his cheekbone. “Still fuckin’ handsome though… just a little soggy.” Grian smiled at him, which meant that Mumbo couldn’t help but smile as well.
Mumbo looked at his summoner and floundered for a second. He had no idea what people did in the bathing place? Maybe there was specific things he had to do? He didn’t want to do the wrong thing. He didn’t want this heated moment to break more. He mewled softly. “Grian…” He tried, steeling himself as he gathered his strength. Grian was nice and odd and wouldn’t make fun of him. He tried to keep that in mind as he dared to speak up. “Thank you.” He managed eventually. “I… was enjoying the… moment previously… Could… we perhaps, perchance, go back to our efforts?” He tried, ducking his head down, unable to meet Grian’s eyes.
Perhaps having feelings weren’t all good. He was filled with such emotion, that his tail could barely keep up. He felt warmth from being so close to his summoner, in such a state of openness. He felt worry that he would do the wrong thing but yet he felt hopeful that his summoner would continue to be kind towards him. What a strange way humans lived… so wrapped up in these emotions and feelings… it was amazing how they got anything done!
Grian with his head full of thoughts, his heart full of feelings looked at him with unending kindness. Grian who was no doubt filled with more thoughts, more dreams, more hope and fears and yet instead of hiding behind words and small gestures… Grian lived, loved and laughed in such a free and easy way. Grian who reached out to grasp his hand, their palms sliding easily together, their fingers entwining. “Don’t worry Mumbo… I don’t think less of you…” He told him and squeezed his hand.
Mumbo felt the small gesture… so small in the grand scheme of things. Of all the touches and things Grian had done for him… it was this that undone him in a way Mumbo didn’t even realise was possible. He felt the soft gentle human hand cradled in his clawed grasp. Pale skin smothered in dark stained skin without a thought nor fear for what he was or could do. Mumbo felt his body respond automatically, as if his body had been waiting this entire time for it.
Mumbo squeezed his hand back once… twice… three times. Another simple gesture. But it came with the same sensation Mumbo had when he first saw Grian… more than a ‘there you are’, it was more of a ‘there it is’. It felt right and Mumbo couldn’t help but look at Grian, his cheeks was just as red as his human.
Grian brought their joined hands up and looked at the dark claws dimpling the back of his hand. “Come on… let me show you the joys of the shower gel and scrubs.” He told him breaking in the moment. Grian gently let go of Mumbo’s hand and grabbed the shower gel. He opened it and Mumbo was hit by the strong smell of mint.
“So, this is shower gel. It is liquid soap and it makes you squeaky clean… Now, let’s switch places.” Grian ordered and Mumbo shuffled his way to under the stream of hot water. He almost jumped out of the shower at Grian’s loud exclamation. “Mumboooo your back?”
Mumbo turned and almost fell over as he looked at Grian confused. Grian reached out to run his fingers down Mumbo’s spine and to his tail base. Mumbo couldn’t hear his words over the heart beat in his ears as his body exploded into pleasure. He put his hands on the shower wall to brace himself as he threw his ass back into the scratches at his tail base, his tail now wrapping around Grian’s wrist and arm as Mumbo mewled loudly. The noise echoed off the tiled walls as he recovered panting slowly as Grian stopped.
“Oh… well that is interesting.” Grian told him in a voice that sounded way too interested. “You know your black marks well goes to your spine and down your ass?” He told him before giggling. “I don’t think that is important… Not when I learnt that I can do this!”
That was the only warning Mumbo got before Grian scratched his tail base and the room was filled with high pitched needy noises which must not come from him… Mumbo didn’t recognise the panting mewling noise surrounding him as he arched back against Grian’s fingers.