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John will return the squeeze, and the kiss, before pushing himself out of bed. He's entirely naked and looks clean regardless of what they'd done; he'll give a little stretch before leaning over to peck a kiss and heading for the bathroom.

He'll start the warm water going. But there's an important question Oscar needs to answer.

"Bubbles or oils?"

And here he thought John would feel sticky like him from the sweat. He certainly felt sticky and...other things that he hadn't before.

Lucky John. Oscar took his time to stretch a little, working out some of the kinks in his back as he followed John slowly. His curls were all over the place as he made to smooth his hand over his hair. "Oils,if you don't mind. Thank you John."

His gaze lingered on John's back and on his ass. He really would need to spend a morning in prayers or something to calm down. His hunger for John was insatiable.

He was all those things. And then he didn't want to be so he wasn't. John tries his best not to cheat most of the time but that one? Nope. He'd have done the same for Oscar if he wouldn't have been worried the other man would be thrown off and wonder if it was all a dream.

But he nods to the answer before leaning on to kiss Oscar's cheek and reach his hands around to rub at his back a little, front to front.

"I could give you a backrub in the warm water if you'd like."

Oscar would have quietly freaked out. Sorry John. Mr Scratch had left some deep scars.

"I would love that. It doesn't hurt or ache, but..." He felt himself smile, slight and soft. "The attention...is quite nice."

And he planned on spoiling John rotten with back rubs and front rubs and anything else that came to mind.

He smiles and nods.

"It is, isn't it?" And Oscar is going to get a kiss on the nose again before he pulls him a little closer. There's time for a few kisses before they get in the tub, after all. It has to fill, after all.

Oscar laughed- giggled really- as he let himself be drawn in closer. He could hear the tub fill in the background.

"It is." Was all he said before he was kissing John again, his left arm brushing over John as his right hand graced his back. It was just a few kisses. They'd get in the bath...eventually.

The scent of the oils he's added start wafting through the bathroom as the heated water fills: sandalwood and patchouli and something resinous and warm to round them out. John takes a moment to keep rubbing at his hips and his lower back as they kiss, only breaking it when he turns back to the bath.

"I think that's good. It'll be more full once we get in. And the jets will be nice on your muscles."

"Right. We wouldn't want it to spill over." His voice was a little breathless, but he's trying to ignore it- or his rather, understandable reaction to making out.

The bathroom smells warm, masculine, and expensive. He takes a moment to breathe it in, letting it clear his mind- only to puzzle over one thing.

"Sorry John but...jets in the bath? Is that- a future thing?"

Jacuzzis sadly weren't a thing yet in his time.

He has to think about that.

"I think so," he says after a moment, "but they're nice. I'll show you. They feel good, like the water massaging you itself."

He kisses him once more before he draws back, and Oscar certainly would have felt that he wasn't the only one effected by the kissing, but it's visibly confirmed then as well. John will gesture to the little steps up to the bath.

"I'll get in first and then I can steady you while you step in. We can sit on opposite sides... or you can sit in my lap while we clean up."

"Huh. That's a pleasant thing from the future." He smiled. The other things he heard was...well. Mostly weird things he still had trouble understanding.

Water jets just sounded nice.

And it was nice to know he wasn't the only one effected from a quick glance. Though he had to offer a quick, small laugh at sitting on opposite sides.

"John sweetheart- we're not going to be able to stick to opposite sides. I'll sit on your lap." He paused, even as he stood on the steps up the bath.

"Oh. A-a-re you okay with me calling you that? Sweetheart?"

If anything, he looks thrilled about 'sweetheart'. He nods as he settles down and holds up an arm.

"I don't really want to be called any other name than John," he says easily enough, "but nicknames like that-" he nods again, "I like that. I like having a special name from you. I like being your sweetheart."

He pauses before adding.

"Y'maea is like that. It's what I called you before. I-it means 'Beloved One'. Are you okay with that?"

Oh, his heart. He swallowed, and stepped forward, making to take his arm, using it to balance as he stepped into the bath.

"You're John, and that's your name. That's why I was...worried, because names are important. Titles are important. But...I like you being my sweetheart too."

And he felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the warm bathwater on his thighs, or in how he was stepping over to sit on John's lap.

"S...so that's what it is. I...yes." He felt almost shy. "It-I might be a little...unprepared to say it in public though. But- I will always mean it. You're my sweetheart."

'Sweetheart'. He likes that.

"I won't say anything to anyone," he says firmly, "but I'll know what you mean." Wry. "And no one knows the meaning of the word on this ship but you. But I'll still probably only use it when we're together."

And he'll help Oscar to lower himself down in the water, though hopefully he doesn't mind the, er, 'seat' waiting for him on John's lap. John isn't in the least bit uncomfortable about being sat on. If anything, he rumbles happily as his arms go around Oscar and he'll place his chin on Oscar's shoulder. He'll give Oscar a little squeeze, enjoying the way his skin feels in the warm, oil-slicked water, and he turns his head to press a few kisses to Oscar's jaw.

"Let me turn on the jets. You'll get to feel them on your legs, mostly. Since you're sitting on me."

"That's more than fine with me. Sweetheart."

He felt a little giddy, a little guilty, like he was doing something he shouldn't have been. Which, he was. He was a priest. He shouldn't be calling anyone his sweetheart. But...John was, and he didn't regret that.

Or getting to sit on John's lap. He could feel John's...well, interest, but that certainly wasn't his fault. He was much the same way, and he was very happy to have John cuddling him up on his lap. He could even go without the jets, with the oil slicked water around them.

"One day, I might just ask to come and use your bathroom so I can soak up to my chin." He leaned back, and tilted his head to offer more neck for John to kiss, because it felt so nice.

"...maybe I should restructure my cabin. There's very little there."

John was going to pet him now, slick and soft in the nice hot water, and press a few kisses on his neck, the back of his jaw, just under it-

"You're welcome to," he says, "but you should make your cabin a space you love too." A few more kisses as his hands run over Oscar's thigh, brush over his belly. "Even if it's just so that you have a warm, inviting place to bring others. Or places you can offer to those who might need it."

He nuzzles now.

"This bathroom and the lounge and the kitchen and even my bedroom were rooms that I asked for long before I had a body to enjoy them. But I could let my inmate rest there when she was tolling, or enjoy a hot bath, or cook breakfast with her."

He considers for a moment before nibbling, lightly, along the line of his shoulder. He wants to see if Oscar likes that.

"May I touch your cock, Oscar? I want to show you more."

Oscar isn't the only one hungry for his partner's pleasure. John had gotten to see that smug little smile on his face that had been worth its weight in gold and more. Now he wants to see Oscar mounted on his cock, his own enveloped in John's hand, writhing with new sensations he'd never even imagined he could feel.

He felt his breath catch in his throat. Oh...that was lovely. He closed his eyes, arching under his touch, swallowing as he felt John's touch wander.

He was listening still, taking in what John was saying, thinking that it would be a good idea- somewhere where he and his inmate could rest, where he could make nourishing meals, a safe place to rest- but the nibbling had him softly gasp, and his body throbbed in want.

"More? Oh...yes. Yes, please, John." He swallowed. "I like-I like your ideas. Making a cabin a sanctuary. Perhaps- a private place to worship too. Comfortable bed, privacy...all of it." He rolled his head back.

"Please...show me more John."

"Of course, y'maea," he says, voice warm and syrupy and pleased, and that's when one hand will slip forward and wrap around his length, start very gently stroking him as the other arm keeps petting along his thighs and his belly. He'll turn his head to begin kissing along his neck and shoulder, given how kindly Oscar is baring himself to him.

In between the kisses, he'll start giving little nibbles, run his teeth lightly against the skin. Suck a little before kissing the spot sweetly. Oscar has a high collar, after all. And John wouldn't dream of leaving a visible spot.

Without permission, anyway.

His voice stays warm and low in between the kisses, the touches never pausing.

"You could have a little altar, if you like. Or a meditation room. A comfortable bed... yes, that would be good. Make sure you're rested. At your best."

Another few kisses.

"You're beautiful like this, Oscar. May I touch your ass? I want to show you something. Something that feels very good. It may feel odd at first, and if you don't like it, we can stop. But it's a sensation like nothing else and I want you to feel it and see if you like it. Is that all right?"

Oscar forgot about the jets. Or restructuring his room into a peaceful place for him or others to visit. Well- mostly.

John taking the lead, was all warm summer afternoons, a slow stretch that eased all aches, a touch of unexpected heat. Thank goodness for the high collar. He was going to be all over love bites when John was done.

"To...to be fair John...it's...all of it is a new sensation to me. Even the stroking."

Which was very good. He opened one eye, peering up at John. "So yes. Please. Show me?"

It would be his ass but...John wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He knew that.

"Fair enough," and he kisses him once more, this time on the cheek, before his other hand will venture between Oscar's legs. He'll take a moment to carefully play with his balls a little, and then he's slipping past to a spot just behind them to press up just so on an upstroke before he starts to massage in earnest.

Best to see if he even likes the sensation before he goes slipping any fingers inside.

Oscar closes his eyes again, his hand moving to gently stroke John's arm, gentle and idle.

The ball handling had him squirm happily, easily, before he felt the pressure. Oscar arched up a bit, an odd noise emerging from his throat before settling back down.

"Oh." His eyes opened. "That- that is different."

It wasn't bad at all. Just new, and soon he was squirming happily under John's hands. It was so odd but...pleasant.

He can't help but smile at that, and Oscar can't see it but he'll feel it against his skin. He'll shift then, just a little, and now it's something thicker and heavier pressing against that spot, massaging there. And his hand is going to go back to kneading at his balls again as he nibbles and kisses and sucks at his neck and shoulder. No pressure for more, just this.

"Do you like that? Or would you like more?" He kisses him again. "It would be more intense if I was inside of you. There's also a feeling of... fullness. Do you think you'd like that? Or is this good?"

Was it his fingers, or a tentacle or...his cock there, teasing and pressing so close? He could feel the soft smile, so content against his skin.

And he felt himself twitch at the idea of John inside him. Filling him up like he did with his femme form, making him come-

He bowed his head.

"I want to try it. I've...I thought, when I decided to ask it would be...you, having me. Like this. Or you riding me, relentless on the couch." He laughed, embarrassed. "A bit much, I suppose."

That gets a low laugh.

"Not at all," he says, still stroking, still pressing. "I like that idea very much. And I definitely would like to."

A soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"But there's a little extra preparation between two men. And the warm water and the oil help considerably. This is a good place for trying that."

He kisses him again, nuzzling afterwards, even as his fingers slip back and down, shifting what is definitely his cock to one side as he finds the hole there and starts to gently coax his finger through the tight ring of muscle.

"But you're going to look so lovely, I think, filled with my cock." He nuzzles at Oscar's throat, starts nibbling. "I can see it in my mind already, so gorgeous, taking every inch of me inside of your body, the both of us entwined in a whole new way." He'll start sliding in with his finger, starts stretching him just a little with some of the oil as he begins to try and get a second finger in.

"May I use my tentacles to hold you, Oscar? They would never hurt you. And it will help this go smoother and give you more support."

He shivered again. The sound was just- low, delicious against his spine. It made him squirm more, restless as John took his fingers, all oil slicked and pressed inside.

Oscar gasped, and arched forward, his hand grabbing at John's leg under the water for balance.

"You mean...that was your cock? I thought that was your tentacle. It felt massive."

Which was a compliment, from his squirming. He nodded though, glancing back. "Y-yes, please use them. I don't want to fall off."

Not that there'd be damage, bit he didn't want to stop.

He shifts his hips and Oscar will feel the curve of him rubbing against that spot. But alongside of it, he'll feel soft, smooth touches slipping around, steadying him, and warm even in the water.

"Everything feels large there," he says fondly, "and there, can you feel it? Wrapped all around you. No falling off for you."

It probably won't be very easy to tell if that's John's fingers or the tips of a tentacle as a second shape presses in, smooth as silk. And as both of them start stroking him open with the slick water and oil. He hasn't paused any of the rest of it, after all. Including the kisses and the nibbles.

But still. Slow. Gentle. Overwhelming in a different way.

"I've got you, Oscar. Beloved. You don't have to worry about anything."

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