I remain in the Arthur x Drifter trenches, hopping from one self-indulgent project to the next. Recently, I've fallen prey to Danielle's "Arthur enjoying private time in the shower" propaganda. Enjoy!
Steam roiled within the close confines of the shower, creating a fine mist that beaded upon the carapace-like armor of the protoframe's body as Arthur stood with the door ajar. Anxieties chittered in the dark corners of his crowded mind as he watched the spray, the soothing white noise helping to reduce them to a quiet murmur.
"You sure you want to try this?" Drifter asked, their voice an incorporeal echo within the privacy of Arthur's head. "You seem tense."
They felt the sudden rush of embarrassment that colored Arthur's cheeks with heat, and immediately regretted asking the question. Arthur was a doer, preferring action to discussion once a decision had been made. And the decision had been made, with Arthur being the one to initially suggest it.
"Yes," Arthur said, his voice clipped due to the frustrated clench in his jaw—an emotion Drifter, too, could feel through the link of Transference. "I'm sure. I'd tell you if I wasn't."
"I know, I'm sorry," Drifter said through their mental link—something Arthur had requested they use during the shared experiment.
Hearing his own voice used to speak Drifter's words during combat engagements was one thing, he'd explained. But he wasn't sure the effect would be beneficial during a more intimate engagement. Perhaps in the future, if this went well…
"It's just, I can feel you and want you to relax."
Drifter flexed both of Arthur's hands, then reached out to let the warm water of the shower run over his palms. Stepping forward, they tilted his face up into the spray and ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back. The water running off Arthur's frame was foul with grime from their recent fight with a tech-rot hoard, and as Drifter examined him further they grabbed for their bodywash and began carefully cleansing him of the past day.
Under their attentive touch, Drifter felt Arthur's muscles relax as the adrenaline faded from his system—giving way to a pleasant sort of contentment that felt nearly as warm as the water streaming off his shoulders. Arthur hummed deep in his throat as Drifter ran his hand down the length of his side then over the round of his ass, stopping to cup a cheek as if this were an entirely necessary step in the bathing process.
"Examining the goods?" Arthur asked, his voice thickening as arousal tightened in his navel.
