Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[It's free time during the day, and Corbeau has been out and about doing things. Mostly, he'd been collecting mushrooms during one of their daily hikes, and because of that he's undoubtedly covered in dirt, spores, and Arceus knows what else. He needs a good shower...so he gathers up his clothes and soap and heads for the shower blocks, ears perked to the sound of one of the showers already running. He glances over at the benches nearby and spots a familiar set of pink clothing...and if he didn't know whose those were just by the color and the text on the ass, he could have just looked underneath the curtain to check for painted toenails.

Humming to himself, loud enough to make sure Urbain may be able to hear over the rush of water, he'll put his things down and shuck his shirt, tilting his head before leaning over to the curtain so he can speak against it.]

Hello, there. Mind if I join you...?

[Urbain is taking his shower because He Too is a dirt boy and doesn't want to be a dirt boy forever. He's midway through washing his hair when he hears someone else come by, thinks nothing of it, and then suddenly there's a voice outside and he Jolts.]

Uh— hi? ["Stop screaming it's just me" energy here, except he's not screaming and he's quickly washing the rest of the suds out of his hair.] It's— these aren't that big, y'know, but I guess so.

[Stop screaming it's just your new mob boss boyfriend!!]

That's the point.

[Corbeau answers helpfully as he glances around to make sure they're truly alone before he shucks his shorts and pulls the edge of the curtain aside, stepping in with Urbain.

Behind Urbain, his chest nearly pressed up against his back. He makes sure to exaggerate his sigh at the feeling of the hot water beating against his skin.]

Thank Arceus the water's warm.

[Hhhhh ohhh hello wow hello wow—

There is No fucking way he's making it out of this alive.]

Y-yeah, it's pretty nice. ...here's the soap. [Passing that over. Not looking at Corbeau.]

Thank you.

[He takes the soap in hand and starts to lather his hands up with it, but he isn't immediately washing himself. Oh no.]

Would you like some help getting your back?

[HhhHHHHhHHhhHhh—]

Oh, uh, yeah, I haven't gotten it yet. If you... don't mind?

[This is a genuine response but also he fears what his dick is gonna do in a second here when he's touched. His ears are burning. Help.]

[Don't worry :) He is not planning anything nefarious :)) he just wants to help!

Anyway, he'll take the soap and start gently lathering up Urbain's shoulders with it, working slowly and methodically...like he's massaging deep into his muscles, almost. He doesn't need to do all that, but he is.

Just like how he doesn't need to lean in and press a tender kiss to the nape of Urbain's neck as he works.]

How has your day been?

[Well, you know, he won't complain about a back massage. It feels too damn good, and he loves to be pampered, highkey. Urbain sighs, letting his shoulders relax and then snort-giggling when Corbeau kisses his neck.]

Could've been worse. I tripped over a couple of rocks today while hiking around, but I'm okay. I want you to be proud of me, 'cause I healed my own scrapes!

[He did it! He's healer now :)]

Pretty soon I'm gonna be a master of this, you just watch.

Oh, you've been practicing?

[Rub rub...he's being gentle but firm, clearly intending to help work out those knots because he sure has them. Urbain is a chipper boy, but that stress in him runs deep.]

You'd better not go around being reckless just for more healing opportunities, you know.

No, no no, I'm super bad with handling pain, so I wouldn't do something like that. It just happened to work out that way.

[Urbain is very happy to have healing magic, because next time one of them gets badly hurt, he can do something about it. He uh... still should study medicine though. Probably.]

You're good at back massages, beeteedubs.

Alright. I'll hold you to that, then.

[He moves a little lower, to the middle of his back now.

Pauses.]

Beeteedubs?

"B-T-W". Which means "by the way".

[Internet Slang for Dummies.]

...can't you just say "by the way"?

[Oh god you sound so old you have to stop this Urbain is going to leave you.]

Nope. Gotta confuse you, old man!

[Urbain laughs, throwing his head back slightly until it hits Corbeau's shoulder, where he just sorta lays there for a second, grins up at him, and then straightens back up.]

Edited 2026-04-04 03:37 (UTC)

Hmm…naughty.

[He continues to rub Urbain’s back for him, pressing his fingers into the sore parts of his shoulders, working out the tension until he probably forgets they’re actually bathing.

At least until Corbeau decides to wander even lower, hand smoothing across the small of his back, teasing over the curves of his hips…]

[Urbain is feeling nice. He feels so loved and his shoulders feel so much less tense... he could fall asleep if he wasn't standing up and oh hips oh squeeze hips oh wait

hi—]

Whuh. Hey...

Hmm?~

[He gives his hips another little squeeze, pressing another lingering kiss to the back of his neck.]

Something wrong?

W-we're... kinda technically in public, and you're being handsy. What if someone hears...?

[His dick is starting to wake up like oh hello! What are we doing?]

[All according to keikaku…]

No one was here when I arrived, I made sure of that. And the water is loud enough to muffle voices, provided you aren’t screaming or anything like that.

[It’s also kinda suss for there to be two pairs of feet in one fucking shower but.]

Half of the Grove if not more has bathed together before. That’s not unusual, now is it?

But that's different— this is— you're way close...!

[Half the Grove are also dating each other! So that doesn't count!! And you can't fuck in the bathhouse it says so on the sign!]

You're not even washing at this point.

[Urbain is starting to suspect several things...!]

I'm washing. I'm just taking my time.

[Yeah sure uh huh he's totally going to believe you on that. Especially when he's STILL running his hands up and down Urbain's thick-ass thighs. "Washing" them.]

If it makes you feel any better, I'll let you wash me next. Is that fair?

[You're not washing him you're TOUCHIN!!!]

Uhhh... yeah. Okay. [Except he's getting a stiffy from all this so he doesn't wanna turn around, thus the hesitation.] I uh... y-yeah.

Sounds good. Now be patient, because I'm not done with you yet.

[Which means...yes, his hands are going right back to Urbain's hips. Except now, they're not just on his hips, but starting to wander a little further south...

If his hands smooth over his asscheeks, that's between him and Arceus.]

[Urbain bites his lip, but it does very little to muffle the horny gasp he makes at this.

HhHhhHhh hi. Hi hello.]

[Aw cmon, don't muffle yourself...you're the only ones here, and he wants to hear you...

He squeezes Urbain's ample asscheeks, gently massaging them as he "washes" the lower half of his body along with everything else.]

There we are. Isn't that nice?

hello it's time to be nasty

:3

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