"I feel very welcome," Gonou replies, equally warm, with just a hint of teasing, and rises to his feet without letting go of Jedao's hand. He leans in for a kiss without making the slightest gesture to clean his face.
"I'm tempted," Gonou breathes across his lips, lifting his own free hand to cradle the nape of Jedao's neck. "But I do have a few chores I should do after tea, and I like it when this look is just for you."
"That's true," Gonou allows, and steals one more kiss before he leans back and reaches for the soap. "Next time."
He washes with quick efficiency, passing the soap over to Jedao when he's done; still, he's not missing opportunities to press their legs together or brush close.
Gonou leans into the light brush of Jedao's hand, just for a moment, smiling into his eyes.
Then, briskly, he turns the water off and steps out of the shower, pulling one of the towels down from the rack to dry off. He steps to the side as he's rubbing it through his hair, leaving Jedao enough room to get his own towel.
Jedao follows, and manages to resist the urge to ruffle Gonou's newly fluffed-up hair, at least until they're both reasonably dry, and less likely due to getting in each other's way.
Gonou makes a startled noise at the touch of Jedao's hand on his hair, then breaks into laughter at the ruffling. He tucks his towel low around his hips, securing it with a twist, and leans down to steal a kiss before he leads the way to the kitchen and the tea.
He pours Jedao's cup first, giving it just enough steeping time to develop scent and not quite enough even for the delicate flavor of the white tea. Those, he waits for before he pours his own. He does actually enjoy tea himself, after all.
Jedao wraps his towel under his armpits, a habit he got into reflexively covering his (not his) chest scars, despite the lack of breasts to be modest about. He holds the cup in both hands, like someone drinking coffee or hot chocolate on a cold night, savoring the heat, waiting for Gonou's to be ready before taking a sip.
With white tea, Gonou only waits another minute before pouring his own cup, settling beside Jedao with the cup in his hands in turn.
"...so temperature and nice smells are good," he says, thoughtfully, letting their shoulders brush together. "But as little flavor as possible. Texture?"
Jedao drops his eyes to his teacup, turning it around in his hands.
"Texture is alright. It's like...something else to focus on?" Shen Wei has made him plain tofu a few times, and the silkiness is interesting, at least. "Maybe not...chewy." Since that would just mean being in his mouth longer.
"Mm," Gonou says, mild and thoughtful. Easy to eat, high calorie, low flavor, maybe perfumed. "Would it bother you, if I tried making a few things for you, from... time to time?"
The glance he shoots Jedao is a little uncertain: almost nervous, although he's covering it well. He suspects it will bother him, but it's something he does wish he could do.
Jedao resists the urge to fidget. "I just...I don't want you to get your hopes up too much," he says after a pause that's a little too long. "I don't want it to be a whole project."
He looks down into his teacup, leaning just a little more firmly against Jedao's shoulder. "I, ah. Don't want to make you uncomfortable. But something little, from time to time, maybe?"
Jedao lets him be a caretaker so often: he does know it's ridiculous. But it bothers him, that there isn't anything that's easier for Jedao to eat, when he does in fact still have to eat.
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For a long moment, he lingers, weightless, then lets his eyes slip open again and smiles up at him. He raises a hand to cup over Jedao's on his cheek.
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"Are you planning to go to tea like that, dear?"
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He washes with quick efficiency, passing the soap over to Jedao when he's done; still, he's not missing opportunities to press their legs together or brush close.
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"I'm curious now how long you'll last when it actually starts feeling icky," Jedao muses as he takes the soap, teasing-but-it's-true.
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It only works because he's asleep, but still. He ducks his head under the water, rinsing the last suds free, and glances over to Jedao.
"Ready?"
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"Ready."
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Then, briskly, he turns the water off and steps out of the shower, pulling one of the towels down from the rack to dry off. He steps to the side as he's rubbing it through his hair, leaving Jedao enough room to get his own towel.
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He pours Jedao's cup first, giving it just enough steeping time to develop scent and not quite enough even for the delicate flavor of the white tea. Those, he waits for before he pours his own. He does actually enjoy tea himself, after all.
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"...so temperature and nice smells are good," he says, thoughtfully, letting their shoulders brush together. "But as little flavor as possible. Texture?"
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"Texture is alright. It's like...something else to focus on?" Shen Wei has made him plain tofu a few times, and the silkiness is interesting, at least. "Maybe not...chewy." Since that would just mean being in his mouth longer.
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The glance he shoots Jedao is a little uncertain: almost nervous, although he's covering it well. He suspects it will bother him, but it's something he does wish he could do.
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Jedao lets him be a caretaker so often: he does know it's ridiculous. But it bothers him, that there isn't anything that's easier for Jedao to eat, when he does in fact still have to eat.
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"It... well. I know eating's difficult for you. If there is anything I can do to make it easier, I want to."
He pauses briefly, and lets his gaze fall back down to his teacup, and adds, "And it does mean a lot to me to be able to cook for people."
It had felt slightly too much like a lie, implying that it's entirely for Jedao's benefit.
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He's not going to like it, but he does have to eat something. It might as well be things Gonou makes, as long as he wont be too disappointed.
"Protein is good. I have options for bland carbs - I'll just take sugar pills on really bad days, sometimes - but I need protein, too."
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"But it's easier than most of what's in the cafeteria."
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He takes a sip of his tea, before it gets too cold, and murmurs, "Anything else, or -- change of subject?"
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