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Right could feel the exhaustion pushing his eyelids down against his will as he tried to sort through the paperwork on his desk. He was very close to being done, but it was a slow go. The only thing that kept him motivated was the face he knew was waiting for him that night; Soft copper brown eyes, a sweet smile, curly brown hair with a matching wide mustache and the softest lips you could possibly imagine. Right loved to run his thumb over those lips, pursed and seeking, before leaning in to kiss the corner of his husband's mouth, gently rotating his head so their lips just barely made contact. Reg liked to be handled roughly, but Right found that being gentle actually made him more riled up. More excited. More needy.
The thought pushed Right to keep working, even as he wondered if it would be easier to get some sleep first and just leave this for the morning.
That was when he heard the door open behind him. It was subtle, the door wasn't very loud, but as the door shut, Right heard the distinct sound of clicking high heels on the hardwood floor, slow and firm, as if the approacher's gait was poised. Right was careful not to let on that he heard, knowing how the newcomer was going to make themself known.
The footsteps stopped right behind him, and he held his breath.
A second later, two arms bedazzled with glittering rings wrapped around his torso from behind, and a soft cheek pressed firmly into his back between his shoulder blades.
"Haha! I got you, Righty!"
Right chuckled, feigning shock as he twisted in Reg's hold to wrap him up in a huge hug and pushing his two hats off his forehead to give his temple a scruffy kiss.
"Ev'nin', luv." Right twirled Reg's mustache around his finger, which made Reg giggle and blush, "Yea, ya got me. What a pleasant surprise."
Reg's smile pushed his eyelids up and squashed his freckles together, "I missed you today, Right. Did you have a nice day?"
"Ah, you know. It was fine. 'til yew showed up, that is." Right leaned in to whisper lowly, "Now Ah'm ecstatic."
Reg's smile was sweet, almost intoxicatingly so, as he tugged on Right's tie to try and bring him down. Right stooped just a little bit, nuzzling Reg's forehead before locking their lips. Reg hummed happily as he leaned into the kiss, fighting a smile that tugged on the corner of his lips, and in response, Right nuzzled into Reg's cheek to leave a kiss there too.
"Ohh, I missed you!" Reg cooed lovingly, "Come to bed with me? Pretty pleeease?"
Right sighed, "Sorry, Reg. I'm behind on work."
"It can wait." Reg tugged on his tie again, "You could use the sleep, baby. Work will be easier when you've got a fresh set of eyes to look at it with. Come to bed with meee? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on tooop...?"
Right felt his knees buckle under the pressure of the entire work day, and his eyes unfocused as he closed them, taking a deep breath and feeling the tingling in his fingertips and toes.
Reg gave his tie one last tug, and Right finally conceded, "Fine. Let's go."
Reg jumped in place before taking Right's wrists to drag him from the room, and Right didn't fight it. They held hands on the way back to their room, simply content in each other's presence. Reg hummed on their way back, and Right wasn't quite so tired anymore. He held Reg's left hand in his right, so he lifted it a little bit, running his thumb over the gold wedding band and bejeweled engagement ring on Reg's ring finger. Reg smiled when he noticed, looking away and blushing again.
"Come here." Reg waved Right over once they were back in their personal lounge, "I have a surprise for you."
Right may have suspected the surprise had to do with certain unholy activities they liked to participate in together...multiple times a day, he might add...but if Reg had that intention, he'd already have a hand down Right's pants by now. Instead, his smile was innocent, unclouded by lust, simply warm in a bubbly kind of way as he took Right's hands and continued giggling like a young school boy nervously confessing to their crush.
Right laughed along with him as he pushed the bathroom door open, "Reg, what're yew doin'?"
Reg stuck his tongue out playfully, "I'll show you! Remember how we got that fancy bathtub installed when we first built this place? Well, we've never tested it out together before! I want to try it tonight!"
Right eyed him up and down, "What? We haven't seen each other all day, and ya haven't offered t' ride me yet?"
Reg huffed in annoyance, pouting adorably so his heavy upper lip stuck out, "No! I don't love you just for your dick, Righty! What do you take me for?"
"A horny twink."
Reg's face reddened in embarrassment, and he tried to act angry as he stomped his foot, "Not tonight! Tonight I'm just a loving husband who also happens to be a twink. Get it right!"
"Alroit, Ah believe ya." Right gave Reg's cheek a stroke, "Aw, cheer up, buttercup. I was just teasin' ya. What'd ya have in mind?"
Right knew it slightly annoyed Reg when he teased him like this, but he was so cute when he got all flustered like that, it was definitely worth it.
Reg smirked, pleased with himself, "That's what I thought. Come here! Watch!"
Reg strutted up to the huge bathtub at the other end of the rainbow-tiled floor, gingerly taking his rings and gloves off to plug it up and turn on the water. As Right curiously stood beside him to watch the sparkling tub fill up, he marvelled at the sheer size of it. It made him realize that he hadn't had an actual bath in ages, not since before he ran away. He thought he was just a young girl back then, oblivious to the turmoil he would later face at his changing body and the social role he was expected to fill in the church.
Another thing he noticed about this bathtub was how many jets there were. Right of course knew what a whirlpool bathtub was, but this one had multiple different kinds of jets. He wasn't sure what they all did, but judging by Reg's excitement as he checked over everything, he knew, and he was prepared.
Reg stepped aside for him, "Feel free to check the temperature for yourself as it fills up. I'm going to take my hair out."
Right watched him move to the sink, where he took his hats off to set on the counter and began the process of unpinning his hair from its meticulous nest of bobby pins. It fell in stiff ringlets from the buckets of hairspray Reg doused it with every morning, unpinning enough bobby pins to hold the Titanic together until the brown curls finally fell completely, covering Reg's eyes until he parted his bangs to peek around them, offering Right a bright smile.
Right took one long stride to push the curls aside, "Fuckin' 'ell, Reg. Do ya got any idea 'ow precious y'are?"
Reg stood on the stool in front of the sink to kiss Right's cheek, "I have some idea. You certainly won't let me forget, my love."
Right set his hat beside both of Reg's as he returned to the bathtub. It was steaming a little bit, but when he stuck his hand in the water, it wasn't too hot. Reg would probably disagree, he was more sensitive to hot water, but he was the one who set the temperature in the first place, so Right didn't want to mess with it too much if it didn't bother him.
Once Reg had stripped out of his suit jacket and kicked his shoes off, he stuck a hand in the water too, "Oh. It's a little warm."
Right snorted, and Reg glared at him, pouting as he shook his hand dry and moved to the buttons on his dress shirt, covered by a little ruffle in place of a tie.
Right glanced at him as he loosened his tie, letting his collar wrinkle a little bit as he pushed it aside to show his Adam's apple, and Reg flushed red as he shoved him.
"Right!"
Right laughed heartily, "Alroit, Ah'll quit teasin' ya fer real. Promise."
Reg shyly hesitated before shrugging his shirt the rest of the way off. He had a big scar across his collarbone from the scuffle with Terrence way back in the day, and he also had a ton of lighter scars across his forearms from nervously picking at his skin. He was self-conscious about those, but Right assured him that they didn't tarnish his handsomeness in the slightest. There were various other scars, like the old scrapes on his palms and knees from past clumsiness, or the slash across the length of the outside of his forearm from the old client that attacked him and pushed Right to confess his feelings all those years ago. Right's touch lingered on Reg's shoulders, lifting his chin up a bit to meet his eye.
Reg smiled as Right's thumb ran over his lip, "What are you doing?"
Right smiled back, chuckling softly, "Just admirin' a work o' art."
Reg pushed his hands away, still blushing, "Oh, shut up."
Right let Reg unbutton his vest, tugging his tie off the rest of the way and then fumbling on the buttons of his dress shirt. Right undid the rest of them himself, and as soon as he was shirtless, Reg ran his hands from Right's chest to his sides, rubbing his cheek into the firm muscles of his partner.
Right rolled his eyes, "Reg."
"Huh? Oh! Right!" Reg stuck his hand in the water again. It wasn't quite full, but that didn't matter. The two of them would take up space in the tub too, "Okay, you get in first! I want to unpin your hair!"
Of course. Reg always wanted to be the one who handled Right's hair, and Right himself was ultimately indifferent to how his hair looked as long as it was brushed, so he didn't mind, and it was really nice to be fussed over by his loving husband. Those nimble fingers massaging his scalp and styling his hair, resting his cheek on his head and kissing each bundle of strands he handled...
Finally, Right had stripped down to his boxers, all his muscles and scars on full display. Reg forced himself to look away, but Right saw the way they darted to scan over his body anyway.
Right leaned over the bathtub, "Like whatcha see?"
"Right! You said you'd stop teasing me!"
"Ah, roit. Sorry." Right laughed as he dropped his boxers, "Maybe don't stare at me, then."
Reg covered both eyes, blushing up to his ears, but he peeked between his fingers when he heard the water shifting as Right climbed into the bathtub. He lay on his back, letting his hair fall outside the tub, and that was when Reg took it in both hands to begin the process of unpinning it. It was especially elaborate today, with four braids that came down from around Right's hairline to wrap around the rest in a tight bun at the back of his head. There were never too many bobby pins, and Right had asked Reg to never use hairspray on him, but otherwise, he had free range to be as creative as he wanted, provided Right could still wear his hat of course.
One by one, each braid was unravelled until the waves fell over the rim of the bathtub, and Reg reached for the hairbrush to gently untangle the few tangles he'd accumulated despite the meticulous pinning and such. Right closed his eyes as Reg worked through his hair. It never hurt when Reg brushed his hair, because he had such a gentle hand. It took about three times as long as the normal brushing Right did himself, but it was over an hour before their usual bedtime. They could afford to go slow.
"Perfect!" Reg set the brush aside, "I'll brush my own hair once all the hairspray is out."
Right leaned forward so his hair fell around his face, the tips just long enough to hit the water around lower chest level when he was sitting up like this. Reg finished undressing himself before he pushed the stool over so he could more easily climb in.
"Arg!" Reg gripped the edge of the tub as he tried to balance on one foot, "Curse my height!"
Right moved to one side, rippling the water, "Here, lemme 'elp yew."
Right offered his hands, which Reg took gratefully, leaning on him as he hoisted a leg over the rim, then the other, slowly sinking in to his knees. The added volume pushed the water level up, so by the time Reg was fully seated on the floor of the tub, they were both in up to their shoulders, but only just barely. They had both also begun to float slightly, Reg more so than Right, so it was easy for Reg to sidle up to Right and sit in his lap.
"Wow." Right whistled, "Big tub."
Reg brushed Right's hair to one side of his head, pushing a good portion of it underwater, "It was a special order. For us."
Right took a curl of Reg's hair to twirl it around one finger, and Reg leaned into the touch as he reached for his favorite shampoo on the shelving beside them. He squirted a big glob of it into his hands and massaged that into his scalp, washing away all grime he'd accumulated throughout the day.
"But you haven't even seen what it can do yet." Reg leaned back to rinse out his soapy hair, "Ready? This is the surprise!"
He hit a button on the outer rim of the tub, and a bunch of the jets turned on. One of them sprayed some kind of pink soap that easily foamed into densely-packed bubbles, and before long, the two husbands were sitting in a pink bubble bath.
Right was amazed. He simply stared, as Reg, with his hair all washed and forming its natural curls, surrounded by pink bubble bath solution like some kind of anime daydream.
Reg winked at him, "Cool, right? Pink isn't all it can do, either!"
He felt along those buttons again to press a few more, and a different set of jets activated. They sprayed in a pattern, starting with red bubbles, then orange, followed by yellow, green, blue, and then purple before starting over again at red.
"Seriously?" Right ruffled his wet hair, "Could yew get any more gay than ya already are?"
"I try, but I'm unsure." was Reg's answer.
As each color filled the tub, some of the colors mixed together and created splashes of aquamarine, indigo, magenta, and tangerine before the color began to muddy just a little bit. Reg wiped those bubbles off the surface so they popped as he switched the color back to a solid baby pink.
"We can't do that for too long, unfortunately." Reg said as he filled his hands with water to coat Right's hair, "We'd end up in a bath of muddy grey, otherwise."
Right just shook his head, "You're silly sometimes, you know that?"
"Keeps you on your toes." Reg ran his fingers through Right's hair, "Can you think of anything gayer than two husbands in a rainbow bubble bath together?"
"I admit, nothin's readily comin' t' mind."
Right snuck a kiss onto Reg's cheek. When Reg's mustache was weighed down by water, it drooped in such an intensely cute way. Reg's messy curls fell over his forehead as he lay against Right's chest, nuzzling sweetly into his neck to leave a few kisses there as his hands continued to play with the long locks of hair that fell over Right's shoulders.
Right lay back enough to submerge his hair, floating slightly on the surface with Reg still lounging on top of him. The bubbles lazily floated around them as they stuck together, a few of them popping and leaving a thin film of pink soap over the surface of the water.
After awhile, Reg moved around to Right's back, making him sit up so he could lather his hair with shampoo, and Right tilted his head back to avoid getting soap in his eyes.
Reg set his chin on Right's shoulder, "I love you, Righty."
Right tilted his head towards him, "Ah love ya too, Reg."
Reg kissed his lips, once again running a hand through soapy, flaming, orange-red hair. Right never thought he'd enjoy having long hair again. He liked it when he was young, but he began to realize how many people assumed he was a girl just because of his long hair alone, and it made him hate it so much, but of course, he knew better now.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was. Every single day, he found himself in absolute awe at just how far he'd come from the darkness of his past, absolutely certain that he would never be happy again.
And now here he was, being pampered by the love of his life, in a place he felt truly safe, never having to wonder where his next meal was coming from.
"Right?" Reg tucked a hair behind his ear, "Are you crying?"
Right blinked, and his blurry vision cleared as tears fell to mingle with the bath water, "Ah. So I am. Heh. 'm jus' so 'appy t' be 'ere wit' yew."
Reg wrapped his arms around Right's neck from behind, "I'm glad. I'm happy to be here with you too."
Right recalled when Reg used to massage the red marks left on his sides and back from the binder he wore to hide his chest before he was able to get top surgery. Reg gave him hope for a future he previously thought was impossible. He was his whole world.
Reg sighed as he rested against Right's back so he could feel the softness of his chest. Reg was delightfully plump and soft, so he had a pronounced breast and a stomach that always stuck out over the waistband of his lace panties. Right felt that softness up against the muscle of his back, and he found himself tilting his head again to seek those lips he liked so much.
Reg kissed along Right's jawline, purposefully dodging his lips, and Right growled low under his breath.
"Haha. This is payback for teasing me."
Right tried to turn with his whole body, but Reg was prepared, burying a fist in Right's hair to halt him.
"Nope. Stay still." Reg commanded gently in his ear, "It's my turn, now."
Right knew he could easily overpower him if he wanted, kiss him breathless, hold him close so he couldn't escape and make him gasp and whimper...but, he decided not to this time. When Reg's attention was on him like this, it made him feel weak in the knees in the best way possible. So, out of both love and curiosity, he relented, holding still as Reg peppered kisses across his neck and shoulder, his ear, and then the small of his back, brushing the sopping-wet hair out of the way for easier access.
Reg wrapped his arms around Right's waist, both hands coming up to stroke his pecs. Reg sucked a hickey into Right's neck, humming a little as he tried to hold back his giddy laughter, with little success.
Right thought it was just so precious, and when he turned his head a second time to try and lock their lips, Reg obliged, and Right twisted his whole body around, leaning into the kiss enough to bite Reg's lower lip.
"Mph-!", Reg gasped as he pushed more insistently against Right's growing smile, "Cheater!"
Right chuckled into the kiss, both hands coming up to hold Reg's hips as he jumped into his lap again, "'f Ah recall correctly, yer th' one who pulled ma 'air t' get me t' 'old still."
Reg pouted against Right's mouth, sliding to nuzzle against his messy, slightly unkempt mustache, "I said it was my turn, didn't I?"
"Hm. Ah 'spose ya did." Right broke the sloppy kiss to let their foreheads rest together, "We gettin' out any time soon? We'll end up pickled, at this rate."
"I don't want to leave yet. The water's still warm."
Oh, Right wasn't going to let Reg use that as an excuse. They'd been in this tub plenty long enough for the water to cool down, and it was still just as warm as when they got in. If Right knew his husband, then Reg had this bathtub custom-made with a water heater. If it was already pre-made to dispense colorful bubble soap at the push of a button, surely a heater would be all too easy to include.
Right whispered right in Reg's ear, "Th' bed's warm too."
Reg shivered, "N-not at first..."
"Yer warm in ma arms, no?" Right let his damp mustache brush against Reg's ear, drawing a squeak from him, "I can keep ya warm, luv."
Reg swallowed, trembling a little bit against Right's chest, "Just a little longer? Pleeease...?"
Right sighed long and slow, "Very well. Now, will this bath be productive?"
Reg leaned over the rim of the bathtub to grab the discarded hairbrush, "Brush my hair for me?"
Yeah, probably for the best that they didn't wash each other if they wanted to actually get clean. If Reg was spreading body wash across Right's chest and he began to drift lower and lower, the atmosphere would shift considerably, and neither of them wanted to lose the current mood just yet.
Instead, once Right had finished brushing Reg's hair, which didn't take long, it was pretty short compared to his own, they faced away from each other to finish bathing. At some point, Reg nearly slipped as he stood in the tub, but Right only turned long enough to catch him and prop him upright before turning around again, though he did catch the flush that encompassed Reg's entire face, which was adorable.
Even once they were all clean though, Reg was still resistant to leaving the tub. He draped himself over Right's back, kissing his cheek and neck before nuzzling him in a way that made his own mustache tickle Right's skin, which made him shiver.
"Yunno, Reg..."
Reg looked up, his eyelashes fluttering against Right's ear, "Yeees...?"
Right turned again to seek Reg's cheek, "Ya seem extra sweet an' lovin' today. Any particular reason?"
"Mmm..." Reg leaned into Right's soft touches, "Not really. I'm just really happy to see you again. I...didn't have a great day today."
"Ah. 'm sorry t' 'ear that."
"Don't be. I don't even remember why I was sad." Reg smiled into the side of Right's head, "Just seeing your face is enough to cheer me up."
"'m glad." Right held Reg against his chest as Reg's arms came up to wrap around his neck.
He always felt right at home like this, when Reg caught him between meetings and reached up just like this, stretching as high as he could to give him a brief hello kiss. Sometimes, he just couldn't resist giving in to the instinct within him that wanted a deeper kiss, and Right was happy to stoop just a little bit to accommodate his height. He knew that when his arms were around Reg like this, it always made him relax. He said it was because Right made him feel safe, and every time he said it, Right could feel his heart melting a little bit. He wanted to be a protector. He never wanted to make anyone he cared about feel unsafe, especially not the man he'd made a promise to almost twenty years ago.
There was a very faint tan line on Right's left ring finger from the gold wedding band he always wore, the only piece of jewelry he could never go without.
Finally, after holding Reg like that for what felt like hours, he lifted his head, "Shall we continue this in bed?"
Reg blinked, yawning against Right's chest hair, "Alright. I suppose falling asleep here wouldn't be ideal."
Right propped him up on his knees before climbing out of the tub, and he retrieved a clean towel to bring back for Reg. Reg stood up in the tub, his arms out as he prickled with goosebumps in the cool air, and Right wrapped the towel around him like a burrito before lifting him from the tub to hold him bridal style. He set him down just outside the bathroom, going back in to retrieve a towel for himself and unplug the drain for the bathtub. Everything else could wait until morning, he thought.
Reg's hair puffed out as he dried it, and Right playfully ruffled it as it covered one eye, "Hey!"
"Yer such a delight, luv."
Reg crossed his arms. Right knew he could be intimidating when he wanted, so in comparison, his little disapproving pout was just so cute.
Right held back a laugh, "Aw, come now, luv. Don' lookit me like that. You want pajamas?"
Reg held his glare a moment longer before heading off to the massive armoire near the bed.
Right just threw on some clean boxers before climbing into bed, but Reg decided he wanted a little more, dressing in a lacy black nightgown with matching lacy black shorts. He threw on a fleecy overshirt that utterly engulfed him as he yawned into a fist before climbing into bed beside Right, and Right threw the quilted duvet over both of them, hugging the small figure of his husband close, even as it was buried in a thick layer of fleece.
Right chuckled, "Still cold?"
But Reg didn't answer. He was out like a light, snoring softly, little "nyeh"s escaping every once in awhile when he exhaled.
Right smiled as he kissed his forehead, "G'night, Reg."
It wasn't long before Right was out too, both husbands basking in the warmth of the other as they slumbered away in the peace of the quiet room.
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