slytherin boys react

lorenzo berkshire: sharing a bath with them as best friends

after you endured an attack, paranoia gripped you, making it impossible to be alone, and they were too afraid to leave you by yourself. now, here you both are, sitting on opposite sides of a bathtub, with an excessive amount of bubbles filling the entire tub and covering your bare bodies.

as you sit in silence, your mind races, replaying the events that led to this moment. you can't help but wonder how everything spiraled into this, sharing a bathtub with your best friend, both of you completely exposed, the situation teetering between surreal and oddly comforting.

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your thoughts are interrupted by a low whistle from the other end of the bathtub. your eyes dart up to find his gaze fixed on you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you seem deep in thought," he observes, his voice cutting through the silence. "care to share?"

you blush slightly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else you can't quite pinpoint. "i was just... thinking about what brought us here," you admit, looking away from his intense gaze.

he chuckles softly, his expression turning serious. "you know why we're here," he says gently, his voice laced with concern. "i can't bear the thought of you being alone after what happened."

a pang of guilt tugs at your heart as you remember the attack. he's been there for you since then, always making sure you're never alone. "i know," you murmur, "but this... it feels so strange."

you continue, "i mean, how am i supposed to wash my hair properly with you just staring at me like that?"

he chuckles again, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "i could always turn around, you know," he teases.

he leans forward slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. "or," he says slowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "you could just let me wash it for you."

your heart skips a beat at his suggestion. the idea of him washing your hair, his fingers running through the strands, sends a wave of heat through you. but you try to keep your cool, not wanting to give away how much the idea affects you. "sure," you say simply.

you feel his hands dip into the water behind you, and a moment later, they're in your hair, massaging the shampoo into your locks. his fingers are gentle yet firm, working their magic on your scalp.

you can't help but let out a soft sigh, the sensation of his fingers in your hair sending waves of pleasure through you. you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling, letting him take care of you.

he chuckles quietly, clearly noticing your response to his touch. "enjoying this, are we?" he teases, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

his hand moves to the nape of your neck, his fingers massaging the tense muscles there. "you're so relaxed now," he says softly, his breath warm against your ear. "i guess that means i'm doing my job well."

he continues to wash your hair, his fingers roaming your scalp and caressing your neck, eliciting another sigh from you.

his touch is both soothing and tantalizing, and you have to fight the urge to lean back into him. you can't deny the effect he has on you, the way he makes your body react.

but he seems equally affected, if his ragged breathing is any indication. you can feel his body just a few inches away from your back, every breath he takes sending a shiver down your spine.

as he finishes rinsing out the shampoo, his hands remain on your shoulders, his fingers gently kneading your skin. "all done," he murmurs, his voice thick with something you can't quite identify.

he doesn't withdraw his hands, instead letting his touch linger on your bare skin. "you have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his voice low and rough. his fingers glide up your neck, tracing a path to your ear, making you shudder.

"the way you respond to me, the sounds you make... it drives me crazy," he murmurs, his lips now close to your ear. "i can't help but want you."

you feel his body move closer to yours, the heat of his skin radiating against your back. it sends a wave of desire straight through you, and you have to bite your lip to keep from making a sound.

"do you have any idea how hard it is to be this close to you, both of us bare, exposed, and not touch you in all the ways i want to?" he whispers, his hands moving to your arms, his touch light but electrifying.

he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his lips burning your skin. "you're killing me, you know."