Humming, quietly to himself, he washes the plug carefully, methodically, in warm, soapy water (as per the box instructions), drys it and stores it away. Yes, that hit the spot nicely, small enough to be comfortable, large enough to make sex, with his rather well endowed lover, easier. With a happy grin, he rests his hands in the small of his back and stretches. Mm, yes, that was good. Sticky, sandy but worth it.
Logan is hard work too. But also worth it. Mostly.
The argument over getting him in the shower?
Kurt shakes his head as he starts tidying his rooms.
He'd 'ported them back from the beach to his habitat, covered in salt, sand and, well, semen. And Logan had wanted to go back up to the Luna habitat in that state.
Unthinkable.
Kurt knows he considers him to be too fastidious, too clean but... he pauses to pick up the discarded jeans and shirt; he's pretty sure the jeans would stand up on their own. Ew.
He's glad he insisted, a few weeks back, that Logan keep a few spare clothes here, at least he packed him off back home looking and smelling decent.
The lovely warm ache when he bends down reminds him again why he's worth it.
His shower is gorgeous, a warm cascade, ringed with flowers, and the odd frog, into a deep pool, all overlooking the bowl of the main group of habitats on Krakoa below. Kurt could sit in the water all day, watching life go by and the changing light. Oh, there's a more standard, utilitarian, bath shaped extrusion too, but he prefers the waterfall and plunge pool, it's so deliciously decadent!
Logan says, gruffly, that he grew up without any of these 'mod cons', doesn't see the need for them. Kurt grew up without any frills either, without any luxury. But his mother would never let him be dirty, so he washed with a bucket of warm (tepid, sometimes cold) water and a flannel. And now, he just loves the sensation of warm water stirring his fur. And expensive shower gel (Betsy and Megan get him Molton Brown, sinfully opulent). And huge, fluffy, towels.
He'd resorted to bribery; enticing Logan into the shower with the promise of a quickie, he'd scrubbed the dried semen and sand off then sank to his knees and given him a blow job. He'd wondered, as he took the thick cock deep in his throat, that he might be conditioning Logan to associate showers with sex? Oh well, what's the worse that could happen?
He'd been expecting a quiet evening, after posting Logan off back to the Summers House and Jean, but his phone chimes, a tweet from Stéphane, she's finishing work in half an hour. Dinner?
He replies immediately. Of course!
She's says she's bringing over leftovers, from the cafeteria where she's a waitress. He wonders whether to open red or white for random, unknown food? He shrugs, it's a warm evening, chilled white, there's some in the 'fridge.
On the way into the Council the next day, Jean catches his arm and kisses his cheek.
"They're lovely."
He shrugs, smiles. "He chose them."
No need to go into exactly how specific the instructions were (yellow gold and emerald, about the size of a grain of rice, about $100).
"You're a darling."
She notices the crescent of sliver in his earlobe, it gleams, cool, against the indigo, she raises a eyebrow in query. He's suddenly self conscious, touches it. A slip of silver that's worth a hundredth the price of gold and emeralds, the jeweler probably gave it to Logan, gratis.
But it was unprompted. Making it priceless.
She squeezes his hand and they go into the chamber together.
"But what's the secret of getting him so clean? How do you get him in the shower?"
"Oh, I think I've convinced him that cleanliness is next to godliness..."