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The showers are thankfully empty when Robb and Duo stagger in, still pressed against each other, clothes in disarray and the process of being shed. Robb had caught a glimpse out the corner of his eye of Annagovia chewing on Grey Wind's tail, but he's not noticing now--not really noticing anything beyond the soft press of Duo's skin and the scent

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Duo shucked his shirt and then Robb's, dropping them on the tile, sliding one hand over Robb's stomach then his hip, the other staying at the other man's neck, kissing him hard, occasionally biting gently. His hand scraped carefully back across Robb's stomach to begin undoing his trousers.

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Robb's ratty jeans come open with a tug, and already he's pushing Duo up against the wall, both their lips bruised by kisses, skin flushed and warm as they press together.

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"God," Duo groaned into his mouth, bucking against him, dragging his fingertips hard across the skin of Robb's back, all over. Too much cloth. Not enough water.

He flung one arm out flat against the wall, hand searching for the faucet. He turned it on and pulled in a sharp breath as cool water came out, then laughed, a low, warm chuckle against Robb's lips, as it warmed and steam began to gently rise.

He was doing laundry anyway. He didn't much care if his jeans got wet, even if they were all he was wearing.

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Robb jumps a little when the stream of water hits, laughing against Duo's mouth. Oh, right--this is comfort, but it can be fun, too. "Cheater," he whispers, nipping at Duo's lips.