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Protagonist washed his hair, something he did twice every week. His dark brown hair lathered with shampoo. He bought lady hair care products, a habit he’s had since he was a wee boy.
A loud bang came from the door, and he jumped while being scared half to death.
“Shit shit shit whatthefuck.” He mumbled as he hurriedly rinsed his hair and quickly rapped a towel around his waist as he ran to the door, one thing he hated more than visitors is being late to anything, a con to having OCD. Even if it’s gotten better throughout this damned apocalypse.
He peeked through the peephole, the sight made him sigh with a little bit of relief but more annoyance.
“HelllOoooooO! I know your hOoOme!” The singsong-y voice sang out, a tangled limb twitching, but protagonist couldn’t see which one. The visitor had gotten a few centimeters taller, at least to the point where he needed to crouch so the other could see him.
“Shut up, no I’m not alone, I’m with the fireman. YOU of all people-er visitors-should know that.” Protagonist immediately said to the pale visitor.
The smile on its face twitched and turned grim as its eyes floated to the side. “Yeah yeah.. that guy should’ve died-“ Protagonist got away from the peephole when he said that, the fireman was his best friend, “-I MEAN, he should’ve found a hospital to stay at..” the pale visitor hurriedly added when he sensed its toy backed away. “Anyway.. Can I come in?”
“No.”
“WHY?!” It whined before catching xawself and fixing xitty tone to be more polite. “I can apologize to him!”
“I’m naked,” The Protagonist calmly stated, “With a towel on my lower side, wait there and I can be backup in a minute-“
“I can close my eyes!”
“… you’re worse than a puppy.”
“Only for you!~”
“Where’d you learn to flirt??”
Their conversation reigned over the silence that used to take hold over Protagonist’s mind before the apocalypse started.. when he didn’t have anyone. When death wasn’t a natural occurrence, and when the supernatural was odd. When pale white, broken, tall men didn’t let themselves into your house to fall in love with you, knowing he gets punished for it when he leaves.
Protagonist shook his head as the sad thought began, displacing it for now.
“Fine, you can come in, but lock the door on your way in.” He instructed, already walking away from the opening door.
The pale visitor walked in close by, slamming the door shut behind xitty. It went to the outside of Protagonist’s shower room, waiting for him to come back out so they could cuddle.
A minute or so later the pale visitor grew bored of waiting, so it opened the door. The steam grabbed xitty in a tight hug, lightly wetting his skin.
The protagonist sighed when he heard the door open and shut. Some of the steam seeped out into the rest of the house, fogging up less of the bathroom and making it easier to see.
A white hand opened the curtain up from the outside, and Protagonist’s head turned to face the intruder to his home and shower.
The pale man stood in the shower now, his dirty jeans making the water musty red and copper brown. The Protagonist gasped in disbelief, the disgust etched on his face in a pattern oh so dear to xaw.
“What the HELL.” He yelled at the puppy like creature in front of him, his nose wrinkled despite no bad smell coming out of the visitor.
The protagonist’s hands immediately went to undo its pants, getting on his knees for more effective work. The rough, padded hands of the pale man wept to the human’s hair, tangling the lanky joints of meat in the soft hair. A cocky grin crept onto its face, something that was incredibly hot for the protagonist, so he ignored the face of his ‘pet’ for now.
They both ignored the water hissing on the visitors skin, it was just like little pricks to the man. Soon enough they got out of the water region and into a dryer spot.
The pale visitor groaned as the protagonist kissed his already hard cock on the tip, getting the rest of xitty pants off in a flash.
(hey guys i’m not finishing this im so out of the ninah fandom and game there’s prolly so much ooc shit in here)