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[ Felih thrills when Estinien returns the kiss, and when he feels the man tense, he only presses a little more firmly against his lips, the kiss warm and languid and sweet, trying to help him relax a little more. As entertaining as it is to see him with pink hair, Felih doesn't want to risk the man's ire at the moment. He can tease him once his hair's been colored back to normal. ]

Then, let's get to work. Come, sit here... I'll first do a treatment to remove as much of the color as I can, and the a second to cover what remains in a color more your own. You have such lovely hair, naturally, so I admit I'm eager to see it back to its usual state...

[ He does relax a few ilms more, allowing himself to be guided further into the apartment and to a place to sit. His shoulders come down a little as he does so, allowing him to roll his head and briefly touch his own damnable hair.

It is a bit...dry and damaged.

He has tried to wash the color out more than once. ]

Does this treatment work on all hair?

Hardly any treatment works on all hair, darling~! There's so many different hair types.

But you need not worry, I prepared everything with yours in mind.

[ Felih purrs, gently cloaking Estinien so as to avoid getting hair or product onto his clothes, before he starts with gently brushing out the locks. He does pout slightly down at them, though, seeing the state they're in. ]

Hm... while I'm at it, I'll probably do some restorative treatments too. Your poor mane has been through the wringer...

....

[ That is not quite the 'all hair' that he means, but perhaps they can get to that after they have dealt with the hair on his head. ] It is appreciated.

[ The small, warm noise he makes is automatic; he does enjoy people touching his hair, even when his hair is in a sorry state. ]

Do as you will.

All my own efforts have come to nothing.

[ Felih can't help a soft laugh as Estinien mentions his efforts. Clearly, those efforts have ruined his mane... ]

Just relax, my darling. I'll do everything I can. Luckily, for all this, 'tis mostly a matter of applying the mixture and waiting some time before I get to work on it...

[ With that, he begins to treat Estinien's hair, starting at the scalp and working his way down to the very ends of it. He takes several different bottles, all unlabeled with apparently homemade ointments within, mixing them as needed and applying them to Estinien's hair before allowing the entire mane to rest in a wrap while the compound works its magic. Literally, considering Felih gently lets some aether flow over the locks of hair, apparently activating the mixture.

Alchemy can be useful in unorthodox ways. ]

At least you won't have to cut it all off! Although, I may trim a bit off the ends... they're quite frazzled. If that's alright with you?

[ There is...

A pleasantness to all of this. It is nice. It is fundamentally nice, almost in an animal manner, to have fingers in his hair and to have them work down and through all the sadly battered strands. It should come as no surprise that Estinien has never subjected himself to a hairdresser, not for many a year; he cuts his own locks when they become too unruly. His time in Lunatia has contained the most attention to his hair in his life entire, and not only because of its damnable growth during the Sanguine moon.

By the time the wrap becomes involved, he is relaxed enough to not consider how silly he must look in it. ]

It is alright.

Do as you need to.

[ He trusts his expertise. ]

[ It probably helps that Felih gently massages the mixture onto Estinien's scalp as he works too, ensuring he gets all the roots. His own form of haircare products are gentle on skin, so he's not shy about working it into his scalp. He works the product through all the locks, before leaving it in the wrap, and he lets it rest- all the while, gently applying some aether to activate the mixture. ]

Thank you, darling. It'll be quick... once I get it off and rinse your hair, I'll be able to see how much color I was able to get out of it. If we're lucky, we may not even need to go for the second step to correct its color...

What would the second step be, if it became necessary?

[ Being so relaxed means that his sour mood has dissolved and been replaced with the calm comfort that always seems to arise in Felih's presence. In such a state of mind, curiosity he typically ignores is allowed to surface, prompting the questions. ]

All I know of dyeing is that which is done upon armor.

It would be to attempt dying it back to its natural color, if removing the pink isn't enough to restore it to its usual state. It's tricky, considering your mane was already quite a pallid color, but there are ways to try and cover any lingering pink.

Hopefully it won't come to that, though.

And don't fret, the dye used on hair is much gentler than that used for armor or clothing.

Mm.

So long as it is no longer so noticeable, I will be satisfied.

[ At the moment, it is a little too pink for him. ]

Do any of these techniques have the same effectiveness on body hair?

[ Felih pauses and blinks for a moment, before humming. ]

I don't see why not. The hair all over your body is made of the same material, so it ought to be fine... though, pink is such a pale color that I wonder if it even shows up. Let me see your arms?

[ He dutifully holds up his arm, but-- ]

It is not the hair on my arms that I am concerned about.

[ Because indeed, the hair there is so fine as to be invisible. ]

[ It takes Felih a few moments to understand, but then he feels his cheeks go hot. ]

Ah. I see... well, it should work, though I admit I know not how it might feel against the skin of such a sensitive area. I could always attempt...?

Though I feel that in that case, shaving might just be the quickest solution, especially with how quickly that hair grows back.

[ To be entirely honest...he suspected it would come to that. Attempting to use chemicals on his nethers seems so incredibly ill-advised. And so--

Estinien sighs. ]

Do you have any experience in shaving such an area?

I have never done it myself.

[ Twelve, somehow this is more embarrassing than Felih ever thought it would be. Doing it for clients is one thing- waxing and shaving and hairdressing are all a part of his expertise, but he's not usually working on his lovers. ]

Ah... well, I can do that for you, if you'd like. It's much less painful than waxing, and since it's only a temporary measure to remove the color, it'll be fine.

[ Estinien knows full well he could likely do it himself...poorly. He is self-aware enough to understand where his skills do and do not lie.

Felih receives a nod. ]

If you could.

I would rather see this all done today.

[ Felih hums a little, and nods in return, before getting up briefly to gather the requisite tools and supplies. ]

Of course, darling, I'll tend to it. In this case, it'll be easier once I finish with your mane- so let me just rinse your hair clean and see how the color looks. Just lean back with the chair...

[ He gently guides Estinien to lie back, so he can rest his hair in a basin of water, and Felih can get to work rinsing it out. Removing the towel, setting it aside, and then using a bit more aether as he massages at the scalp and works the product out of the locks. A small purr kicks up in his chest as he goes. ]

Ah, good news! It seems that your natural color's returning well. Thank the gods it was merely a light pink. Were it any deeper hue, I fear it would have been much more difficult to remove...

[ He does not even try to suppress his sigh of relief. ]

That is good to hear.

[ It means he has regain some small semblance of his dignity. It is not as though he believes pink is a bad color...he just does not wish it upon his own head, thank you.

He relaxes, tilting his head back into Felih's hands. If Elezen could purr...

He likely would be in this moment. ]

[ Felih keeps working for a minute or two longer, making sure Estinien's hair is rinsed thoroughly clean, before helping him sit back up and using conjury to wick the water off of his hair. ]

There! Take a look, darling. Looks like your mane's back to normal!

[ Felih leans over then and kisses his cheek, purring and nuzzling along at his jaw. ]

Shall we move to the washroom for shaving, then?

[ What can he do when Felih comes that close, except raise a hand and ruffle it through Felih's own thick, beautiful hair? It is almost like petting a cat and certainly like petting a lover.

He nods after a moment of indulgence. ]

Lead the way.

[ He thinks he remembers where it was...even if his last visit had been occupied with mainly the bedroom. ]

[ Ooh, that makes Felih melt and purr, leaning into his lover's touch happily before tugging his mate up and leading him away to the bathroom. It's just as lovely as the rest of the apartment, and luxurious to match- Felih clearly has a taste for more indulgent things. ]

Here we are~ Just undress and sit in the shower there- on the bench, and spread your legs. It'll be easier if I can reach everything without you needing to move too much.

[ He's brought the shaving supplies with him, and he himself sheds his clothes and turns on the shower, hot and steaming, though he uses the attachment to make it easier to actually direct the water. ]

Come on in~! It'll be quick.

.....

[ There is no way that Estinien's attention would not be caught by Felih's naked body. He is a beautiful man; he has always been a beautiful man. Rather than immediately follow, his gaze moves over the fine curve of Felih's back, over the lovely plumpness of his arse, and along the fluff of his always-impressive tail.

He has to take a deep breath.

Only then does he follow, lifting his shirt up and over his head, then dropping his belt, trousers, and smalls. He steps over the lip of the tub and into the shower, dropping onto the bench. There is a great deal of long leg to spread, and glancing down shows him that his cock a bit pinker than usual, and not just because of the pink pubic hair. ]

Edited 2020-07-01 00:59 (UTC)

[ Felih is absolutely aware of Estinien's gaze on his back, and it makes him preen. He fluffs himself up a little, looking coyly over his shoulder at his lover, and waits for him to follow into the shower. The steam and the hot water ought to help the man relax, or so Felih hopes, and the moment Estinien settles down and spreads his legs, Felih gets to work getting the lather ready.

He can see the way Estinien's cock is already going pink, but he refrains from teasing him about it just yet- instead, he works crafty fingers around the base of his cock, around his balls, massaging the shave lather into the hair and humming softly. ]

Just try to keep as still as you can. It shouldn't take too long, so don't worry.

[ That is...simple enough. He can sit still.

...

Sort of.

Felih's hands are very hot to him, very hot and very soft, and even though this is frankly supposed to be for purposes other than sexual, he feels a flicker of delight start up in his groin. With it comes a bright, darting helping of Chroma, sparking wherever Felih's fingertips leave cream behind. He finds his eyelids fluttering, then closing, and in an effort to stay still, he bites one corner of his lip.

He does not need to be shivering; he certainly does not need to be jerking his hip. Shaving involves a razor, so close to tender bits, and so he...tries...to stay still.

The effort makes his cheeks darken. ]

[ Somehow, Felih has managed to make his purr sound smug. He's very thrilled with the way his touch affects his mate, and he keeps massaging the lather in perhaps a second or two more than is necessary- mostly because he can feel the little jolts of chroma. This is terribly intimate, after all, so it's no wonder the bracelet on his wrist is glowing as he works. ]

Nice and easy. Just keep still.

[ It's always so fun watching Estinien go red. The man is so pale that his blushing is so obvious and apparent, and so very delightful to witness. But he does have a job to do- so he gets to work, very carefully shaving the area down in light, feathery strokes of the blade.

Not a single cut or nick, and soon enough, Felih has washed off the blade and folded it back up and put it away, now using his hands to rinse the area clean of lather and stray hairs.

And, perhaps, having a bit too much fun massaging at those plush balls of his. ]

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