"I can keep my mouth shut," Whitney reasoned, though there was a faint smile on his lips as he dipped his head down to press his mouth against the front of Smith's throat. "Just not around you," he added honestly, his voice a quiet mumble.
He pulled back and grabbed the conditioner to start working that into Smith's hair next, and he took his time to massage the other's scalp as they stood there together in the steam of the shower. He liked that Smith was shorter than him, and he always had.
"Elijah will be happy to see you. He used your pillow as a replacement until it stopped smelling like you, now it just smells like him," he added quietly.
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