Vladimir chuckled softly as he lowered into the water and he gently kissed Daemon's lips. He craved more of this man. More of what, he wasn't sure. But whatever it was, he craved it.

(Maybe have some sugar on stand by lol...or alcohol XD)

{lol xD alright then}

Daemon smiled and kissed Vladimir deeply. He didn't even know the man for that long, but he was pretty attracted to him already.

Vladimir broke the kiss after a few moments and just stared into Daemon's eyes without saying a word. He pressed his forehead gently against Daemon's and wrapped his arms around him to keep him close. He never felt this way before about anyone, he didn't want to let this young man go. Was this that emotion he kept reading about, but could never understand? Love? Humans always made it sound so powerful, and, indeed, he saw the strength of the bond between his parents...but, even they couldn't fully explain the emotion itself.

Daemon couldn't help but to smile. He had been smiling the whole time he was here. Maybe it was because the man in front of him was taking care of him so well or because he was being so kind to him. He didn't know what it was about the castle or the man who owned it, but he never really wanted to leave. He didn't know how Vladimir would feel about that, but he honestly didn't. Then again, the older man might kick him out if he did the wrong thing or as soon as he was healed. Kind of like an injured bird. The bird was let go once it could fly again. He dear hoped not. He didn't know why his heart was thudding so hard, the noise was louder than bells but it was a nice feeling. Was this what love was like? He honestly wouldn't know.

Vladimir kissed his forehead gently. "Maybe it is best if we get our hair washed...then dry up." he said softly.

Daemon nodded. "right. Where is your shampoo?" He looked around the tub

Vladimir reached over and picked up the shampoo, then offered it to Daemon.

Daemon mentally facepalmed and took the shampoo from the man. "I need glasses or something..." He put a rather generous amount on his hands and began to lather his inky locks. He always liked washing his hair. Though he always had some issue with it being tangled.

Vladimir gently took the bottle and did the same with his own hair. He hoped to get the opportunity to brush Daemon's hair. He imagined it was as beautiful wet as it was dry.

Daemon finished lathering, his hair now hidden in the foamy whiteness of the shampoo. He sunk himself under the water to get rid of all the soap, using his hands to scrub away what was there. He came up from the water, moving his hair from his face and wiping the excess water from around his eyes. He looked to Vladimir, who was washing his own hair. It was still rather beautiful