Imagine showering with Damon
You sighed, and dropped your dress onto the floor. Damon gave you a look from the bed he was on, and smirked while reviewing your exposed body. He gave you a suggestive comment, but you only gave a nasty look in return.
"I'm just going to take a shower, idiot", you rolled your eyes, and Damon got up from the bed, making you raise an eyebrow at him. He started to unbutton his shirt, and flashed a charming smile as your eyes looked at his slowly revealed upper body.
"And I'm going to join you, obviously. Go ahead, I'll be right behind you", he said, while opening his belt. You wanted to watch, but you knew you'd see him entirely naked soon, so you tiptoed in the bathroom with your towel and went under the shower which you turned on.
Damon soon joined you like he promised, and you giggled while splashing some water on him. You made it clear to him how you weren't in the mood for sex right now, you just wanted to shower and then go to bed where preferably some cuddling would be done before falling into a nice slumber. Damon promised to control himself but you had your doubts. Controlling his urges wasn't one of his strengths, really.
You took some shampoo, and started to wash Damon's hair with a wide smile. Seeing him all covered in foam was surprisingly much fun. You and Damon had only been dating for a couple of months, so you weren't too experienced on taking showers with him, in fact, this was most likely the second time.
"You're adorkable", Damon stated and you started to laugh out loud, so hard you almost slipped on the soapy floor but Damon caught you with his strong, wet arms. You looked at him in the eyes, and swallowed thickly, the tension taking you over but you covered it up with a comment.
"Did you just use the word adorkable? Woah, someone has been learning new words today!", you giggled and made Damon roll his eyes at you. He threw some foam at you, and you screamed while covering your eyes, not wanting to get any soap in them.
You rinsed his hair and smiled as the darkness in it started to show again. He pushed his wet flat hair back, and then started to wash your body, placing his hands where he wanted them to be. You rolled your eyes at him, but allowed him to touch you, after all there was nothing better than that.
Even though you told him you didn't want sex, of course you ended up fucking under the hot water. But you didn't mind, and neither did he.