-I have been graced with the knowledge of Brahms' secret room, and of course I had originally expected him to be more upset. But it's anything but. It is Sunday, a weekend which means Brahms doesn't have to do any schoolwork, instead he's taken courtesy in introducing me to every nook and cranny of his hiding space. Of course living in this spot for so long could only mean that he's going to personalize every spec of it.

-His creative corner, where he taxidermied an owl and multiple other poor animals that came across him. As well as makeshift dolls and others. Then in the other corner is his sleeping corner, which happens to be the toddle bed that the man clearly can not fit in. Next to that is the kitchen and his desk where he studies, and the bathroom is also part of the kitchen because his parents only let him have the one sink. He's put a blanket up blocking off where the toilet is though, respecting a sense of privacy that comes with it.

-"Did you wrap an entire pillar in piano sheets Brahms?" I ask, looking at this pillar and spotting all of the music notes plastered onto paper.

-"We had an extra set of sheets."

-"Huh." I nod, and then I look at him as he continued on.

-He had plenty of time here, and I can tell that it must've grown very boring even with the entire house to himself. Knowing he had to be alone all the time, and not speak to anyone, and that had changed when I stepped in. I can imagine why he used the doll to talk to me first, being as timid as he is with strangers; Plus with how intimidating he can be at first. I guess that just urges me further on to give him a life that he.. Doesn't deserve, no, but it's what I want for him.

-Eventually when there was nothing else to show me, he took my hand to the creative corner and sat me down with him. My eyes landed on the owl, it's eyes staring back at me with such an angry glare, I bite the inside of my lip a bit.

-"How'd you learn how to do taxidermy?" I ask, and I turn to him as his hand reaches down and picks up a book. I gaze at the cover for a moment before nodding. "I'm sure you've learned a lot of things from books then."

-He nods. "Some of them are fiction though, so I know when things are fake."

-"Right.. Y'know, before I came here there wasn't much reading at all. No one really touches books anymore." I look away from him. "It's mostly just phones and whatnot."

-"Like the one you got in your pocket?"

-"Well.." I take it out and I gaze at the cracked screen. "This one is really old and not as good as the newer ones." He takes it out of my hand and I let him. I have to stifle the giggle as he taps on it and pokes it like it's an alien relic. "Here."

-I reach over and I turn it on, and he looks at me. "What do you do with it?"

-"Well.. Knowing you, you can tap on google and ask it all the questions you wanna know, or you can go on a website and read all the stories on there. A phone is like an entire bookshelf in your hand. You just gotta know how to use it."

-He blinks at me before looking down at the small screen. He definitely didn't look too comfortable looking at it, so he just set it down. "Teach me later." He tells me. "It looks complicated."

-"It can be." I take it and stuff it back into my pocket, before I place my hands under my legs. "It's a little chilly up here."

-He hums, and he gets up to turn the heating on.

-I smiled at the sound of water spitting from the shower, and my hand reaches into the pour to test the temperature. It's been a minute since I've had an actual shower, and since Winona delivered some anti-freeze for the pipes(or whatever), I was allowed the opportunity. When I stepped in I shivered, and then I relaxed as my body completely went under the rush. I reach up and rush my fingers against my scalp as I keep my eyes closed.

-The steam in the room slowly but surely began to creep up around me, and I find it comforting as my entire hearing is engulfed by the sound of the water. I reach for the bottle off to the side and dump it into my hand before I set it back down-- I yelp at the feeling of hands on my back and I turn around.

-"Brahms! Jesus!" I cover my privates with both of my arms as he nonchalantly steps in and closed the shower door behind him. "What are you doing?"

-"Helping?" Duh is what I'd expect after with the tone he gave me. I glance down and then look away when I realize he's gotten undressed as well. "You give me baths all the time."

-"I-I do." I clear my throat and shift my body in a way that is facing away from him before I continue on with washing myself. "You didn't have to be so.. I don't know, quiet about it. You gotta let me know first, you scared me."

-"That's payback then." He wraps his arms around me and I can feel my face growing red with blush as he pressed his body into my back.

-But then I catch on to what he's said. "Payback?"

-

"For making me talk to Winona."

-"Oh, yeah. That was rude of me to not give you a heads up. My bad." I begin cleaning with the soap suds in the palm of my hand, attempting to ignore him as much as I can. It gets more difficult when his hands go lower down my body. "Do.. You wanna skip bath time later? This can be bath time now."

-He seemed quiet at the thought, not wanting to change anything about his schedule but the extra hour of free time was tempting. He then hummed in agreement and let me go. I turn around to watch him remove his mask, and he flinched when the water touched his face, but he relaxed when he set the mask down and looked at me. He looked tired and innocent, and all I can do in response is smile at him.

-"C'mere." I say, reaching my hands up and scrubbing the soap suds into his beard. "Soft."

-"Soft." His hands reach forward and grab me by my midriff, which makes my stomach flutter but I don't react best I can.

-My hands go from his chin to his head as best I can, and he bends at his knees in order for me to reach properly. I click my tongue lightly. "This would be so much easier if you weren't so tall." I tell him. "Where did you get this height anyhow?"

-"My grandma." Brahms mutters. "She was tall."

-"What was she Julia Child?" I snicker and Brahms gives me a confused look. "Oh, uh.. It's a joke. Julia Child was six-foot-two."

-"Mastering the art of French Cooking??"

-"Yeah I think she wrote that."

-"We have that book."

-"Oh? Well maybe we can have something french for breakfast tomorrow." I smile up at him.

-"French toast?"

-"Y'know what? Yes, we'll have french toast tomorrow." He smiles at me, but the smile is very small and stops quick after when it hurts him. "Oh, and.. After this shower, I've got some scar cream in the cabinet and I think it might help.. I don't know enough but I'll figure it out for you."

-He nods, and gives me the smallest smile he can manage, which is far more adorable than I expected it to be. This his hands leave my midriff and he starts rubbing suds into my neck and shoulders. I take this as a hint to silently continue on, cleaning him off all the way down to his hips. Then I have him turn around, and he patiently puts his hands together as he waits for me. I'm as gentle as possible, and he jumps when my hands touch his sides.

-"Sorry." I chuckle, and he turns around to look down at me. "You're all clean other than your legs, and you know I'm not taking care of that--" ShEt he abruptly reaches down and lifts me off the ground, his arms wrapped around my waist as he holds me tight. I can't help myself from wrapping my legs around him as I tightly grab at his shoulders. "Careful Brahms the floor is slippery in here!"

-He grumbles lowly, something inaudible as he hugs me to his body. I am secure in his arms and I can tell that he doesn't plan on giving me up. I sigh through my nose, the water hitting my back as I look down at his wound on his stomach.

-"Don't hurt yourself Brahms. You're still healing."

-"Mhm." He nods his head up at me. "Kiss."

-I nod silently and I cup his face instead, leaning down and giving him exactly that. It's passionate, and his kisses have become far more pleasant than the very first ones. I break the kiss only to listen to him whine up at me for more, and I can't help but smile.

-"How about we finish getting cleaned up, and then you can have all the kisses you want."

-"I want them now though."

-"Be patient Brahms, good boys are patient."

-He grunts in annoyance as he slowly sets me down, his arms wrapped tightly around my body before his hands are working on my back in a hug. I let myself hug him back, a pleasant smile coming onto my features regardless of how quick he's trying to push this shower towards its end.

-By the time I'm clean and so is he, he's getting me out of the shower and is drying me off himself. When I take the towel from him he's taking care of his own, and I can't help but laugh at how eager he was. He tightened the towel snug around his hips, and he watches my growing confusion. Then I turn to him.

-"Where'd you put my clothes Brahms?"

-Devious snickers is all that he gives to me as he grabs his mask and walks past me out of the room. I sigh, and I can't help but smile at least a little bit before I follow after him. He sits down on the bed that used to be considered mine before I started sleeping in his, and I look around the room before back down at him.

-"Where are they?"

-"Kiss." He coos, sitting the mask down on the nightstand. I sigh, and I step forward, cupping his face and I press a soft light kiss to his lips. "Another."

-I huff a little and I give him yet another kiss, this one a lot longer and passionate as his hands go to my hips. When I break the kiss he leans up for another, a short and quiet whine coming from him to express his annoyance of me leaving. The he stands up abruptly, wrapping his arms around my body and lifting me up. I let out a short yelp as he laid me down into the middle of the bed, and I grab at the towel covering my own existence.

-It was at this moment that my originally oblivious mind caught on to what he wanted from me, his large hands parting my legs open as he got in between them. I don't deny it, reaching up and cupping his face and pulling him down into a soft kiss without warning. Soon he's shedding me of my cover, his dominant right hand going to the in between of my legs and I can't help but moan at the slightest bit of touch.

-"Brahms." I moan his name quietly, and he takes it as a sign that he's doing all the right things, continuing on with his actions below.

-I grab his curls lightly, my fingers wrapping up around his dark hair. He hums in response, letting me pull his head back so I can place kisses against his neck, and he doesn't hold back in any sounds that elicit from his body. It doesn't take long until we're moving to the next stages, our towels sitting on the floor as he wraps his arms around my body and holds me tight. We're slow at first, sensual, my kisses littering his face in all places as I mutter how gorgeous he was to me, knowing he needs my words. The vulnerability in all ways caused him to become flustered and hide his face away in my neck eventually, his hands feeling up every part of my body as he can as I can feel him pick up pace in response to every noise I give him. There's only so much patience he can have before he can't keep himself under control.

-The aggression picks up and I can't stop myself from moaning, my grip on his hair gripping just a little tighter before he picks me up and I'm suddenly sitting in his lap. His hands go to my hips, and I take the initiative, pulling out more sounds from him as he shudders out my name at every occasion I give him the pleasure he longs for. My hands hold his face as I give him a kiss, before I snake my arms around his neck and he presses kisses to my face in reciprocation to my loving. His breath was growing heavy, perspiration growing all over his body as I pick up pace.

-"You're so big Brahms," I breathe out, "All of you."

-One hand of his own goes behind himself as his other arm goes around my hips, and I yip as he rushes his hips up into me. My hands go to his shoulders and I let out a shaky breath as he does it again, and I can tell that he's giving in to his climax. He can't hold back the absolutely sinful noise that comes from him as I give him back the same aggression, and all of a sudden he's hugging me tight as his body shakes against me. He moans my name almost too loud in my ear as he gives in, hiding his face into my neck and he pins me to his body in tight embrace.

-He groans heavy as his thrusts up into are me are short and nearly overwhelmingly hard, but slowly but surely he slows and ceases, breathing deep and heavy. Then he leans back and kisses me hard, despite the way his heart beat pounds so heavy I can feel it coming through his ribcage. I am forced to break the kiss just to let him breathe, and he accepts it for once.

-"" He grumbles, and I can't help but smile.

-"I love you too Brahmsy."

-I huff as he lays me on my back on the bed and he hovers above me, removing his body from mine before he collapses on top of me. I let out a chuckle as I attempt to push him up but he stays in place.

-"Goodnight." He tells me.

-"Brahms, bed time isn't until three hours from now. We still have to eat dinner."

-"But I'm tired." He wraps his arms around me. "We can break schedule, just this once."

-"Mhm.. Alright, if you say so. But if you wake up hungry you'll have no one to blame but yourself."

-"We're having french toast it's fine."