It made fluttery feelings rise in his chest, the exact kind he loved leaning into and not thinking about too much, and Luis was happy just to breathe with him, eyes closed, warm, comfortable. He gently stroked his back as he pulled him closer, coming to a halt at the back of his neck, trying to maximize the contact he could. If he got carried away too much, Luis figured he’d risk his body eventually betraying a different kind of growing interest in the situation, and it took him a moment to disentangle himself. Still he reached up again to trace his fingers along the curve of his cheek and jaw, just taking the time to look at Dylan and enjoying the sight, before he leaned forward to plant another quick kiss to his lips. “We should get cleaned up,” he mumbled, his voice low, not to disturb the moment, a slight flush coloring his cheeks, embarrassed both that his feelings had to be so overtly written all over his face and that his body still went so easily from warm to heated.
Dylan’s smile widened as Luis seemed as content to breathe in the same space as Dylan was. His fingertips brushed small circles against Luis’ skin, just for the sake of touching him. The path of Luis’ fingers warmed him further and he signed softly without realizing it, happiness alight through him. His emotions were always heightened around Luis as he drew that out of Dylan, where he just felt more, as tumultuous as that could be. The look he gave Luis in return probably gave too much away, like it always did, since relaxed and happy as he was he couldn’t not look at Luis with open affection. “Mm, we should,” Dylan said in agreement, but he was still slow to move. Tilting his head, he pressed a kiss to Luis’ cheek, the flush looking quite attractive on him, and the line between warmth and heat was always thin when he looked at Luis. Dylan stole another kiss, lingering a little longer, because he could, before drawing back enough to grab a bottle and squeeze some shampoo out, moving his hands to start stroking through Luis’ hair, careful to do so in a way that wouldn’t get the suds in his eyes.
The shampooing caught Luis off guard, and he huffed out a surprised, quiet laugh. This was the sort of thing that bordered on too much, dipped over into it, and Luis dropped his head and shook it softly. “Let me,” he told him, tenderly, then reached up to rinse the shampoo out himself. He didn’t want to be rude, much less hurtful, and it wasn’t even like he could explain why this amount of affection, this tenderness, overwhelmed him as much as it did—it almost felt wasted on him, like something that would better benefit someone else, someone who wouldn’t run at the drop of a hat. Someone Dylan deserved. It was a train of thought he didn’t chase, before it turned too self-pitying. He dropped his forehead against Dylan’s shoulder for a moment instead, letting the water wash over him and give him a second to collect himself, to push away these thoughts. He had no illusions that he could truly play off his moments like these, not with how well Dylan knew him, and when he lifted his head up again, it was to press a kiss to the side of his neck, followed by a few more apologetic presses of his lips.