⚠Warning: Possible hotness overload ahead⚠

Sol awoke to the sound of papers rustling. Groggily, he uncurled his body and sat up, eyes immediately focusing on his Master. The man was dressed in nothing more than a white bathrobe - although there was no indication that he had washed - and was flipping through a stack of papers. 

Master never takes a break.

Sol blinked, jaws opening in a yawn, drawing his Master's attention.

"Your awake." He observed, placing the papers aside, "Come here."

Obediently, Sol crawled across the sheets and into his Master's arms. The contact was warm and appreciated as he settled comfortably into them. His Master pet his head, fingers tangling in Sol's bed hair, and he leaned into the touch, eyes slitting in pleasure.

"You need a wash," His Master commented, lifting Sol as he stood.

He was carried out of the bedroom and into another room. This one was larger than the bedroom, in the left corner sat a dressing table, the right corner was a shower head and the majority of the room was a ginormous bath. The body of water the Sol was set into could have rivaled on of Earth's lakes.

The water was warm and had a fruity scent, the syrup like substance obviously an alien invention. The sound of clothes being removed drew Sol's attention, lavender eyes wide with curiosity as he turned around. His Master had removed the bathrobe, revealing the taut bronze muscles that were normally hidden beneath clothing. He studied his Master's body, the actions unconcealed even when his Master noticed his staring. With an amused chuckle, he stepped into the bath.

Immediately, Sol climbed onto his Master's lap, relishing the feel of the toned skin against his own, pulling their wet bodies together. He payed no mind to his Master's movements, snuggling his wet head into the crook of his Master's neck, drowsiness wrapping itself around him. An affectionate laugh echoed through the room and a hand massaged Sol's head. White foam dribbled down his forehead, he yelped as it stung his eyes. He pulled away from his Master, hand coming up to rub at his eyes.

"Don't touch them," Gently, his Master moved Sol's hands away before pouring water into them, washing away the foam.

Then, the white stuff was rinsed from his hair and his Master stood, holding Sol to his hip and stepped out of the bath. He put Sol down moments later to grab a towel which he used to dry his pet. The towel was fluffy but rough against Sol's skin and it dried him instantly. He was yet again lifted and they walked to the left corner where his Master sat on the chair, held Sol firmly on his lap and began to brush Sol's hair. 

Sol hissed, wriggling in his Master's grasp, trying to avoid the hair brush that latched itself into his hair. For some reason, he had never liked hair brushes - or getting his hair brushed, for that matter - they hurt his head and tried to pull out his precious hair. 

The brush slid effortlessly through his silver strands, each knot painlessly unraveling as his Master brushed. When his hair was perfectly groomed, the brush was set aside.

"There," His Master pet the silky head, pressing a kiss against him, "It wasn't so bad, now was it?"

Sol huffed, feeling slightly betrayed by the smoothness of the brush. Smooth metal-like material brushed against his neck and he glanced down. A beautiful, lavender, sapphire collar glittered up at him, then it moved out of sight and snapped into place around his neck. Quickly, his Master snapped lavender bands around his wrists and ankles, adorning Sol in expensive accessories before he could protest. His earrings - plain golden hoops - were removed with nimble fingers and matching lavender sapphire tear drop earrings replaced them.

It seemed that today's attire was to match Sol's unusual eye colour. 

An unfamiliar ointment was rubbed over his entire body, and when Sol looked at himself in the mirror, his body was sparkling - literally. His Master carried him back into the bedroom, placed him onto a plush, velvet cushion then dressed himself, adorning a black sarong held at his waist by a golden belt, the expensive material almost see-through. He snapped black ruby bands around his biceps, wrists and ankles, then slid numerous golden rings onto each finger. The rings were no more than simple bands of gold, but they shone on his Master's bronze skin.

Then, he collected Sol, answering the pet's unasked question.

"We arrive at the Black Planet in two hours."