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— You're definitely cute.

[ Nazuna doesn't hesitate with his response, being absolutely firm. It's all confusing, yeah, but he can't pin the blame on Asahi.

He pushes fringe out of his eyes as he reaffirms, ]

You're cute. The way you laugh is cute. The way you're considerate is cute. You're really cute.

[ Huffing, the hand in his own hair reaches to gently prod at one of the other boy's broad shoulders. ]

Even if no one's said it doesn't make it not true.

[Somehow, Asahi feels flustered all the way down to his toes. He hasn't been "cute" to anyone since elementary school. But Nito's so certain about it, giving him such an intense look with his gorgeous, vibrantly-colored eyes, that any words to refute what he's saying die in Asahi's throat. Eventually, all he can manage to do is hide his face in his hands and groan.]

Okay, okay. [He agrees, still hiding.] And you're amazing, Nito-san.

[ Amazing? He allows that to sink in only after scrunching up his face from complete disbelief. But he knows this isn't the best time to argue over it so he has no choice but to let it slide. ]

Um, hey~? You can't just say that kind of thing while hiding, you know? ♪

[ Propping himself up on an elbow, he nudges at Asahi's shoulder again. ]

If you're going to be like that then you won't be getting anymore kisses. I can't see your face, right? You're cute but I can't go spoiling you too much~!

[That's a fair point. Asahi shyly slides his hands away from his face, enough to peek out from behind his fingers. Nito is staring at him, so their eyes meet right away, which is embarrassing.

He manages to bite back the question, 'Do you want to spoil me?,' but it's a near thing. Instead, Asahi bites his tongue and reaches up to touch Nito's cheek again.]

Okay. Can we kiss..?

[ He doesn't dare blink when he finds bright brown between those fingers.

Bribery worked? It's just one thing after another with this guy. All things considering, it is for the best that Asahi doesn't meet up with strangers for sex. Nazuna's worried for him and he doesn't even know him!

The ends of his mouth curl up as Nazuna holds his gaze for just a second longer. ]

Huh, so you actually want a kiss?

[ His head dips far enough to gently bump against the other boy's. ]

You were polite enough to ask so I think that can be arranged~?

[Of course he wants to kiss more. They paid for three hours in a love hotel, and Asahi doesn't want Nito to leave feeling like they wasted their time. Asahi's pretty satisfied already, but if they can go again... well, it's not like he's going to say no.

Asahi smiles a little at the forehead bump, which is gentle and sweet, and then tilts his chin up so that his lips meet Nito's. His hand slides up into the blond's hair, so he can hold him close while they kiss.]

[ It's only a kiss so it shouldn't be a big deal. This is different from what he's used to and Nazuna wouldn't consider himself a skilled kisser but it's doable. He makes sure that their lips meet gently, trying to opt out of his earlier vulgarity.

His breath hitches despite his caution— the scruff on the other boy's chin is a little ticklish when he's not being hasty. Yeah, he didn't notice this sensation before.

The kiss ends before long and he drops his head back on the pillow. ]

I said I'd help clean up Asachin, right? Maybe we should check out the bathroom. Even the cheaper ones tend to be luxurious in places like these~

[This kiss is a lot sweeter than the ones that came before; maybe because Asahi's the one taking more of a lead? Or because they've both already gotten off once each, and so some of the edge has been taken off of this encounter? Asahi can't be sure, but he enjoys it regardless, the soft press of their lips.

They kiss until Nito pulls back a bit, and Asahi does the same. He blinks owlishly at the other boy's offer to clean him off, and then defers to his knowledge about love hotels.]

Okay. Let's go?

[ So they're agreeing on something for once. Asahi receives another albeit shorter kiss for his trouble before the blond sits up to clamber his way out. He's soon perched on the edge of the bed, lifting each leg individually to peel off his rabbit clad ankle socks.

His now bare feet find the floor and Nazuna stands, dropping the socks before he can give their placement too much thought. Turning to Asahi, he offers a smile. ]

I'm sorry that I'm not really good with small talk. I hope I'm not making you feel weird or anything like that~?

[ As he talks, he hooks his thumbs into the elastic band at his hips to shuck it down enough before stepping out of his underwear. And they're soon discarded on the floor as well. Hopefully the other boy isn't getting the wrong idea that Nazuna lives messily. ]

Just don't feel like you have to come up with something to say, okay?

[It's a sweet kiss. Even if he doesn't seem to want to admit it, Nito is obviously so kind. Asahi doesn't say anything, though, just watches, weirdly rapt, as Nito slips his socks off. He's not into it, not that way, but it does feel intimate to see it nonetheless. And a pretty good indication of what they might get up to, if Nito doesn't want them to get wet in the bathroom...

And then Nito takes his underwear off, and Asahi blushes again, his eyes wandering down the long lines of his body. He's so... cute. Obviously, Asahi's always thought that. That's how they met, after all. But even his dick is cute? And wow, okay, that's a very loaded thought.]

I-it's okay. [He stammers, before biting on his bottom lip.] I don't mind...

[He gets out of bed, his cock already starting to stir again, and follows Nito towards the bathroom.]

[ Though he notices the other's verbal fumbling he doesn't deem it significant enough to address it outright. Instead, he's nodding in agreement while stepping across the room. ]

You were pretty quiet on the way here and just in general, huh~?

[ Another observation which isn't a complaint.

He pushes open the door to what is quickly confirmed to be the wet room and is greeted by a fairly spacious area. Light brown tiles make up the floor with white covers the walls, every square seemingly in place and clean. The wall to their left has the shower head and appropriate knobs with a stool and bucket sitting not too far off. The tub intended for soaking is to the opposite wall; what it lacks in length is certainly made up in depth but it's obvious that it wasn't designed with people like Asahi in mind.

After the split second of mental note taking, Nazuna carefully steps further inside and makes a beeline for the shower half of the room. He's soon examining a black rack mounted to the wall with various hair care and soaps. ]

We aren't really all that dirty, are we?

[ He muses out loud as he plucks one of the bottles off its tiny shelf. ]

A full shower suddenly seems kind of excessive~?

Yeah...

[He bites back an apology, because Nito said he doesn't mind not making small talk. Asahi just follows him into the bathroom, and he's honestly surprised how spacious and clean it is. It's really nice. The tub definitely won't be able to hold two people when one of them is him, which is kind of unfortunate. He hopes Nito didn't have his heart set on a bath.

But the other boy is exploring the shower area when he gets Asahi's attention.]

Um, no. I don't think I want to wash my hair right now..

[It's not cute at all when it's limp and hanging around his head in wet clumps.] Just our bodies, maybe?

[ Tubs aren't meant for bathing so that's the good news there. No betrayal to be felt here. ]

Huh? It's going to end up getting wet... Though I wouldn't put it past this place to have shower cap somewhere? Probably in the other room...

[ The bottle is returned where he found it and he turns back to the other boy. He pulls Asahi's hair tie off his wrist to extend it to him. ]

You might be needing this back... Wait just a second and I'll go see if I can find that cap for you, okay? ♪

Oh! [Asahi gets a little shy suddenly.] I-I might be tall enough to keep my head out of the shower stream?

[He takes the hair tie from Nito and pulls his hair up into a tight bun at the top of his head.] This should be fine. You don't have to go.

Mm... If you're sure, we can do without it? I guess we don't have to have the water running the whole time.

[ Nazuna's not fussed about his own hair but he doesn't have as much as Asahi. And he's going to take that as the go ahead to start fiddling with the faucet. It's soon starting to literally rain so if Asahi doesn't want his hair to get wet he better be standing in the right place.

Once he decides the water's at a warm enough temperature, he helps himself to a washcloth and one of the bottles on that helpful rack. The soap's cap is easily popped open and the bottle's quickly dipped into the fabric. ]

Do you want me to start with your front or back?

[Asahi's good to go, with his hair out of the way. When the shower head sputters to life, he does have to adjust, take a step back, and his hairline did get a little wet but his hair isn't soaked, which is perfectly fine. It's so thick it would take forever to dry, and he doesn't want Nito to lose interest in him for his ugly hair...

Nito doesn't seem to notice any of this, though, as he fusses with the tap and then with the bottles. The water is settled on a good, warm temperature, and it feels nice against Asahi's bare skin.]

Ah! Um, front is fine...

[He thinks it might be a bit too much to have someone touch him from behind while he's fully naked. Though really he's equally as vulnerable either way...]

Edited 2020-07-10 03:09 (UTC)

[ Toying with the faucet only seems to be in vain as the water's shut off once it's evident Asahi's not as dry with a slight sheen over his skin. Nazuna rubs the cloth between his hands, lathering it up, as an occasional drip of water falls to the floor in an echo. He's unbothered by uneven bits of wet hair clinging to the side of his own neck or the silence that's beginning to settle.

After giving the other boy a quick look over, Nazuna takes the one step he decides is neccessary and opens up the washcloth. The left hand lightly grips onto one of Asahi's forearms before the opposite unceremoniously finds his neck to start scrubbing, craning his neck. He avoids working the cloth too roughly into skin as he leads the cloth around the circumference of his neck before smoothing over one shoulder.

He's aware of every groove and slope of the other boy's form through the terry cloth, hand slowly once it finds his collarbone. Now the scrubbing has petered off into a light rub as if to allow his fingertips to explore more throughly to make up for what little he did in the bed.

And he hasn't even made it to Asahi's chest. Yet. ]

[Asahi doesn't think he can remember ever being washed by someone else before, not since he was a very small child. And this is nothing like the innocent touch of a parent. Even on a place as neutral as his neck and shoulders (which, come to think of it, are quite vulnerable actually), Asahi is getting excited by the feel of Nito's touch through the thin towel, the methodical way he's cleaning his body, the intensity in his gaze.

Even the grip on his forearm feels searing, in a way that Asahi can't describe but likes very, very much. Although Nito's nowhere close to cleaning around his groin, there's no way Asahi can mask the obvious erection this is all giving him.

He just hopes Nito doesn't mind that he could very well end up making a mess while Nito's trying to clean him off.]

[ The washcloth finds it way to the center of Asahi's chest in spite of the aimless direction of Nazuna's hand. It's his eyes which have gained a better focus, systematically going from collarbone to one pectoral and then the other. Perhaps Asahi wouldn't refer to his club activities as passion but he's physically got something to show for it.

This isn't the body that wouldn't appeal to idol fans, which is only a shame, though Nazuna can only remain impressed with it. He finds he has to resist drawing his opposite hand to the broad as if he just didn't see it! Though it hasn't explored it thoroughly at all...

Nazuna urges his hand to resume useful motion, rubbing soap over the other boy's chest quickly as to make up for his lollygagging. He's kind of forcing the guy to stand there with nothing to do. That can't be horribly exciting—

Hand falling to his upper stomach, he comes to an immediate halt. Out of the bottom of his eyes, Nazuna sees something and doesn't dare himself to blatantly look to confirm what it is. But now they're both just standing in silence if he insists on doing nothing.

He's already hard...

Is it stupid to think that wouldn't happen? That Nazuna didn't consider it? What are Asahi's standards? Shouldn't they be higher? Not that the other boy was planning anything so it just makes it an awkward boner.

Either he can laugh it off or not acknowledge it at all. Those options don't particularly fit the situation or his style, though. Even he wants to believe that sort of dismissive attitude is unacceptable. But now he's dwelling on it for way too long. Dammit.

Reddish eyes lift to the other boy's face and the hand with washcloth limply falls to Nazuna's side. It's best to address it now and get it out of the way. He has no clue what Asahi even likes and the wet room is no place for this behavior. Though his fails him the longer he looks at him, the longer he tries to independently work out a solution.

The hold on Asahi's forearm strengthens before his weight teeters forward, Nazuna craning his neck again. He pushes up onto his tiptoes to eliminate whatever height distance he can, tilting his head. If he's going to address what Asahi has going on then it's a requirement to first kiss him. ]

[Nito's methodical, firm touch over his body continues lower. Of course Asahi can't control his response, and maybe no one would expect him too, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing to be getting as hard as he is.

And then- oh. It's clear, the moment when Nito realizes what's stirring below Asahi's belt. The water doesn't do much against his flushed cheeks, and now there's a heavy silence hanging between them. Should Asahi comment? Apologize? He's not sure it merits an apology, not Nito will just scold him for it.

The last thing he's expecting is for the other boy to rise up on his tiptoes in the shower and pucker his lips. Bewildered though he is, Asahi responds in kind, leaning in and meeting Nito's lips with his own for a soft, hot kiss.]

[ Asahi said he liked kissing so it's only sensible to allow a moment of indulgence, right? That logic doesn't hold much water when Nazuna's the one to initiate but he's not too concerned over the details. None of it matters when the other boy's breath is warm against his lips, prompting his eyes to momentarily flutter shut.

He blindly brings his hand to the other boy's cock, initially bringing the sudsy cloth around the base and giving a short stroke. It only then occurs to Nazuna that can't be horribly comfortable but dropping the washcloth doesn't strike him as the safest idea. Speaking of safety...

Being on his toes with no support can only promise an unfortunate accident, surely. He drops his weight back flat on his feet and thoughtfully glances to the washcloth. ]

If you want more, grab the stool behind you.

[It actually doesn't feel too bad, being touched with the washcloth; it's gentle enough with the soap to make Asahi gasp softly against Nito's lips. He leans down, but even so, it's difficult to hold his pose very long without feeling the ache in his neck.

Nito moves even lower, and Asahi whines softly.]

Okay. [He agrees once he's heard Nito's order. He turns around and grabs the stool, placing it down between them.]

S-Should I sit?

Good boy...~

[ Asahi's question has him pause before glancing between the other boy and the stool. ]

I guess it depends on if you want me to take care of the back half of you or not~?

[He scratches his cheek a bit shyly, not really sure what the right answer is. But it only takes a moment of consideration before he decides where he wants Nito's attention.]

I don't think we got any mess there, so... what's my other option?

[ He tilts his head to the stool slightly. ]

You can sit and I'll finish cleaning up what's left of the mess.