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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.

Okay.

[Asahi nods a bit and then sits down on the stool. It's always a little awkward, since these tend to be quite low to the ground and aren't meant for people as tall as he is, but eventually he is able to arrange his legs comfortably enough, and blinks up at Nito past the stream of the water, and the hair that's now hanging in his face, wet.

Oops.]

G-Go ahead.

[ And he blinks down at Asahi— the hair tie really isn't doing him any favors, huh? Nazuna briefly turns away to work the faucet off to preserve the water, deciding that the other boy isn't going to instantly dry up. He soon squats on the tile in front of Asahi's legs before stiffly waddling between his knees. ]

I won't take too long. I'm starting to think you were pretty clean to begin with.

[ Snorting at his own joke, he rubs the other's stomach down with the washcloth. Completely avoiding the dick he quickly grabbed mere seconds ago. ]

At least you won't leave out of here with any obvious signs of what you've been up to~!

[Well, he had showered before leaving for his "date" with Nito, knowing what they'd be getting up to, but Asahi couldn't complain about the other boy's touch all over him. He makes a soft noise as the cloth is brought over his stomach, his abs fluttering as he clenches them a little with embarrassment, but he smiles sheepishly and nods at Nito.]

Yeah. Although the truth may be less nefarious than what people assume?

Hm... ?

[ He almost misses what Asahi says with being mildly distracted by the oh not subtle rippling effect underneath his hand. The jobless hand traces over a few lines over Asahi's abs in appreciation only for it to pause as Nazuna moves on with scrubbing down the outside of a thigh.

Eyes remain on his work as he hums. ]

I didn't take you as the kiss and tell type, Asachin. ♪

[Nito's fingers tracing his abs makes Asahi's stomach ripple again. He's not exactly ticklish, but... well, it feels amazing.]

I-I'm not...! [He says belatedly, having been lost in the sensation.] People just. Assume I'm in a gang, or something.

[ Without missing a beat— ]

I can see that!

[ And he erupts into laughter, resting against one of Asahi's legs as his own body quakes. ]

But all you have to do is say two words to them to make them realize that's not the case at all!

[Oh. Nito's laughter is unexpected and... really cute, honestly.]

Have I... not told you about the rumors?

[His hand sort of rests on Nito's head, not quite out of concern. Just. Gently nudging his cheek so he can see him laugh.]

[ He doesn't fight, easily tilting his face up to expose his slightly flushed face. Granted, the laughter does die down pretty quick as it's not as though it's all that hilarious.

Nazuna straightens up with a breathless sigh before shaking his head. ]

I'm pretty sure you haven't~?

[ His shoulders slack slightly with a revelation that isn't much of one when it's actually not news. Asahi's innocent question is merely weighing him down with the truth. ]

We haven't really talked at all, you know? But it's not your fault.

Mhmm.

[Asahi hums, a bit quieter now. He and Nito aren't friends, and this isn't the time for that. He's still half hard right below Nito's hand, after all.]

That's okay. This probably isn't the time for small talk, huh?

Well, this isn't small talk~? We were actually about to have a discussion, I think?

[ Never mind someone's dick might be on the line! ]

Oh. About... the rumors people spread about me?

[An absolute boner killer if ever there was one.]