[ Mine's gaze sweeps up, somehow sensing Nishikiyama's eyes on him again. Just water drips down between his legs, now. He can't exactly refuse Nishikiyama staring at his ass. Mine turns back, either pretending he doesn't notice or doesn't care. Neither is the real reason; it makes him feel coveted. He gets back under the shower. Mine stands closer to Nishikiyama than he'd been; their reaching for body wash and shampoo cross some. Mine's routine is barely abridged. After scrubbing himself and washing his hair, he combs conditioner through and out as Nishikiyama gets into the tub. Mine watches the tip of his ponytail graze the surface and his shoulders sink as he settles in.
He turns off the water. Mine braces his hands on the rim of the tub. Muscles are tired. He washes out a scoop of the bath salt and feels heady, the hint of lavender wafting back up in his face and the rainwater effect still mumbling in his ears. His gaze is focused quietly on Nishikiyama. He isn't intruding now, is heβ? His legs have strengthened against most wobbles and sways; Mine gets into the tub on the other end. Small waves translate the movement he introduces. Rather than sitting back, though, he leans over. Lips parted to meet Nishikiyama with a kiss. With their faces damp, it's wetter when parting. ]
I'm tired. I'll stay the night.
[ His intention unchanged, Nishikiyama must have picked up on that when Mine paid for the room. ]
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Date: 2024-02-19 04:17 pm (UTC)He turns off the water. Mine braces his hands on the rim of the tub. Muscles are tired. He washes out a scoop of the bath salt and feels heady, the hint of lavender wafting back up in his face and the rainwater effect still mumbling in his ears. His gaze is focused quietly on Nishikiyama. He isn't intruding now, is heβ? His legs have strengthened against most wobbles and sways; Mine gets into the tub on the other end. Small waves translate the movement he introduces. Rather than sitting back, though, he leans over. Lips parted to meet Nishikiyama with a kiss. With their faces damp, it's wetter when parting. ]
I'm tired. I'll stay the night.
[ His intention unchanged, Nishikiyama must have picked up on that when Mine paid for the room. ]