[ Nishikiyama's hand slips off of Mine's and his body from underneath. His brow creases again, after being in that quiet and comfortable place to unwind. Watching Nishikiyama sit, Mine's body necessarily shifts too. He puts weight on his shoulder to prop himself up. Like on himself, the definition of Nishikiyama's muscles disappears under his suit. They're different shapes, though. The groves from Nishikiyama's collarbone to his shoulders and chest don't run as deep. Instead, the indented lines at his waist, where Mine'd kept his hand, are far more defined. The combination makes him looks slimmer. If Mine were to call his observation anything else, it's adoration.
Ultimately, his decision gets dragged out. He finds himself agreeing; he'd exhausted himself and just rinsing after the fight hadn't been enough. This time, he should go first. Sweat and more clings to his skin, especially between his legs. Getting up and out of the covers, there's evidence even in the low light ]
I'll showerβ
[ Nishikiyama's cum trails rivulets down the back of his thighs.
Mine tries to move as if the sensation doesn't make him wobble, drawing the curtains outside the bathroom cabin before he goes in. Surrounded by the pressure of the water hitting tile, Mine stands bracing against the wall with one hand, it washing down his body. His knees get weak and his hips lock against the phantom motions of Nishikiyama rocking into him. Bearing down feels awkward when he's empty otherwise. Gravity urges him. Mine feels himself flush hot under a tepid stream when he pulls his ass cheek aside, getting out what Nishikiyama'd spent inside and letting the water flow in between. No more than a room away, Mine thinks of him. ]
[ Not too much later, there's a faint scrape of rail with the curtain pulled aside. Nishikiyama can be seen standing outside of the shower room before he lets himself in. By the time he enters, the glass box is full of steam. Nishikiyama tries not to look at Mine too much when he washes himself where he'd been earlier penetrated, moving beside him to stand beneath the rain shower head.
Despite brighter light and circumstances that may ordinarily make him shy, he's confident in stance if only because he'd seen how Mine had been made to hobble. He thumbs and combs through his roots, pulling his locks down from how they're usually combed back. As his black hair gets wetter, he reaches for one of the complementary washcloths and pumps body soap into it. He drags the suds over his skinβ starts with his waist first. He watches Mine from the side. ]
Mine.
[ He sweeps his hair to the side, most pieces parted and swept over the top of his scalp from above his right ear. It's flat on his neck from the water. His skin shines. Without further explanation, he takes a wet step forward and places the balled, soapy cloth against the smoke of Mine's kirin. ]
[ With his eyes cast down, his head tilted forward, Mine's hair hangs in wet clumps in front of his face. The water raining from above drips from the tip of his nose, the curve of his upper lip, his chin. He'd turned up the heat, letting it relax his muscles, misting up the glass. Some chill gets let in alongside Nishikiyama. Gooseflesh skin reaches up Mine's forearms. He pushes his hair back, his usual style that'll unravel again in seconds. Wet it's almost black, but fails to make Mine look harsher with the stark color.
Mine watches Nishikiyama undo himself with aβfirstβtentative glance over his shoulder. Just once he'd seen him with his hair spilling over his ears and the sides of his face. Then, looking at the koifish tattoo, there'd been the amazing contrast of so much red and black. The lather working itself up makes Nishikiyama almost look pale as the tops of his shoulders also catch cool light. What his sidelong glimpse warps into is not something Mine hides, but his lashes, with droplets clinging, flutter. ]
Boss...
[ Still calling the other man like so seems far removed from where they stand; sensuality seeps into a moment Mine'd only thought to use to get clean. What can he say, thoughβ he just reacts. The clouds of smoke on his skin are new and tender, sore from getting fucked on his back and moving roughly against the bedsheets. Mine's shoulders stiffen but ease when the motions of the washcloth on his back simply repeat.
Nishikiyama can see the kirin under the gloss of running water, draped over faintly reddened skin, as Mine's hands stay on the wall to square the canvas. ]
[ The cloth scrubs in soft circles, lacking too much pressure when passing over the bruises left by Mine's fight in the ring. The motions fall somewhere between affection and obligationβ more the former, under the guise of the latter. It's easier to go about things as if Mine is simply his responsibility to take care of rather than admit he'd wanted to be close; like a pet he wants nearby. His lips purse and puff at some dark hair that falls in the way, heavy pieces swaying out of his eyes. He tosses his neck to free his line of sight of obstruction. ]
Does it hurt?
[ Nishikiyama gets lazy and stops. After draping the wash towel over Mine's shoulder, he focuses on himself instead, taking the small bottle of expensive shampoo and lathering it into his scalp. His eyes shut to avoid any dripping suds. ]
No. [ He doesn't hate the feeling of being taken care of, whatever rationale Nishikiyama puts behind it. ] It's fine.
[ The running water dilutes conversation, anyway. Mine pulls the cloth over his shoulder. He'll use it to clean himself properly. While Nishikiyama closes his eyes, though, he may watch. The overhead lights let shadows play. There's very little feminine left for him to observe, not even the length of Nishikiyama's hair. Mine looks for masculinity in the divots of his muscles and the shaved stubble growing back in his armpits.
In the tight space, he leaves Nishikiyama under the rain shower head. Mine goes behind him to turn on the water in the tub. Hardly anything will be more intimate than what they've already done... ]
[ Nishikiyama's shower and baths usually run well long over because of his hair routine. While he's aware of this, he tries to speed the process along, eyes only creaking back open when his hair is slathered up into a pile of foam citrus and woody-smelling foam on his head. Mine is bending to turn on the faucet. In seeing it, Nishikiyama sits on a playful urge to lean over and smack him on the buttβ an intrusive thought that simply seems like it'd be fun. He figures now's probably not the time. Mine instead gets Nishikiyama staring dumbfoundedly at his ass until it comes off creepy. Enough is enough. He rinses his hair of shampoo, then soaps his body up with his hands because Mine still has his wash towel. ]
The salts might help the soreness. [ He suggests.
Nishikiyama's thigh glistens with body soap when he tries pointing in the general direction of the bath salts with his foot. He's got pretty good balance for someone dripping in the showerβ better balance for sure than Mine's when he'd wobbled in. Done posing, he stands instead with one foot placed in front of the other, arms moving higher to scrunch some conditioner into his wet hair. When it's heavy with it, he takes a pre-packaged hair tie from a shelving compartment to pull his hair into a ponytail. By the time the bath is full he's finished washing up. He lowers himself into the tub with his hair up and soaking in treatment, curiously wondering if Mine will take him up on spooning some lavender salt into the water. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Nishikiyama's legs are drawn close to his chest, but they don't make it difficult for Mine to incline and kiss him from his side of the tub. Some tiredness shows on his face. The day and its toll are catching up to him. The water smells nice. It'll cling to their skin once they're done. ]
Good. [ Simply put.
He doesn't want Mine going home suddenly or leaving him any more stupid thank you notes. It's better having Mine here with him, and he shouldn't feel comfortable enough to leave unless Nishikiyama is ready to dismiss him. That's what Nishikiyama thinks, selfishly. Pleased with the development, he leans against the wall of the tub. His arm brushes the top of the bathwater, making it ripple and flush the air with a lavender scent.
Long fingers outstretch. They'll make sure to hang onto Mine's for the rest of the night. ]
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Ultimately, his decision gets dragged out. He finds himself agreeing; he'd exhausted himself and just rinsing after the fight hadn't been enough. This time, he should go first. Sweat and more clings to his skin, especially between his legs. Getting up and out of the covers, there's evidence even in the low light ]
I'll showerβ
[ Nishikiyama's cum trails rivulets down the back of his thighs.
Mine tries to move as if the sensation doesn't make him wobble, drawing the curtains outside the bathroom cabin before he goes in. Surrounded by the pressure of the water hitting tile, Mine stands bracing against the wall with one hand, it washing down his body. His knees get weak and his hips lock against the phantom motions of Nishikiyama rocking into him. Bearing down feels awkward when he's empty otherwise. Gravity urges him. Mine feels himself flush hot under a tepid stream when he pulls his ass cheek aside, getting out what Nishikiyama'd spent inside and letting the water flow in between. No more than a room away, Mine thinks of him. ]
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Despite brighter light and circumstances that may ordinarily make him shy, he's confident in stance if only because he'd seen how Mine had been made to hobble. He thumbs and combs through his roots, pulling his locks down from how they're usually combed back. As his black hair gets wetter, he reaches for one of the complementary washcloths and pumps body soap into it. He drags the suds over his skinβ starts with his waist first. He watches Mine from the side. ]
Mine.
[ He sweeps his hair to the side, most pieces parted and swept over the top of his scalp from above his right ear. It's flat on his neck from the water. His skin shines. Without further explanation, he takes a wet step forward and places the balled, soapy cloth against the smoke of Mine's kirin. ]
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Mine watches Nishikiyama undo himself with aβfirstβtentative glance over his shoulder. Just once he'd seen him with his hair spilling over his ears and the sides of his face. Then, looking at the koifish tattoo, there'd been the amazing contrast of so much red and black. The lather working itself up makes Nishikiyama almost look pale as the tops of his shoulders also catch cool light. What his sidelong glimpse warps into is not something Mine hides, but his lashes, with droplets clinging, flutter. ]
Boss...
[ Still calling the other man like so seems far removed from where they stand; sensuality seeps into a moment Mine'd only thought to use to get clean. What can he say, thoughβ he just reacts. The clouds of smoke on his skin are new and tender, sore from getting fucked on his back and moving roughly against the bedsheets. Mine's shoulders stiffen but ease when the motions of the washcloth on his back simply repeat.
Nishikiyama can see the kirin under the gloss of running water, draped over faintly reddened skin, as Mine's hands stay on the wall to square the canvas. ]
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[ The cloth scrubs in soft circles, lacking too much pressure when passing over the bruises left by Mine's fight in the ring. The motions fall somewhere between affection and obligationβ more the former, under the guise of the latter. It's easier to go about things as if Mine is simply his responsibility to take care of rather than admit he'd wanted to be close; like a pet he wants nearby. His lips purse and puff at some dark hair that falls in the way, heavy pieces swaying out of his eyes. He tosses his neck to free his line of sight of obstruction. ]
Does it hurt?
[ Nishikiyama gets lazy and stops. After draping the wash towel over Mine's shoulder, he focuses on himself instead, taking the small bottle of expensive shampoo and lathering it into his scalp. His eyes shut to avoid any dripping suds. ]
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[ The running water dilutes conversation, anyway. Mine pulls the cloth over his shoulder. He'll use it to clean himself properly. While Nishikiyama closes his eyes, though, he may watch. The overhead lights let shadows play. There's very little feminine left for him to observe, not even the length of Nishikiyama's hair. Mine looks for masculinity in the divots of his muscles and the shaved stubble growing back in his armpits.
In the tight space, he leaves Nishikiyama under the rain shower head. Mine goes behind him to turn on the water in the tub. Hardly anything will be more intimate than what they've already done... ]
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The salts might help the soreness. [ He suggests.
Nishikiyama's thigh glistens with body soap when he tries pointing in the general direction of the bath salts with his foot. He's got pretty good balance for someone dripping in the showerβ better balance for sure than Mine's when he'd wobbled in. Done posing, he stands instead with one foot placed in front of the other, arms moving higher to scrunch some conditioner into his wet hair. When it's heavy with it, he takes a pre-packaged hair tie from a shelving compartment to pull his hair into a ponytail. By the time the bath is full he's finished washing up. He lowers himself into the tub with his hair up and soaking in treatment, curiously wondering if Mine will take him up on spooning some lavender salt into the water. ]
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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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Good. [ Simply put.
He doesn't want Mine going home suddenly or leaving him any more stupid thank you notes. It's better having Mine here with him, and he shouldn't feel comfortable enough to leave unless Nishikiyama is ready to dismiss him. That's what Nishikiyama thinks, selfishly. Pleased with the development, he leans against the wall of the tub. His arm brushes the top of the bathwater, making it ripple and flush the air with a lavender scent.
Long fingers outstretch. They'll make sure to hang onto Mine's for the rest of the night. ]