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Momo stood in the doorway, shocked by his findings. He looked his senpai up and down, the more time he had to process the scene, the less surprising it was. The redhead acted quickly, stepping inside the bathroom and both closing and locking the door behind him in order to spare the other from more mortification. By now, Nitori was crying. his head tilted in shame with tears joining the puddle of piss on the floor. It was understandable, Momo couldn't imagine being seen that way. Before he had time to protest- Momo stepped into his space and into the mess, embracing him.
"...Eh?" Nitori looked up at the taller, tears slowing for a moment. "What're you-" His inquiry was cut short when a hand crept to the back of his head, resting it on the shoulder in front of him while rubbing his back. "Don't cry, It's okay."
His arms felt warm, like when you curl into a blanket with tea and a lover. It cased his body in a way that made him feel safe. Before he knew it, there were no more tears spilling from his eyes. He wasn't sure why, but he just couldn't feel that complete sadness while being embraced so affectionately.
He'd grown so comfortable in those seconds that when Momo pulled away he didn't attempt to hide his face.
"It's our secret." Smooth words were muttered while just as smooth thumbs wiped away his sadness. "We'll handle this together. And then you can go rest, okay?" A quick glance around the room made him realize the shorter's dispute over him coming closer. It would've been better for both of them if he hadn't stepped into the puddle on the ground, now his shoes were also wet. "I'll go get you some clothes, so wait here!"
Almost all at once, Momo cleaned off his shoes, threw away the paper and after giving Nitori another one of those comforting smiles- he dashed out the door and back to their room for a change of clothes.
While he waited, Nitori hobbled forward and leaned against the door. He couldn't take another person walking in on him so soon after the first. This was something he could tell he wouldn't recover from any time soon.
A few more minutes passed before he heard a quiet knock on the door, followed by a quieter voice. "Nitori-senpai, I'm back." He whispered, opening the door back once the blockade was cleared. He shut the door behind him and set the clothes down in a clean area. "First, we'll need to get those off." Nitori gave a weak nod. He'd always been rather shy in the changing room after practice and still was.
He put his hands on Nitori's fly and pulled it down, watching Nitori flinch at the metal sounds up until they came to a stop. He pulled both sides of the pants down until they were at Nitori's thighs. "Mm-" Nitori set his hands on Momo's shoulders to be able to step out of the pants. The squishing sounds of clothes saturated urine made them both feel a heightened level of embarrassment.
"S-Spread your legs." Momo mumbled, feeling embarrassed himself about making such a request. He might be a bit dense sometimes, but there wasn't a thing about that sentence that couldn't be turned sexual. Momo may or may not have fantasized about saying to his roommate for a number of reasons. Nitori complied easily, looking up at the ceiling as if he was attempting to escape the mortifying situation. Momo was so close to his move private, sensitive spots, and he was going to touch them.
With the pants now removed, Momo gathered toilet paper in his hands and started wiping down the Nitori's legs. It was a hassle, with the way the fibers easily ripped and got stuck on legs, but once they were clean enough to go back into pants that's where they went. Momo stood back up, holding the pants open for Nitori to step into. He did, gingerly. With the less wet pants zipped and dry feet, he was as ready as he could be.
"Alright. Now we just need to sneak you to the showers."
Thankfully, sneaking back to their room was an easy task. The hallways were generally empty and even if their toilet wasn't right their shower worked just fine, they would be only in the company of each other.
The two went through the first door to enter their domain, then through the second to the restroom. Nitori stood by the entrance, leaning against the frame while waiting for Momo gathered their clothes and towels.
Instead of watching the able-bodied swimmer prepare their shower, the injured turned to look out the window. Not much to look at, not enough to keep his mind from wandering back to the situation at hand. This was a huge adjustment, even if Momo seemed to do everything so naturally and without question. It made him wonder if there was a relative or something who he'd done something like this for.
He was brought back inside the room when he heard his name being called. On instinct, he turned his head to see what it was the other needed. Momotarou was already naked.
...Naked? Nitori barely had his processors turning before Momo walked over and started to undress Nitori was well. "Ng-!" On instinct, his shoulders shot up and all his muscles went tense.
It was obvious, wasn't it? They'd be showering together, he couldn't tell Momotarou not to, not after all the help he lent him today. But he could control his eyes, and h couldn't admire his body. Not now. No how. "You don't mind, right?" The shower was big enough for the two of them too. "No.." Nitori immediately responded, hoping he didn't sound too eager or too flustered.
Momo pulled off Nitori's shirt and tossed it aside into a pile with his own to be taken to the washer after their shower. Then went his pants, socks, and underwear, just as fast as his shirt. Both of them now bare, Momo strode to the shower and turned the water on where he made sure it was on the right temperature for the two of them. He knew just how Nitori liked the water since they used to spend all day in it with each other.
With both eyes still averted, he climbed into the slippery shower with Momo, knowing what was coming next while also knowing he couldn't prepare himself for it. Just don't think about it, don't focus on it. Then nothing will show, isn't that right?
Momo grabbed the soap and rags and started cleaning Nitori off, first his chest. No one else noticed, but Momo cheeks would a bit more red every time his fingers made contact with the skin under the rag. It was smooth but firm, not to mention flawless. Focusing on the elder's body only served to agitate his own, feeling his dick stir slightly with the thoughts he was having about his senpai. He was thankful Nitori was feeling equal embarrassment and kept his eyes away from him, it'd be humiliating if he noticed how turned on he was getting just from caressing him.
Now his chest was clean, and his arms were next. They were also smooth and strong, Momotarou couldn't help but fanboy a bit inside when he got to feel all of the muscles.
"Turn around." He murmured and watched as Nitori did so. His back and ass were just as fine as the front. It made him wonder why the blue-grey boy was so modest and shy about his body. He'd love to show it off, with Nitori as his-
Back to business.
He scrubbed his back and kneeled to start on Nitori's lower half. The way Nitori went tense when the rag touched his ass was very obvious from this position. Momo didn't stop, rubbing lightly down his legs and then between his thighs. His mind again wandering to places it shouldn't be, if they were to fool around, would his body react this way too?
This was something they'd never done before. In fact- he couldn't remember ever being around while Nitori showered. So how was she supposed to know how sensitive his body was? He had no idea, and he had no idea that it wouldn't be too long until he got his answer.
When he reached under to cup the inable one's dick through the cloth he could hear Nitori gasp. Not one of shock- but of pleasure. He was already a little hard, showing easily through the thin fibers. As much as he wanted to grope and squeeze and get him more aroused he knew it wouldn't be the best decision. Nitori wasn't interested in him, Momo couldn't put him in that awkward position.
He quickly moved his hand around to make a washing motion for moving his hand out from between his legs, trying to block the whines and wimpers involuntarily leaving Nitori's throat. After commanding him again to turn around. It took Nitori a minute, but he did and with his wet hair and head tilted down and away from him, Momo couldn't tell how he was feeling. The taller could see his chest heaving, was he going to cry again...?
Now that his body was cleaned up he dropped the soap and rags and grabbed the shampoo Nitori used. The quicker they moved on the better for both of them. He squeezed some into his hand and started to lather it around in the shorter one's hair, it was super soft, but this he already knew.
After he was finished Nitori stepped into the water, tilted his head back and let it all drain out. Another painfully tense 12 minutes passed before they were both out and wrapped in towels. There was a split second that he debated staying in longer relax his body, but he knew it was unfair to Nitori. Unable to dry and clothe himself and also unable to release himself. Both of them were still obviously feeling the need to
"That wasn't so bad, right?" Momo smiled while putting a fresh shirt on the other. "No.."After getting dressed, blow drying their hair and leaving the bathroom Momo went to the computer and Nitori sat on his bed with his workbooks. He could still read with minimal difficulty so he decided to do some studying. It was something to take his mind off the only thing it was full of- Momo.
He tried not to look, but through stolen glances, while they were still drenched he saw the redheads arousal with his own eyes. Now it was branded in his mind- and the book did little to make him flaccid again.
This was going to be a long and painful night, just as the day was. But for some reason, he almost didn't mind it.