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Shouto’s drowsy, swaying on his unsteady feet. Reeking of the smell of strong, nose wrinkling stench of Booz. Heavy eyes lidded and seeing through his long and wet lashes.
Enji is with him on the bathroom floor, judging silently but not voicing it.
He found shouto at a pub far inside the city with his friends even though they're underage. Woozy laugh and delighted smile sent to those girls that wrapped their arms around him and saying pretty little things in such a manner that angered enji in a different kind of way.
So now here they are in their Japanese wooden bathroom with the water filling the bathtub being the only music to listen to than the heavy disco ones back from where shouto was dragged from by his father.
Back there it was deafeningly loud, with the sounds clawing at the walls, but now, it’s deafeningly silent, the sounds caressing the wooden walls of theirs. Shouto is sitting cross-legged on the floor in attire that he wore going to that repulsive place.
Dark olive green shirt tucked inside his skinny black jeans paired with chunky white shoes. Looking exactly like a model straight out of a high-class magazine.
Except his hair was a mess from many fingers running through them out of curiosity, his shirt holding onto the scents of strangers, his pitch-black pants having been rubbed on by someone’s thighs.
But enji knows under all these touched fabric. Shouto remains untouched.
But he won't be satisfied until shouto washes the night away and be sent off to sleep and turn this night into nothing but a blurry memory.
But shouto is being quite disrespectful. More than usual and more than what enji can endure. Cussing and swearing all over the place all the time since they came to the house, that is until now. Suddenly and out of nowhere shouto is worryingly silent, staring off into something beyond this room’s walls.
So enji taking this as an opportunity, he jumps into action by taking shouto’s shoes off first, then gently his shirt revealing his smooth chest, after that enji moves on to shouto’s tight jeans which presents to be a problem. It’s so tight he can't get a hold of them. But he knows he has to do this for shouto’s sake.
Shouto might wake up remembering this night and will yell at him for invading his personal space but if enji didn’t do this and wash shouto from head to toe he won't rest easy at all.
So he pushes shouto by the chest to lay him flat on the floor which made shouto look venerable and in return made enji weirdly entranced by it.
Shouto’s white and plank-like chest on full view begging for your fingertips to ghost over it, his head thrown back showing off his smooth neck inviting you to close in the distance, and through all that enji kept on going knowing what was going on in his head is all disturbingly wrong and disgusting.
Finally and skillfully enji managed to get a grip on the waistband and hesitantly pulled the jeans revealing shouto’s hungry and young hips, his expensive brand boxers peek out the longer enji drags the jeans further until it reached shouto’s kissable ankles.
It's getting loud in enji’s head, there are his voices that are yelling, whispering, demanding, indecisiveness got him feeling crazy all just to get his attention but enji isn’t giving in to that, solely focusing on washing shouto up and getting him in bed.
But it’s hard when the voices are like viscous honey of sickeningly sweet words about how shouto looks.
what he tastes like? feels like? smells like?
Just that one thought made Enji physically recoil and rush to the toilet nearby and empty his insides and hopefully his thoughts. But that didn’t happen, it kept on coming. More and more.
IknowIwantthisIknowIwantthisIknowIwantthis
It was on repeat, drowning him and holding him under. His mind is becoming hazy, feeling like he’s breathing air in and out through lustful lips, seeing through uncanny eyes.
“Thud”
It was loud. Whatever that sound was it was loud. In fact, it was so loud that it was able to strip Enji from his terrifyingly scattered thoughts and mind. So Enji turned to look around to find the source that ripped through him.
And not so surprisingly it was none other than shouto. Standing on bare and wobbly feet and almost naked if it wasn’t for the boxers that stayed on. And Enji breathes out a sigh of relief to the gods above internally thanking them for making him not take it off.
“Shouto-“
He wanted to call out to his son if it wasn’t for what he did next that stole his father’s voice completely.
Leaning his lithe back on the bath tube, shouto was sitting high from the floor where Enji was, and looked down on him, seemingly enjoying the view of his father having an inner turmoil besides a toilet. And Enji didn’t like that eerie stare through his son’s gorgeous mismatched orbs. But what made the situation worse was that shouto sat with legs wide open, his plush inner thighs seemingly grabbing enji’s utmost attention.
And with a devilish smirk on shouto’s pretty angelic face, he fell backward into the fully filled hot water tub, drowning himself.
Enji pulled himself from the wooden floor and rushes to the bathtub where shouto recklessly fell into. Enji reached into the hot water with equally hot desperation.
You won't imagine the relief that showered him when the father got hold of his son’s lower back and nape and pulled him out of the water like a holy being, like holding a newborn baby with absolute gentleness he can master, he took a long breath in to calm his overly circulated blood to slow down when he witnessed with his own cyan blue eyes of his that his pride and joy is breathing but is in a coughing fit. But when shouto took a long breath to calm his coughing and opened his eyes.
It was ethereal for enji...
To have shouto’s glassy eyes, one like a cloudy grey sky and the other like a sunny blue sky, stare back at him, messing with enji’s already hazy mind. And yet to have shouto in his arm like the way he is now isn’t easing enji even by a bit.
But even so, shouto feels like nothing in his strong muscled arms but he’s enji’s everything.
Shouto starts laughing at enji’s panic. Enji already knew that just his smile is worth dying for, but oh the laugh. How it travels around the room making it brightly lit, and how it forces a smile involuntarily from enji.
Just as the way the smile was forced out of him by his dear prodigy, a whisper of adornment was forced out too.
"You’re so pure…my shouto"