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Sinking back into the water, Karasu sighed, the water tickling the nape of his neck where his freshly washed hair stuck to his skin. He ran a hand through his dark locks, ensuring for the tenth time that all of the gel from the day was fully washed out, before closing his eyes, letting the warmth from the water soothe his tired muscles and tired mind.
Karasu normally wasn’t one for baths, much preferring a quick shower to a prolonged bathing experience, but today, he had spent entirely too long on his feet, and all he wanted to do was fall asleep in the warm, soapy water. The soft lull of the music he had set on his phone wasn’t helping either. He didn’t even bother being polite as he yawned, his mouth gaping open as he tilted his head back, the cold tile of the shower wall feeling absolutely lovely against the top of his head.
Of course his peace was not to last, however. Karasu closed his eyes as the bathroom door opened, his face scrunched up into a grimace as the cool air of the apartment invaded his safe space. The rush of air soon ceased however, and Karasu tried to deny the inevitable as the pat of bare feet and plops of fabric on the floor met his ears.
Soon, he felt his space invaded, and Karasu cracked open one eye to observe his partner standing over him, naked as the day he was born.
“Eita…” He sighed, spreading his legs so that Otoya didn’t even have to ask him to move.
“Thanks, my dude.” Bracing himself with one hand on Karasu’s head, Otoya stepped over him, gingerly placing one foot, and then two, between his legs. As he sat down, he kicked his feet up on the shower wall, the small space barely big enough for the pair of them. Otoya never seemed to care about that, however, leaning back to rest his head on Karasu’s shoulder, so content in his intrusion.
He even had the audacity to grab one of Karasu’s hands, wrapping his arm around himself, when Karasu did not do so on his own.
Settling in, Otoya wiggled his bony hips until he was content with his position, fingers laced between Karasu’s as he laid their hands on his stomach.
Closing his eyes again, Karasu rested the side of his face against Otoya’s head, his dry hair a stark contrast to the dampness of his own skin. Otoya didn’t seem to mind however, as he happily wiggled his toes and hummed along to a song on Karasu’s phone, the tune one they both knew well. After some time, Karasu felt Otoya shift, leaning his own face into Karasu’s, stealing a quick kiss on the cheek.
“You smell nice,” Otoya remarked, rubbing his thumb over the back of Karasu’s hand.
Karasu chuckled, opening his eyes again to see Otoya staring up at him. “Well I sure hope so.”
Otoya grinned, narrowing his eyes mischievously as he waited, clearly hoping Karasu would lean into him, returning his kiss from earlier. Karasu found himself too tired to reject this thought, but was surprised to not find Otoya’s lips meeting his face, but the slimy little bastard’s tongue, poking out from between his lips as he licked the side of his face from jaw to beauty mark.
Before Karasu could recover from the shock, Otoya had hopped out of the bathtub, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist before grabbing his clothes from the floor. When Karasu tried to stand, his hand slipped on the slick side of the tub, aiding in Otoya’s escape.
Otoya held up his hand in a peace sign, his face neutral as he observed Karasu’s fiery expression.
“And you taste as good as you smell. Hurry up and get out of there.”
Otoya exited the bathroom, the cold air again setting Karasu’s skin alive with goosebumps, but this time, he did not close the door.
Karasu sighed again, and stood (this time much more carefully) from the tub after letting the water start to drain.
Reaching up, Karasu grabbed at the only remaining towel on the rack. Tiny, one meant to dry your hands after washing them, and Karasu felt just about ready to murder his annoying boyfriend.
(At least
this time
, Otoya had left Karasu a towel.)