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Kiryu hated to admit it, but hygiene... wasn't a strong point of his anymore.
He'd had a strict routine for a long time, thorough showers every Tuesday and Friday and quick ones whenever he'd worked his body through exercise or fights, only broken when there was no other choice. He'd never liked the feeling of his hair being too dirty - especially now that it was long and he wasn't using product to mask it - or how his skin started to itch if he went a day too long without showering.
But now, he just... didn't have the energy or the motor skills to keep up. A shower chair was nice, but it wasn't the only thing he needed. It couldn't keep him from feeling so tired that he wanted to just slump over, couldn't make him gain the energy he needed to even start, couldn't fix his tremor that cursed him into dropping, dropping, dropping. He needed help, but even if he hired an agency...
What would they say? What would they do? It wasn't like he could hide the evidence of his past when his back was as much in need of washing as the rest of him. Even if they legally couldn't say or do anything, it still didn't feel right. Didn't feel safe.
So, reluctantly, he turned to Majima.
He shouldn't have been surprised that Majima agreed to help, but he was. Along with bathing each other after intense love-making sessions, they'd also both had their share of helping some of the kids shower after injuries, so he supposed it wasn't entirely uncharted territory...
Still, it felt kind of weird to be the only one nude, waiting as Majima ran the water to the right temperature, checking the flow against the back of his wrist.
"Feels good to me... Come test?"
Kiryu nodded, leaning forward to check the same way... Yeah. Nice. He stepped over the edge of the tub, wiggling his toes in the water just to be extra certain, then stepped fully into the tub and the chair.
"Well, think I already know what ya like first... That change at all?"
He shook his head, letting Majima turn on the showerhead itself with a cheeky little grin. He leaned his head back, letting Majima soak his hair, closing his eyes as his scalp was gently scratched. He smiled with a pleased little sigh, and Majima chuckled.
"Cute as always, I'm tellin' ya."
He briefly turned the showerhead off, letting the tub fill up some more to give Kiryu's feet a good soaking as he reached for the shampoo.
"Eh, which one ya feelin' today?"
"Rose," he signed without hesitation. He loved floral shampoos, especially the way Majima would nose into his hair, calling him a pretty little flower. Even when not feeling particularly feminine, not yet crossing the line of Kazumi, he just loved that petname. Flower.
Majima squeezed a good dollop into his hand, first rubbing it gently onto Kiryu's head, then with a bit more force working it into his strands. Kiryu angled and turned this way and that to give him better reach, melting into the touch with a relaxed smile.
"Ya big puppy."
Finally, when Majima really had no more excuse to keep on with it, no more angles to give his expert attention, he rinsed the bubbles off of his hands under the tap and turned the showerhead back on. He worked the water into Kiryu's hair as thoroughly as the shampoo, just watching the peaceful look on his face.
As ashamed as Kiryu had been, to recognise he needed help-
Well. He felt like royalty right now. Majima blotted his face dry, then worked conditioner into the ends of his hair similarly.
When Majima had finally worked through all the steps of his hair, he moved on, showerhead off once again as he wet the washcloth under the tap and soaped it up. First came Kiryu's back, so he leaned forward, as Majima washed the dragon with reverence. Even while not as vibrant as it used to be, it was still so beautiful and so strong.
Majima never liked chattering much while they were bathing, nor while he was showering Kiryu it seemed. That was fine, though - whenever Majima's face was in sight, Kiryu could see the love in his eye, and that was enough for him.
He gently pushed Kiryu back, getting angles on his front now. Around his shoulders, down his arms, between the crooks of his fingers - if he weren't soaking wet, Majima would be kissing him all over, he was sure of it.
"Up."
Majima lathered up Kiryu's armpits, earning him a deep sigh of relief - they'd started itching worse than he'd realised. He worked his way down Kiryu's body, re-soaping the towel along the way, swiping across his long-since pudgy belly, taking his time to account for every subtle roll and squish, making sure not a hair was left uncovered. Then came his legs, starting from the hips and lathering down to his thighs, his knees, his calves.
"Brace yerself," he smirked, as he started working on Kiryu's feet. He tried his hardest not to squirm while Majima scrubbed between his toes, stifling odd little laughs and splashing each foot down into the water as soon as Majima was done his assault. Was he more ticklish than ever or something?
Whatever the case was, it came time to be rinsed down, in pretty much the same order. He sputtered a little bit as some overshoot from rinsing his armpits sprayed into his face, which Majima apologised for, but Kiryu just laughed.
As sexless as this was, not even having followed a bout of passion, it was... beautiful and comfortingly intimate even so. Maybe a day would come that hiring an agency would be the only option, but until then, he wanted to enjoy this for what it was.
The love of his life holding him, touching him, seeming to savour every nook and cranny of his body just because it was there. Age, injury, the gaining of weight and losing of his once extreme muscular definition, none of it would stop him.
Nor had it stopped, or would it ever stop, Kiryu from adoring him in the same ways.
"Rest is probably easier standin' up... Brace against the wall if ya need, yeah?"
Kiryu nodded, carefully standing as Majima pulled the plug to start draining, and turned his leg out to give him a little bit more access. Majima worked in the folds of his groin, again earning a pleased sigh to be rid of the itching, before going over his shaft itself. He pulled Kiryu's foreskin back gently, washing with care.
Alright, could Kiryu do this part himself? Probably. But he wasn't about to tell Majima that, taking pride in having drawn out such a gentle, attentive side of him. All the good qualities Majima once thought he'd left to the wayside, trying to convince himself - and the world - that he would be a wild beast... they were right here. The soft focus in his eye as he made sure everything in the area was soaped up nice before he rinsed Kiryu down one final time... then, finally, shut the water off and slipped the showerhead back into its resting place.
He carefully stepped out as Majima shuffled to grab his towel, shaking excess water from his feet before stepping onto the mat. With just as much love and care, Majima started patting his hair dry, and finally couldn't resist the urge to plant a smooch on his forehead. And then another, and maybe one more for good measure.
Kiryu just shook his head with a smile - hopeless sap, he was saying.
"Ya wouldn't be any better in my position," Majima teased. And yeah, fine... he was right. Kiryu huffed, earning a chuckle from Majima who continued down his body.
He felt... fluffy. It was hard to explain, but it was like he was fresher than ever, ready to sink into comfort - all because he hadn't had to do it alone. By the time Majima got to his lower legs, he'd been sat down on top of the toilet, just so it was easier on both of them. He squirmed less when Majima was drying his feet than when he'd been lathering them up - he blamed the bubbles and the texture of the soap itself - and sighed happily.
Finally, Majima was done drying him off, and clapped his hands.
"Now! Clothes..."
Majima looked around. The only clothes he saw were...
"Kaz... did ya forget to bring a change of clothes in?"
He tinged red with embarrassment, and Majima laughed playfully as he scurried off.
"Looks like I'm surprisin' ya!"