It's a miracle that Atsushi fits into the tub at all. Tatsuya smiles to himself, perched on a stool beside it, pulling Atsushi back to lean against the edge of the tub, his head hanging over the side.
"Muro-chin," Atsushi protests, but he's too relaxed to sound anything but content. "The tub is cold."
"It's going to warm up soon," Tatsuya tells him, filling his bucket with water and pouring it over Atsushi's shoulders, not minding that some of it spills over the edge. "With your body heat and the water, it won't stay cold for long."
"But it's cold now," Atsushi says, like that's the only thing that matters.
Tatsuya's smile only grows wider. He sets the bucket down and picks up their bottle of shampoo instead. "I can distract you, if that's what you're asking for."
"I'm not asking," Atsushi mumbles, but then cracks an eye open to glance at Tatsuya. "But if you're offering, then I won't say no."
With a soft chuckle, Tatsuya guides Atsushi to tip his head back even further. "If you don't lean back, the water's going to get into your eyes."
It's not a problem, with Atsushi being as tall as he is. He shuts both his eyes again as Tatsuya pours a bucket full of water over his hair to wet it, letting the water splash on the bathroom floor, across his bare legs and the tiles.
Rubbing the shampoo into a lather between his hands, Tatsuya sets about massaging it into Atsushi's hair. He's gentle at first, letting Atsushi get used to the feeling before he presses harder. Atsushi hums approvingly and Tatsuya curls his slippery fingers in Atsushi's hair, tugging gently.
"Muro-chin," Atsushi says, his voice low.
"Do you like that, Atsushi?" Tatsuya does it again, then digs his fingers into Atsushi's scalp, massaging it firmly.
Atsushi moans this time, his shoulders relaxing. He leans more heavily against the edge of the tub, pushing his head further into Tatsuya's hands in a silent demand for more. Tatsuya, as always, in more than happy to indulge.
"I need to rinse your hair out now," he says after a while, his hands going still.
Atsushi makes a small noise of protest before he sighs. "Fine. But next time, it's going to be your turn and I'm going to do this to you too."
Tatsuya thinks of Atsushi's long fingers in his hair, his firm grip, and finds himself nodding eagerly. "I'm already looking forward to it."
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It's a miracle that Atsushi fits into the tub at all. Tatsuya smiles to himself, perched on a stool beside it, pulling Atsushi back to lean against the edge of the tub, his head hanging over the side.
"Muro-chin," Atsushi protests, but he's too relaxed to sound anything but content. "The tub is cold."
"It's going to warm up soon," Tatsuya tells him, filling his bucket with water and pouring it over Atsushi's shoulders, not minding that some of it spills over the edge. "With your body heat and the water, it won't stay cold for long."
"But it's cold now," Atsushi says, like that's the only thing that matters.
Tatsuya's smile only grows wider. He sets the bucket down and picks up their bottle of shampoo instead. "I can distract you, if that's what you're asking for."
"I'm not asking," Atsushi mumbles, but then cracks an eye open to glance at Tatsuya. "But if you're offering, then I won't say no."
With a soft chuckle, Tatsuya guides Atsushi to tip his head back even further. "If you don't lean back, the water's going to get into your eyes."
It's not a problem, with Atsushi being as tall as he is. He shuts both his eyes again as Tatsuya pours a bucket full of water over his hair to wet it, letting the water splash on the bathroom floor, across his bare legs and the tiles.
Rubbing the shampoo into a lather between his hands, Tatsuya sets about massaging it into Atsushi's hair. He's gentle at first, letting Atsushi get used to the feeling before he presses harder. Atsushi hums approvingly and Tatsuya curls his slippery fingers in Atsushi's hair, tugging gently.
"Muro-chin," Atsushi says, his voice low.
"Do you like that, Atsushi?" Tatsuya does it again, then digs his fingers into Atsushi's scalp, massaging it firmly.
Atsushi moans this time, his shoulders relaxing. He leans more heavily against the edge of the tub, pushing his head further into Tatsuya's hands in a silent demand for more. Tatsuya, as always, in more than happy to indulge.
"I need to rinse your hair out now," he says after a while, his hands going still.
Atsushi makes a small noise of protest before he sighs. "Fine. But next time, it's going to be your turn and I'm going to do this to you too."
Tatsuya thinks of Atsushi's long fingers in his hair, his firm grip, and finds himself nodding eagerly. "I'm already looking forward to it."