[ likely to no one's surprise, izō isn't super motivated to move at all right now. which would mean having to resist the warm, sleepy feeling that threatens to have him drift off at any minute, but it would be more comfortable if he did get cleaned up and probably spare one of them the awkwardness of having to get the bedding washed without inflicting it on some overworked maid. ]
Hnn... guess so. Otherwise, I'm gonna fall asleep an' then I ain't movin' 'til mornin', so...
[ so now he just has to do it.
that reluctance buys them a few more minutes of quiet before he finally moves to sit up slowly, wincing a little because he's sore beyond what they've just done — as spending time sleeping on the cold, hard ground can do to a body — and the addition of all his new hickeys and bite marks just adds another dimension to it. still, not truly unpleasant since he also has the vivid recollection of exactly how it felt for ryouma to make each one fresh in his mind. well, that settles it.
he stretches, twisting in the right ways to get his joints to pop. much better. izō gets up after scooting down to the foot of the bed, an act that's accompanied by the embarrassing realisation that he'd been visibly unsteady on his feet at first because he'd underestimated how tired his legs would feel. he's not drunk enough to want to look back and see whether ryouma noticed or not, so he just takes purposeful steps towards the bathroom until he's used to it. now he can look back and he pauses for a moment. he is drunk enough to take particular pride in the knowledge that ryouma's probably enjoying the view. ]
Ya comin'?
[ just in case he, for some reason, assumed he wasn't invited. ]
[ He makes a little noise when Izō gets up; there'd been some hope that he'd ignore his suggestion and stay in bed. This is better, he knows it's better -- doesn't mean he has to like it, though.
Ryouma sits up to keep himself from dozing off, stretching and yawning. It's then he remembers that Izō scratched up his back quite a bit and those marks have started to sting rather painfully. It's fine...Nothing a little soap and water won't fix. His gaze settles casually on Izō and the mess of marks left on him. Hm...Well, he liked it, didn't he? It's fine. It's not like seeing the marks on him makes Ryouma feel something. He'd been so distracted looking Izō over, mentally mapping every curve of his muscle and shift in his physique, that he almost doesn't register that he'd been asked a question. ]
...Huh? Y-yeah, 'm comin'.
[ Not that he minds coming with him, more that he'd expected Izō to want to clean up alone. His invitation is a very pleasant surprise, enough to bring a little bit of color to his cheeks. Now the sock come off before he slides off the bed and trails after him, just as wobbly on his feet for a moment as Izō had been. Ryouma reaches out for him, then slowly drops his hand back to his side, as if he thought better of it. There's time to be affectionate in a little bit.
The bathroom is at least spacious enough for both of them, even the tub can accommodate them both -- maybe not comfortably, but there's enough room. Ryouma sits on the edge of the tub and turns the water on, waiting for it to get warm before he turns the shower on.
He gets in, but moves to the back so Izō can step in, too. He needs the relief of the hot water more than Ryouma does right now. ]
[ he lets ryouma deal with things like turning the shower on, momentarily distracted because entering a room with a mirror in it makes him realise his hair is sticking up (more than usual) in the back where he'd been laying on it. he fusses with it a little before his mind catches up and realises he's going to get it wet anyway so it doesn't really matter what it's doing. he briefly runs the cold water instead, leaning down over the sink to drink out of the faucet which seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to do right now.
once the shower has heated up enough for ryouma to get in izō joins him and takes advantage of the unspoken offer to stand under the water first. the heat makes his skin sting all over and especially where he has the marks and scratches, but other than a low hiss at first he stands there and bears it while the water soaks his hair which falls forward over his face. ]
'Nough water here for the both of us, y'know...
[ he finally pushes his hair back as he says so, doing it in a way that's too deliberately the action of someone trying to make it look attractive to have been a casual accident. how successful he is largely depends on how goofy ryouma finds his expression though since he's still quite drunk. ]
[ Ryouma had been taking the time to lather up a washcloth when he catches him pushing his hair back. He can't help but laugh, absolutely charmed by his clumsy attempt at being seductive. It earns him a little kiss for his trouble, at least. ]
What a kind invite...How can I say no t' that? [ He smiles, remarkably charming given how drunk he still is, too. ] Now how 'bout I thank ya properly for that?
[ Not that he gives Izō time to respond or even think about it. He starts to gently wash him, pressing a kiss to each mark he can easily reach as he does so, as if he's apologizing for each one he'd left behind. Cleaning him up after that admittedly intense fuck is the least he can do.
It's also a good way to distract himself from how much the hot water stings the scratches all over his back. He'll worry about himself later. As always, his focus is on the needs of his lover -- friend. Whatever. Their relationship is complicated right now, made all the more complicated by what they just did.
[ this has never happened before, at least that he can recall. in the past, if izō has made it to the shower, it was generally little more than a good excuse for a second round before cleaning up for real and calling it a night. let it be over and done with, ideally with no strings attached. this..? he doesn't know what to do with this. and being drunk doesn't help either. maybe it's just a quirk of ryouma's? more niceness where it doesn't seem needed. and he hasn’t needed it so far. it feels pleasant in any case, so he can live with that while ryouma gets whatever he's guessing ryouma will get out of this. ]
What're ya—...
[ izō trails off because he's not entirely certain what he wants to say. it probably won't make it any easier to know what he should be feeling or thinking anyway. he lets his head hang forward again, allowing the water to beat against the back of his neck. it pushes the hair he'd just gotten out of his face back into it again — or more importantly, over it — because then his expression doesn't matter. his body feels heavy; the combination of the heat, ryouma's gentle attention, and what's most likely edging closer to exhaustion than just plain fatigue at this point is all coming together at once. after a while, izō leans his shoulder against the wall, which at least keeps him from feeling unsteady. ]
[ His voice is quiet as he continues to wash his body and shower him with gentle affection. He walks a fine line between a caring touch and an arousing one; as much fun as it would be to go another round, they're both too tired for that. Ryouma's intentions are purely focused on soothing and relaxing him.
Once he's satisfied with his work, he starts to help with the rinsing process and decides to ask a somewhat ridiculous question. ]
Can I wash your hair?
[ It's not like they hadn't bathed together before. This context is much different, yes, but something about it feels very familiar and nostalgic. ]
[ that question wakes him up and he parts a bit of his hair like a curtain to peer at ryouma through the gap. it maybe helps disguise the fact that he's blushing, at least. his little pout is partly visible too, especially as it deepens a little while he tries to make a decision.
he sighs and his shoulders slump tiredly before he leans forward and rests his forehead against ryouma's chest. ]
Do whatever ya want...
[ he's too tired again to protest much but also... he's sure it'll feel good. and hasn't that been what it's been about all night? feeling good! so why not indulge in this too? it makes sense because of course, every idea he's arrived at after he's been drinking has been a good one (at the time). and future izō can deal with this too later on and have clean hair while doing it. it's flawless logic. ]
[ Izō's reaction is too cute to the point it makes Ryouma blush just seeing the way he pouts. He just smiles warmly as he pets his wet hair, smoothing it back and away from his face. ]
Thanks...
[ For indulging his whim.
He manages to grab the shampoo without making Izō move and squeezes a bit into hia hands. As drunk as he is, he's still very careful and meticulous in the way he washes his hair. A mostly competent scalp massage comes before he works the lather through to the ends. Equal care comes in the rinse, too, careful to keep any suds from getting into his eyes. ]
There ya go...How's that for ya?
[ He wouldn't be terribly surprised if Izō had dozed off during that. ]
[ ryouma gets a quiet sound in acknowledgement for his gratitude and little else, although not long after he gets started working the shampoo in izō puts his arms around him. he's locked in now. this is easily the most izō has ever leaned into any canine tendencies of his, since the mostly competent massage relaxes the rest of the tension out of him. he probably leans on ryouma a little more over time because it's true that he's started to doze until ryouma's question wakes him up again. ]
Hnn..? S'okay.
[ he lifts his head, tilting it up so he can still lean on ryouma and look up at him at the same time. ]
Quit bein' good at shit.
[ the combination of drunk and now groggy is not doing much for whatever's left of his filter or the clarity of what he's saying, since his words all sort of slur together. but it could be sort of a compliment if you squint? ]
[ This moment is so tender and warm that even in the heat of the water, Ryouma feels his face flush all the way to the tips of his ears. He can chalk it up to being drunk -- that's not the truth, but it's the only thing he's willing to accept right now.
He leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, putting his arms around him in turn. It's warm, it's comforting, it's dangerous... ]
But ya wouldn't be so relaxed if I was bad at it, would ya?
[ Ryouma holds him for a few moments longer before he pats his back. ]
Go on an' get yerself dried off, I'll be along in a li'l bit, alright?
[ He can clean himself up without any help -- not that he'd object to it, but Izō looks like he can barely keep his eyes open right now. The important thing is that Izō's needs have been tended to and he's satisfied with the outcome. ]
[ and he might've intended that to be immediate, but like earlier, getting started takes a little time. if standing there any longer were more comfortable, he probably would've. izō unwinds his arms from around ryouma's waist reluctantly, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out again slowly as he straightens up. at least he looks a little more alert now, enough to make it to the bed and all. maybe it would've been better if he'd done it without bracing himself with his hands on ryouma's chest but whatever.
izō looks like he's considering his options for a second before the sleepiness wins out. ]
Later...
[ so maybe next time? in any case, he gives ryouma a light pat with one hand before he gets out, probably lucky to manage it without tripping. he grabs a towel on his way back to the other room before leaving ryouma to do what he needs to do...
at least he managed to be thorough about drying off before getting to the bed because izō didn't manage to accomplish anything else other than flopping onto it face down. ]
[ Cute...Dangerously cute. Ryouma watches him go, making sure he gets out safely before he cleans himself up. It doesn't take him too much longer, mostly because if he did linger too long in the hot water, he'd risk falling asleep standing up.
Off goes the shower, out steps Ryouma. He dries himself off, leaving the towel on the floor before shuffling out to the other room. Izō laying there is also extremely cute and he can't help but lay down alongside him, draping an arm over him.
Warm, clean, and satisfied, it's easy to give into sleep -- easier still with the booze in him. He presses a sleepy kiss to Izō's shoulder. ]
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and probably spare one of them the awkwardness of having to get the bedding washed without inflicting it on some overworked maid.]Hnn... guess so. Otherwise, I'm gonna fall asleep an' then I ain't movin' 'til mornin', so...
[ so now he just has to do it.
that reluctance buys them a few more minutes of quiet before he finally moves to sit up slowly, wincing a little because he's sore beyond what they've just done — as spending time sleeping on the cold, hard ground can do to a body — and the addition of all his new hickeys and bite marks just adds another dimension to it. still, not truly unpleasant since he also has the vivid recollection of exactly how it felt for ryouma to make each one fresh in his mind. well, that settles it.
he stretches, twisting in the right ways to get his joints to pop. much better. izō gets up after scooting down to the foot of the bed, an act that's accompanied by the embarrassing realisation that he'd been visibly unsteady on his feet at first because he'd underestimated how tired his legs would feel. he's not drunk enough to want to look back and see whether ryouma noticed or not, so he just takes purposeful steps towards the bathroom until he's used to it. now he can look back and he pauses for a moment. he is drunk enough to take particular pride in the knowledge that ryouma's probably enjoying the view. ]
Ya comin'?
[ just in case he, for some reason, assumed he wasn't invited. ]
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Ryouma sits up to keep himself from dozing off, stretching and yawning. It's then he remembers that Izō scratched up his back quite a bit and those marks have started to sting rather painfully. It's fine...Nothing a little soap and water won't fix. His gaze settles casually on Izō and the mess of marks left on him. Hm...Well, he liked it, didn't he? It's fine. It's not like seeing the marks on him makes Ryouma feel something. He'd been so distracted looking Izō over, mentally mapping every curve of his muscle and shift in his physique, that he almost doesn't register that he'd been asked a question. ]
...Huh? Y-yeah, 'm comin'.
[ Not that he minds coming with him, more that he'd expected Izō to want to clean up alone. His invitation is a very pleasant surprise, enough to bring a little bit of color to his cheeks. Now the sock come off before he slides off the bed and trails after him, just as wobbly on his feet for a moment as Izō had been. Ryouma reaches out for him, then slowly drops his hand back to his side, as if he thought better of it. There's time to be affectionate in a little bit.
The bathroom is at least spacious enough for both of them, even the tub can accommodate them both -- maybe not comfortably, but there's enough room. Ryouma sits on the edge of the tub and turns the water on, waiting for it to get warm before he turns the shower on.
He gets in, but moves to the back so Izō can step in, too. He needs the relief of the hot water more than Ryouma does right now. ]
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once the shower has heated up enough for ryouma to get in izō joins him and takes advantage of the unspoken offer to stand under the water first. the heat makes his skin sting all over and especially where he has the marks and scratches, but other than a low hiss at first he stands there and bears it while the water soaks his hair which falls forward over his face. ]
'Nough water here for the both of us, y'know...
[ he finally pushes his hair back as he says so, doing it in a way that's too deliberately the action of someone trying to make it look attractive to have been a casual accident. how successful he is largely depends on how goofy ryouma finds his expression though since he's still quite drunk. ]
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What a kind invite...How can I say no t' that? [ He smiles, remarkably charming given how drunk he still is, too. ] Now how 'bout I thank ya properly for that?
[ Not that he gives Izō time to respond or even think about it. He starts to gently wash him, pressing a kiss to each mark he can easily reach as he does so, as if he's apologizing for each one he'd left behind. Cleaning him up after that admittedly intense fuck is the least he can do.
It's also a good way to distract himself from how much the hot water stings the scratches all over his back. He'll worry about himself later. As always, his focus is on the needs of his lover -- friend. Whatever. Their relationship is complicated right now, made all the more complicated by what they just did.
Nothing to worry about right now. ]
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and he hasn’t needed it so far.it feels pleasant in any case, so he can live with that while ryouma gets whatever he's guessing ryouma will get out of this. ]What're ya—...
[ izō trails off because he's not entirely certain what he wants to say. it probably won't make it any easier to know what he should be feeling or thinking anyway. he lets his head hang forward again, allowing the water to beat against the back of his neck. it pushes the hair he'd just gotten out of his face back into it again — or more importantly, over it — because then his expression doesn't matter. his body feels heavy; the combination of the heat, ryouma's gentle attention, and what's most likely edging closer to exhaustion than just plain fatigue at this point is all coming together at once. after a while, izō leans his shoulder against the wall, which at least keeps him from feeling unsteady. ]
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[ His voice is quiet as he continues to wash his body and shower him with gentle affection. He walks a fine line between a caring touch and an arousing one; as much fun as it would be to go another round, they're both too tired for that. Ryouma's intentions are purely focused on soothing and relaxing him.
Once he's satisfied with his work, he starts to help with the rinsing process and decides to ask a somewhat ridiculous question. ]
Can I wash your hair?
[ It's not like they hadn't bathed together before. This context is much different, yes, but something about it feels very familiar and nostalgic. ]
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[ that question wakes him up and he parts a bit of his hair like a curtain to peer at ryouma through the gap. it maybe helps disguise the fact that he's blushing, at least. his little pout is partly visible too, especially as it deepens a little while he tries to make a decision.
he sighs and his shoulders slump tiredly before he leans forward and rests his forehead against ryouma's chest. ]
Do whatever ya want...
[ he's too tired again to protest much but also... he's sure it'll feel good. and hasn't that been what it's been about all night? feeling good! so why not indulge in this too? it makes sense because of course, every idea he's arrived at after he's been drinking has been a good one (at the time). and future izō can deal with this too later on
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Thanks...
[ For indulging his whim.
He manages to grab the shampoo without making Izō move and squeezes a bit into hia hands. As drunk as he is, he's still very careful and meticulous in the way he washes his hair. A mostly competent scalp massage comes before he works the lather through to the ends. Equal care comes in the rinse, too, careful to keep any suds from getting into his eyes. ]
There ya go...How's that for ya?
[ He wouldn't be terribly surprised if Izō had dozed off during that. ]
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Hnn..? S'okay.
[ he lifts his head, tilting it up so he can still lean on ryouma and look up at him at the same time. ]
Quit bein' good at shit.
[ the combination of drunk and now groggy is not doing much for whatever's left of his filter or the clarity of what he's saying, since his words all sort of slur together. but it could be sort of a compliment if you squint? ]
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He leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, putting his arms around him in turn. It's warm, it's comforting, it's dangerous... ]
But ya wouldn't be so relaxed if I was bad at it, would ya?
[ Ryouma holds him for a few moments longer before he pats his back. ]
Go on an' get yerself dried off, I'll be along in a li'l bit, alright?
[ He can clean himself up without any help -- not that he'd object to it, but Izō looks like he can barely keep his eyes open right now. The important thing is that Izō's needs have been tended to and he's satisfied with the outcome. ]
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[ and he might've intended that to be immediate, but like earlier, getting started takes a little time. if standing there any longer were more comfortable, he probably would've. izō unwinds his arms from around ryouma's waist reluctantly, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out again slowly as he straightens up. at least he looks a little more alert now, enough to make it to the bed and all. maybe it would've been better if he'd done it without bracing himself with his hands on ryouma's chest but whatever.
izō looks like he's considering his options for a second before the sleepiness wins out. ]
Later...
[ so maybe next time? in any case, he gives ryouma a light pat with one hand before he gets out, probably lucky to manage it without tripping. he grabs a towel on his way back to the other room before leaving ryouma to do what he needs to do...
at least he managed to be thorough about drying off before getting to the bed because izō didn't manage to accomplish anything else other than flopping onto it face down. ]
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Off goes the shower, out steps Ryouma. He dries himself off, leaving the towel on the floor before shuffling out to the other room. Izō laying there is also extremely cute and he can't help but lay down alongside him, draping an arm over him.
Warm, clean, and satisfied, it's easy to give into sleep -- easier still with the booze in him. He presses a sleepy kiss to Izō's shoulder. ]
G'night, Izō...