[ It's a good pace, one he meets readily. Maybe he should keep still and let Izō do as he pleases, but he just can't leave well enough alone. It feels too good and just seeing (and hearing) what effect he's having on Izō is more than enough encouragement.
The affection in his gaze is mirrored in Ryouma's own. This is...definitely beyond casual. Whatever that means is not a problem for this exact moment, though. He's too interested in returning those eager kisses and reaching between them so he can start to stroke Izō for a little more direct stimulation.
One less thing for him to worry about. Ryouma just wants to serve his every desire as best he can. ]
[ the one thing he will not complain about — at least for now — is ryouma's inability to sit still. it only makes him want more. that slow pace izō's set for himself is nice, but it's certainly not his preferred pace, given a choice. izō moans into another kiss as ryouma strokes his cock and, honestly, at the moment, could anything be more encouraging?
he rises again, savouring every inch until he's nearly pulled off of ryouma entirely, a soft little sound escaping him at the absence. he remedies that a second later when drops back down hard. yes, he likes it faster and harder. he needs it faster and harder. and what can ryouma do but sit here and take it?
plenty, he’s sure. whatever izō assumes ryouma is trying not to do, obviously. bracing himself with his hands on ryouma's shoulders, he keeps going though it's fairly obvious that the better it feels, the more difficult it is for him to maintain. ]
Oi, Ryouma...
[ his voice sounds needier than before, the usual whine more pronounced than usual. ]
Ya gonna keep sittin' there lookin' pretty or are y'gonna fuck me?
[ That's it. That's enough for him to stop being passively reactive. It's a combination of how worked up he is and how utterly needy Izō sounds. He smiles a dangerous smile, kisses him once more, then grabs a hold of him. Ryouma shifts his weight to one side and...reverses their positions. ]
Of course 'm gonna fuck ya...
[ Settled back in between his legs, he pushes right back into him. No reprieve here as he immediately starts to fuck him hard with short, quick thrusts. A far cry from the slow pace of earlier, it's pure desire on his part -- but not just for his own pleasure. He wants to hear Izō cry out again, to lose himself in the moment and come completely undone.
[ under any other circumstances, that smile might cause izō some concern, but right now, it's just thrilling. whatever dangerous intentions ryouma has for him, he welcomes it.
it's certainly not too much to ask, especially given how the change has an immediate effect. izō arches up, clawing at ryouma's back as he tries impossibly to bring them closer somehow. his legs wrap around ryouma as well and squeeze with each thrust, intending to draw him in every bit as deep as he can. each movement punches another moan from his lips, words likely too much of a struggle for him to bother trying at this point, although he manages to rasp out something that sounds like ryouma's name as well.
it's so much, more feeling than he knows what to do with, and it's still only building. looking up at ryouma warms something in him again that he can't describe — especially not now — but all together, it's almost overwhelming. izō doesn't realise the tears that are welling up in his eyes until they spill over, and some part of him feels terribly shy and embarrassed at the wetness on his cheeks. it feels so good, so why is he crying? not that that's what he's thinking now because rational thinking had been the first to go.
really, it's almost perfect; exactly what he was craving. ]
[ Ryouma is worried at first about the tears, then quickly realizes why he's crying: he's overwhelmed. The worry fades as he leans down to brush the tears away and kiss his cheeks. Loving is the only way to describe the attention he pays to Izō; it's impossible to hide his intentions. Blame the alcohol for his inability to keep his barely contained feelings contained.
His nails against his back draw out a hiss that turns into a low moan, one muffled a little as he bites at Izō's neck and shoulder. His affection starts to mirror his pace: hard and fast, but never cruel. It's easier to let himself be rougher when he's getting so close to his own climax.
Izō's pleasure comes first, though. He shifts a bit so he can reach between them, stroking his neglected dick in time with his thrusts. ]
[ in terms of making izō feel less overwhelmed, everything ryouma does seems to have almost the opposite effect, but it's not like he's judging anything based on how many traitorous tears manage to escape.
it's too much and not enough all at once, his heart aching at the loving attention even as he's chasing something far less wholesome. he has no control left to give or the presence of mind to keep holding himself back any longer. his liquor-addled brain struggles on the defence to begin with, so in this, he had no chance. what walls? what caution? it's all burned away in the fire of his need until it feels like the entire world has narrowed down to the two of them. maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe ryouma's just that good. or izō is just that needy. a little of each, probably, but whatever the cause, it's too raw and too desperate to be anything but honest. ]
Ryou— ma—... 'M... gonna—
[ that's all the warning he can manage to give because when ryouma starts stroking him too, it's not very long at all before it gets to be more than he can take all at once. izō's voice pitches and cracks as he cries out and comes harder than he has in as long as he can remember, spilling over ryouma's fingers and himself. he shakes and squirms as he rides it out, clinging to ryouma still and entirely at his mercy in his blissful, fucked-out state. all the same, his legs stay firmly wrapped around ryouma no matter how much they're shaking; he won't be entirely satisfied until he knows ryouma is too. he can justify that as a pride thing if nothing else... ]
[ It's Izō's orgasm that truly sends him over the edge. Not just the feeling of his squeezing around him as he comes, but that desperate plea beforehand and the look on his face, too. A whole sensory experience meant just for him. ]
Izō...!
[ No more words, no more warnings, just a sudden bite to the juncture of his neck and shoulder as he bucks his hips once, twice more before burying himself completely inside of Izō. The bite does well to conceal his shuddering moan as he releases deep in him. Ryouma worries the bite with his tongue for a moment before he releases it and pulls out of him, collapsing alongside him.
The fond look doesn't fade as he strokes Izō's hair. There's so much he could blame on the liquor, but the truth is plain as day: this was a desperate expression of his true feelings for him that he'd kept close to his chest. ]
...Are ya good?
[ Their fucking hadn't sobered him up any, or at least not enough to make him conceal his accent again. ]
[ izō just lays there once ryouma ends up next to him. it stings where ryouma bit him but it feels good. his body feels heavy and his heart is still pounding while he waits for it to calm down, but he's in no rush to do anything but enjoy the content, pleasant afterglow. at some point, he'll come down and the reality where he feels sore and gross will settle back in along with everything else, but he has time yet. ]
Mm...
[ he's not quite ready for words yet either, but it's plain in izō's expression how he's feeling — this rare sight of him looking almost happy. lifting a hand lazily, izō manages to muster up enough energy to shift a little closer, just near enough to be able to kiss ryouma again if he pulls him in a little at the same time. it's different from the other times, what with removing all the lust from the equation, and will likely make his concerns about what he'd let slip earlier seem silly by comparison. later, he'll probably blame it on the alcohol as well, even though any idiot knows there's no amount of drinking anyone could do that makes feelings crop up where they hadn't already been before. it's not how you kiss someone after a casual fuck and certainly not if you claimed to actually hate that person.
at least for now, ryouma isn't alone in having his truth come out. ]
[ It's not at all what he's expecting -- then again, was anything that happened what he expected? He softens into it, more than happy to oblige such a tender kiss. Not a word of this will be spoken when they're sober; Ryouma isn't ready for that conversation yet and if he's not ready, then Izō certainly isn't.
A few quiet moments to bask in these warm feelings with Izō nestled close is all he wants right now. Once that wears off, well...who knows? They could both use a shower and he wants to take care of the marks he left on Izō. A little aftercare would do them both well. What's more likely to happen is that they'll both fall asleep like that, mostly thanks to all the sake.
[ 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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The affection in his gaze is mirrored in Ryouma's own. This is...definitely beyond casual. Whatever that means is not a problem for this exact moment, though. He's too interested in returning those eager kisses and reaching between them so he can start to stroke Izō for a little more direct stimulation.
One less thing for him to worry about. Ryouma just wants to serve his every desire as best he can. ]
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he rises again, savouring every inch until he's nearly pulled off of ryouma entirely, a soft little sound escaping him at the absence. he remedies that a second later when drops back down hard. yes, he likes it faster and harder. he needs it faster and harder. and what can ryouma do but sit here and take it?
plenty, he’s sure. whatever izō assumes ryouma is trying not to do, obviously. bracing himself with his hands on ryouma's shoulders, he keeps going though it's fairly obvious that the better it feels, the more difficult it is for him to maintain. ]
Oi, Ryouma...
[ his voice sounds needier than before, the usual whine more pronounced than usual. ]
Ya gonna keep sittin' there lookin' pretty or are y'gonna fuck me?
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Of course 'm gonna fuck ya...
[ Settled back in between his legs, he pushes right back into him. No reprieve here as he immediately starts to fuck him hard with short, quick thrusts. A far cry from the slow pace of earlier, it's pure desire on his part -- but not just for his own pleasure. He wants to hear Izō cry out again, to lose himself in the moment and come completely undone.
That's not too much to ask, is it? ]
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it's certainly not too much to ask, especially given how the change has an immediate effect. izō arches up, clawing at ryouma's back as he tries impossibly to bring them closer somehow. his legs wrap around ryouma as well and squeeze with each thrust, intending to draw him in every bit as deep as he can. each movement punches another moan from his lips, words likely too much of a struggle for him to bother trying at this point, although he manages to rasp out something that sounds like ryouma's name as well.
it's so much, more feeling than he knows what to do with, and it's still only building. looking up at ryouma warms something in him again that he can't describe — especially not now — but all together, it's almost overwhelming. izō doesn't realise the tears that are welling up in his eyes until they spill over, and some part of him feels terribly shy and embarrassed at the wetness on his cheeks. it feels so good, so why is he crying? not that that's what he's thinking now because rational thinking had been the first to go.
really, it's almost perfect; exactly what he was craving. ]
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His nails against his back draw out a hiss that turns into a low moan, one muffled a little as he bites at Izō's neck and shoulder. His affection starts to mirror his pace: hard and fast, but never cruel. It's easier to let himself be rougher when he's getting so close to his own climax.
Izō's pleasure comes first, though. He shifts a bit so he can reach between them, stroking his neglected dick in time with his thrusts. ]
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it's too much and not enough all at once, his heart aching at the loving attention even as he's chasing something far less wholesome. he has no control left to give or the presence of mind to keep holding himself back any longer. his liquor-addled brain struggles on the defence to begin with, so in this, he had no chance. what walls? what caution? it's all burned away in the fire of his need until it feels like the entire world has narrowed down to the two of them. maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe ryouma's just that good. or izō is just that needy. a little of each, probably, but whatever the cause, it's too raw and too desperate to be anything but honest. ]
Ryou— ma—... 'M... gonna—
[ that's all the warning he can manage to give because when ryouma starts stroking him too, it's not very long at all before it gets to be more than he can take all at once. izō's voice pitches and cracks as he cries out and comes harder than he has in as long as he can remember, spilling over ryouma's fingers and himself. he shakes and squirms as he rides it out, clinging to ryouma still and entirely at his mercy in his blissful, fucked-out state. all the same, his legs stay firmly wrapped around ryouma no matter how much they're shaking; he won't be entirely satisfied until he knows ryouma is too. he can justify that as a pride thing if nothing else... ]
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Izō...!
[ No more words, no more warnings, just a sudden bite to the juncture of his neck and shoulder as he bucks his hips once, twice more before burying himself completely inside of Izō. The bite does well to conceal his shuddering moan as he releases deep in him. Ryouma worries the bite with his tongue for a moment before he releases it and pulls out of him, collapsing alongside him.
The fond look doesn't fade as he strokes Izō's hair. There's so much he could blame on the liquor, but the truth is plain as day: this was a desperate expression of his true feelings for him that he'd kept close to his chest. ]
...Are ya good?
[ Their fucking hadn't sobered him up any, or at least not enough to make him conceal his accent again. ]
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Mm...
[ he's not quite ready for words yet either, but it's plain in izō's expression how he's feeling — this rare sight of him looking almost happy. lifting a hand lazily, izō manages to muster up enough energy to shift a little closer, just near enough to be able to kiss ryouma again if he pulls him in a little at the same time. it's different from the other times, what with removing all the lust from the equation, and will likely make his concerns about what he'd let slip earlier seem silly by comparison. later, he'll probably blame it on the alcohol as well, even though any idiot knows there's no amount of drinking anyone could do that makes feelings crop up where they hadn't already been before. it's not how you kiss someone after a casual fuck and certainly not if you claimed to actually hate that person.
at least for now, ryouma isn't alone in having his truth come out. ]
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A few quiet moments to bask in these warm feelings with Izō nestled close is all he wants right now. Once that wears off, well...who knows? They could both use a shower and he wants to take care of the marks he left on Izō. A little aftercare would do them both well. What's more likely to happen is that they'll both fall asleep like that, mostly thanks to all the sake.
Still... ]
Ya wanna get cleaned up in a li'l bit...?
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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...