Johan is relaxing in a claw footed bathtub. It's early afternoon and sunlight pours through the windows. His hair is damp and curly, his skin smelling like rosewater and chamomile.
Tenma comes in, and finding Johan there, he can't help but and run his hands over Johan's soft, smooth legs. He grasps a handful of Johan's hair in his hand—those sure, strong surgeon's hands—and pulls his head back gently, but firmly. He kisses him, long and soft and deep, and then runs his other hand down his chest.
Johan leans back and closes his eyes. Tenma's hand is still buried in his hair, keeping his head tilted back. He strokes Johan's cock under the warm bathwater—slowly at first, but then faster, and faster—until Johan cums, crying out softly, his slim legs and soft thighs quivering in ecstasy. Tenma kisses him again, and Johan is breathing hard, eyes closed, barely able to respond, overwhelmed by the smell of Tenma's hair and the water against his skin and the delicious warmth pulsing throughout his body.