Rating: T - Fluff.
Disclaimer: Shungiku Nakamura-sensei owns Junjou Romantica and all its characters; I do not.
"Hiro-san, is there anything else I can help you with?" A navy-haired man, although thoroughly tired, proposed.
"Oi, I thought I told you to go to sleep already! Those Finals aren't going to answer themselves tomorrow, dumbass!" Said brunette reprimanded, rather dully, as a blush of embarrassment tinted his face.
"But, I'm sure I'll pass them fluently. Hiro-san was the one who taught me, after all." He sweetly coaxed, an innocent smile gracing his features.
Immediately, Hiroki became flustered, acrimoniously shoving many of his paperwork across his desk in a futile attempt to prove his wavering "I don't care about you" façade.
"S-shut up! Why do you always say stupid things like that? Gah! Now I can't focus on my work anymore, bastard! What's wrong with you? Why don't you just go get some damn rest before I kick your —!"
Abruptly, his current bravado-fueled banter ceased, as a pair of strong, firm arms pulled him flush against the much taller youth.
"Hiro-san, you really shouldn't be getting so worked up this late at night. It's unhealthy." The navy-haired male calmly chastised, taking a long inhale of the brunette's scent.
Growing tense in his hold as the younger man exhaled along the side of his bare neck, Hiroki grew even more enraged at the fluster that spread across his face.
"W-what the hell are you doing? I haven't taken a shower in days! You — you — Nowaki, you idiot! Let go of me! Didn't you hear me? Have you gone deaf out of stupidity? I said let go —!"
"Hmm, in days, you say? Then I shall help Hiro-san bathe just right." He persisted, hauling along the kicking and screaming brunette towards the bathroom.
"No! I said no, you idiot! Let go! This is harassment, bastard, ha-rass-ment! I'm older than you, why would I need help in something like this? Damn it, Nowaki!" Hiroki protested, wriggling and writhing about but found it to no avail.
It wasn't the fact that Nowaki could so easily subdue him into many of his fantasies that pissed Hajime off — okay, maybe it partly had to do with his frustration — but, it was mainly the fact that he himself was slowly growing more and more willing into Nowaki's desires. Either out of consent or out of his own lust, Hiroki simply found that the way that damned navy-haired boy managed to make him rid himself of his pride…discomforting.
Nevertheless, their relationship and actions were done within all intentions that the brunette man would always willfully accept; and indeed, he was consensual to every bit of it.