Momoshiro + Ryoma
The initial idea just got naughty...
Momoshiro Takeshi rested both his arms on the sides and lied back on the breath of the big bathtub. He closed his eyes, soaked the piece of white rectangular face towel, folded it in half and flopped it onto his face.
"Nothing beats soaking in a hot bath, right Echizen?" He spoke under the towel.
Echizen Ryoma lifted his eyes from the steaming water surface to his senpai's towel covered face and agreed in silence. His golden eyes were thoughtful.
"Have you tried this when you were in America?" Momoshiro's tired muscles were relaxing into the hot water and the steam was making him sleepy.
"Hmmn." Sitting close to the other breath of the tub, Ryoma recalled his bath times with his father when he was little. He had not been soaking baths with anyone since he was eight. He had found the idea of sharing the tub with his father embarrassing.
"You know this is the Japanese way of building closer relations by chit-chatting while in the bath." Momoshiro removed the cooled towel and repeated the same actions with his eyes still closed.
Ryoma got up and half-swam through the water towards Momoshiro and then settled himself between Momoshiro's legs with his back towards him.
"Echizen?" Momoshiro pulled away the towel he had just placed on his face and saw wet black hair tapered on a fair neck and thin shoulders.
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