Watari step from the shower.
Tatsumi had been divided between berating the blonde and apologizing to him; now eyes were torn between dipping water or polished shoes.
Watari wrapped a towel around his waist; not before Tatsumi glimpsed black tattoo on pale hip.
His face was flush, but it wasn't the only place blood was rushing to.
Watari turned, eyes brimming with tears. "Just get it over with. I have work to do."
In a fluid motion, Tatsumi had the man in his arms, passion the furthest thing from his mind.
Watari showed him vunerability; he would respond in like.