Kira x Ikkaku
Towel
Kira stared at the towel wrapped tightly around Ikkaku's wet legs and swallowed audibly.
There was something scandalous about the way that the towel hid and yet emphasised what was underneath. The tight muscles of his legs visibly moved as he walked, and Kira watched, wide eyed, as Ikkaku reached upwards, stretching, and the towel slipped just a little lower on his hips. The ridges and definition of the musculature on his torso were criminally impressive and made Kira bite his lip, hard. His skin was smooth and damp, reflecting the light in a tanned glow, and his hands skimmed his sides tantalisingly as he tried to wipe some of the water off himself.
Ikkaku glanced around, and noticed Kira's stare.
He grinned, and dropped the towel.