[ There's the faintest bit of defensiveness in those two words, but it's not enough to make him leave. Instead, he undresses completely. A bit hesitantly. Being exposed like this always gives him pause.
But he follows Samatoki. The heat of the water feels amazing, makes some of the tension in his shoulders loosen. He's focused on Samatoki, though. It's maybe less subtle than it should be, but Gentaro's eyes travel over Samatoki's entire body. Admiration, sure.
He's looking for any other wounds, though. He doesn't say it, but perhaps he doesn't have to.
Gently, he takes his hands and washes the blood off. It's a gesture that's more intimate than even how close they are, how Gentaro could shift just a little forward and press their bodies together. ]
Since you're not busy, perhaps I'll whisk you away to a far-off land and keep you all to myself.
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[ There's the faintest bit of defensiveness in those two words, but it's not enough to make him leave. Instead, he undresses completely. A bit hesitantly. Being exposed like this always gives him pause.
But he follows Samatoki. The heat of the water feels amazing, makes some of the tension in his shoulders loosen. He's focused on Samatoki, though. It's maybe less subtle than it should be, but Gentaro's eyes travel over Samatoki's entire body. Admiration, sure.
He's looking for any other wounds, though. He doesn't say it, but perhaps he doesn't have to.
Gently, he takes his hands and washes the blood off. It's a gesture that's more intimate than even how close they are, how Gentaro could shift just a little forward and press their bodies together. ]
Since you're not busy, perhaps I'll whisk you away to a far-off land and keep you all to myself.