#ojiro

The water running over your body felt like heaven, after a long day this is what you needed. The relaxing scent of your body wash and warmth of the steam that fogged up the glass, all adding to the peaceful moment of relaxation. Until a hesitant knock on the bathroom door broke you out of that.

“Yes?” You answered, knowing your boyfriend would be on the other side of the door waiting for your answer before entering. He peaked in, face gentle almost shy as he asked, “You need anything in there? A towel?”

You looked at the rack, full of towels and gave a soft laugh before looking back at him, “No I think I’m okay.” There was a pause, long enough that you could see the cogs turning in his head before he continued, “you sure? Maybe, uh new soap, or something?” You just laughed again, opening the glass door and sticking your head out, “Ojiro, if you want to join me you just have to ask.” He laughed lightly and you heard the faint familiar sound of his tail thump against the floor before he entered the room, “would that be okay?” He asked almost shyly despite the number of showers the two of you had already had together. You grinned, leaving the glass door open for him as you stepped back into the stream, “it would be more than okay.”

He stepped in carefully, trying not to slip, his hair already beginning to dampen from the humidity in the air. His cheeks were tinted red, and his eyes softened when they met yours. “Hi,” he said, a bit bashfully. “Hi,” you murmured back, reaching for him. Your palms found his chest, warm and solid under your fingers. The work of years of training, as you trailed your fingers over his chest hearing the low hum he let out at the sensation. He stepped closer to you, something in his eyes watching you reverently, almost worshipful as you tilted your face up to kiss him. It started off softly, slowly, as if you were both savouring the feeling of each other, having this moment where nothing other than the two of you mattered.

His tail curled around your thigh with unconscious instinct, the motion possessive and protective all at once. It held you close as his hands cupped your waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles into your damp skin. The intimacy of the moment sending a pulse of heat straight to your core, the way he caressed you softly, bringing forth a sensation of not only lust but connection. Your fingers moved up his body, threading through his hair as you kissed along his jaw, you felt the low sound in his chest more than you heard it as his hands moved. One moving to your ass, his grasp firm as he used it to pull you closer to him, the other reaching up to cup your cheek as he brought you in for a kiss, delicate at first. His tongue brushing your bottom lip as you allow its entrance deepening the kiss. You feel the way his body responds to you, length hardening against you, tail tightening around your thigh, his grip on you becoming more needy. Ojiro presses you against the tile, the coldness of it against your back dragging a gasp out of you as he begins to trail his kisses down your neck now. His tail loosens as he descends your body, nipping and kissing your damp skin, hands not letting go of you as he begins to kneel.