[The bath's more or less preparing itself by the time Takasugi arrives, undoes his clothing and hassles him. Solomon was content to act the part of an aside, almost. Just a regular host trying to set up an ordinary bubblebath.
For children.]
Inviting you here should have been enough.
[As far as indulging went, spoiling. He'd put most of that consideration into green tea and cookie snacks. There's little fight involved when Takasugi starts removing his clothes, but he won't help either. It just happens, and he'll act like it's a completely natural transpiration between them. It helps, that he doesn't find himself repulsive in the nude. Moreover, he'd been anticipating some bit of intimacy with Takasugi since the invitation.
For a moment, he'll just watch Takasugi's greasy, scarred ass settle in the tub. In the next, he's standing, moving to the door to lock it. It's only then that he starts unzipping his unsightly shorts. Much more of an eyesore than any amount of scarring his company's body could ever bear.
The added security is a product of something at the back of his mind; it would've been a pain in the ass if Diva were to discover then. She'd be more distracted/interested in the cookies left out, sure, but only for so long. The fact that she's aware of some strange bond between them is bad enough.]
Is the temperature to your liking? [It can fill a slight bit more, enough to reconcile. His shirt and shorts eventually, finally join the messy heap of laundry on the floor.
His undies, tho, he's keeping them on. Black boxer briefs, one for everyday of the week. He's stepping in with that, favoring the end of the tub closer to the knobs just in case.]
no subject
For children.]
Inviting you here should have been enough.
[As far as indulging went, spoiling. He'd put most of that consideration into green tea and cookie snacks. There's little fight involved when Takasugi starts removing his clothes, but he won't help either. It just happens, and he'll act like it's a completely natural transpiration between them. It helps, that he doesn't find himself repulsive in the nude. Moreover, he'd been anticipating some bit of intimacy with Takasugi since the invitation.
For a moment, he'll just watch Takasugi's greasy, scarred ass settle in the tub. In the next, he's standing, moving to the door to lock it. It's only then that he starts unzipping his unsightly shorts. Much more of an eyesore than any amount of scarring his company's body could ever bear.
The added security is a product of something at the back of his mind; it would've been a pain in the ass if Diva were to discover then. She'd be more distracted/interested in the cookies left out, sure, but only for so long. The fact that she's aware of some strange bond between them is bad enough.]
Is the temperature to your liking? [It can fill a slight bit more, enough to reconcile. His shirt and shorts eventually, finally join the messy heap of laundry on the floor.
His undies, tho, he's keeping them on. Black boxer briefs, one for everyday of the week. He's stepping in with that, favoring the end of the tub closer to the knobs just in case.]