[There's a sigh to mark the adjustment; connotative of you crazy kids rather than any impatience. His jaw will act as a blockade of sorts while he continues to manipulate his sudsing hair. Even after that breath -- especially because of that warmth, he's being diligent in covering every little fine piece of hair.]

They're not.

[For good measure, since he'd been asked. He'll rake his fingers down the back of his head with purpose, disengaging at the base of his skull to scoop up some bath water and use it to rinse him off. This is going to be a process, but he's committed to it....]

It's you.

[Belatedly, but only slightly. He'll shift his weight from side to side, loosely acknowledging something he'd been ignoring at his sides. It's a good thing he is wearing his undies, Takasugi being ballsy and all.....]

I won't have you spoil the bath. We've barely begun.

[Being horny = ruining the bath fyi. Nevermind that their entire rendezvous had a blatant double-meaning from the jump. Sometimes, given certain situations, it's far more interesting to withstand. Foreplay with Takasugi automatically has him settling in the role of Reluctant Twink Meets Rough n Tough Yakuza Guy And Pretends He's Not Hot For The First Six Minutes Of A Seven Minute Porno.]

It may be easier to wash the shampoo from your hair if you were to lean back.

[Do the rockaway...]