[Ahhh, this really is bliss... Atsushi never feels quite as spoiled as he does when Chuuya washes his hair. He leans back his head to get more of that touch... and to make his head a little easier to reach, maybe. (Not that Chuuya can't float up there, but why should he bother?)]

I'm glad I asked, too.

It was partly because we were from the same place, at first [and partly to keep an eye on Chuuya, though that part has long since been forgotten] but... I think we've become closer in even more ways, since.

You've taught me a lot of things, Chuuya-san.

[Mostly sex. But, you know. Those were some good lessons right there.]