[Just this once, Iwai doesn't feel inclined to brood over his past now that it's been brought up. He's content to let Yuri have his glamorously seedy fantasies about the life a man like him must have led and to embody the fetish instead of the reality. How could he make any other decision with a beauty like this standing in front of him?

Pale and lean and muscular, no less pretty for his masculine attributes and no less masculine for his pretty ones - despite accepting Yuri's advance without a second thought, Iwai still feels like this is his first time really looking at the boy who finds him so appealing. And he likes what he sees so much that his cock starts to thicken just from dragging his gaze up and down Yuri's body.]

The feeling's mutual.

[Then he chuckles and shakes his head at Yuri's disbelief as he finally steps into the bath, the laughter chased with a contented sigh.] Yeah, they're hardasses about it in the city. You wanna break my no onsen streak, I won't turn ya down, but for right now - get in here, already.