[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.
[ Yuri's not exactly an ingenue, but listen - they both know they didn't come here to share an emotionally wrenching moment, no? he gets that Iwai has a past and an adopted kid, knows those two things don't go together without a story, and for right this second... no further questions.
he also knows when a guy is fucking him with his eyes. Yuri smiles all sweet again, clearly pleased to see Iwai's big, heavy-looking dick bobbing in agreement with his mouth as he climbs stiffly (in more ways than one) into the bath.
were he the giggling type... but he's still got that coy look on his face as if he isn't in a stiffer (same) state himself. ]
You like that, old man? Feel good?
[ yet he steps into the water obediently, fingers circling Iwai's wrist to tug him towards the water. no doubt he'll want to soak those muscles... and let Yuri-chan sit in his lap. ]
[He sinks down until he's submerged up to his shoulders and ahhhh, yeah, that really is nice. Perfect way to kick off a night with the spitfire who'll doubtlessly give him a hell of a workout before they're done.
Leaned back with one arm slung along the edge of the tub, he pats one of his own thighs below the surface - yeah, they're definitely reading off the same page now.]
[ with a gentle sloshing of the water, Yuri goes from submerged to his shoulders in lovely, steaming bathwater to perched atop Iwai's satisfyingly thick thighs, face-to-face. his arms loop around the man's shoulders, heedless of the dripping water that sends rolling down the darker skin of Iwai's broad chest.
[For a moment, Iwai completely forgets that he meant to ask Yuri anything at all. He slides his big, broad hands from the small of Yuri's back up to his shoulder blades and back down to his sides, mapping out the musculature beneath soft skin, then rests them high on Yuri's thighs and tightens his grip with a hungry little growl.
Did he mean to say something? What question could possibly have occurred to him?]
... slipped my mind. Couldn't've been important.
[Now Yuri gets his kiss. Iwai's lips are slightly parted when their mouths meet and his tongue darts out at the first brush of contact, flicking and teasing without licking right into Yuri's mouth just yet.
[ no, couldn't have been that important... whatever he wanted to ask can certainly wait for this. Iwai is soon licking against a briefly grinning mouth, before Yuri deepens the tilt of his head and opens up to him, long lashes fluttering contentedly closed. the hot bathwater already has Yuri flushed faintly pink beneath the pale freckles on his face and his shoulders, but Iwai's touch roaming all over his body still manages to leave more even heat behind.
needy, growing heat...
but now it's his turn to sigh, wriggling slightly in Iwai's tightening grasp simply to enjoy the feel of huge hands parked there on his thighs - Yuri's cock throbs shamelessly in response. ]
Ask me later.
[ he sneaks out the words before a playful nip Iwai's bottom lip. to coax out that tongue, he hopes. ]
[Yuri's rewarded with a long, deep, thorough tonguing of his mouth this time, one of Iwai's hands settling on the back of Yuri's neck to hold him in place while he kisses the breath from his lungs. His body is caught between the desire to relax amid whirling jets of hot water and the ache spreading outward from his groin with every second he holds himself back from impaling Yuri on his dick, and all that tension gets poured into the kiss.
It's fun, though, this languid sort of start to things. Iwai rarely has to wait any longer than it takes to fling off his clothing before he's balls-deep in his partner - it's just the sort of sex people tend to want from him - so letting things build up slowly is novel in a way that really appeals to him.
Even if he does out the occasional impatient grunt into Yuri's mouth.]
Ngh... turn around... [He just wants to feel Yuri's ass on him, that's all. He's not gonna put it in yet.]
[ that kiss gets him panting alright, but that's exactly how Yuri wanted it - thorough and intense and even a touch impatient, all of them a fine enough substitute for passion where relative strangers are concerned. he swallows up those growls of Iwai's growing greed through those unhurried kisses, pinned between the man's dragging tongue and the steadying palm of his hand, his stubble prickling at tender skin in a way that makes Yuri squirm. and it makes Yuri's own fingers dig into Iwai's shoulders and drag down his big, rumbling chest, until his own hands are both full of rising and falling muscle.
...and his hands might've kept venturing lower, but then Iwai pulls away from his mouth with a different demand on his lips. a very simple one that Yuri still has to slowly process through a that pleasantly dizzy haze of heat, breathlessness, and arousal.
yeah obviously he thinks they're gonna fuck. ]
Oh - okay...
[ he doesn't really mind, if Iwai wants to do this already. Yuri likes to know that a shot with him is being appreciated to a certain extent, but this guy ticked all of his boxes awhile ago, so... turning around in his lap like a good boy is the least Yuri can do in return.
- or so he reasons, until the moment he backs up onto Iwai's waiting thighs and thinks he feels just how big that dick is now that it's harder than anything and pressing up against him. against his ass. his back.
[Before Iwai can moan at the slide of heated skin over his erection, Yuri's reaction to it startles a laugh out of him.]
Yeah, no shit, Tinkerbell. [Still chuckling to himself, Iwai explains the shift in position with his hands instead of his words; it's a much better angle for him to get his hands on Yuri's chest, his cute nipples, the inward slope of his abdomen, and finally that poor, needy cock that's all but leaking into the water.
At the same moment his fingers wrap around Yuri's length, Iwai rolls his hips forward to notch his own into the cleft of Yuri's ass and - there's the moan, low and throaty.]
I just want your cute li'l ass pushed up on me for a bit. Feels so damn good.
[ his teeth clench even while Iwai's hands explore him, even though his chuckle vibrates pleasantly through Yuri's whole body. tinkerbell!! at least - ]
Nn,
[ small and breathy, Yuri's moan almost harmonizes with Iwai's in the perfect acoustics of the bathroom as his back arcs in the man's arms, hyperaware of how hard they both are now that Iwai has him in the position he wanted. ]
Oh, that's -
[ he grasps at Iwai's knees as hips roll against him, pressing back against the thick, firm shaft slipped between his cheeks and biting the inside of his lip as the pressure of Iwai's fingers envelops the entirety of his aching length at the same time. Iwai is right - it feels blindingly good to finally be touched. ]
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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.
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he also knows when a guy is fucking him with his eyes. Yuri smiles all sweet again, clearly pleased to see Iwai's big, heavy-looking dick bobbing in agreement with his mouth as he climbs stiffly (in more ways than one) into the bath.
were he the giggling type... but he's still got that coy look on his face as if he isn't in a stiffer (same) state himself. ]
You like that, old man? Feel good?
[ yet he steps into the water obediently, fingers circling Iwai's wrist to tug him towards the water. no doubt he'll want to soak those muscles... and let Yuri-chan sit in his lap. ]
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[He sinks down until he's submerged up to his shoulders and ahhhh, yeah, that really is nice. Perfect way to kick off a night with the spitfire who'll doubtlessly give him a hell of a workout before they're done.
Leaned back with one arm slung along the edge of the tub, he pats one of his own thighs below the surface - yeah, they're definitely reading off the same page now.]
Can I ask you somethin', Yuri-chan?
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his head tilts minutely to one side. ]
Mn?
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Did he mean to say something? What question could possibly have occurred to him?]
... slipped my mind. Couldn't've been important.
[Now Yuri gets his kiss. Iwai's lips are slightly parted when their mouths meet and his tongue darts out at the first brush of contact, flicking and teasing without licking right into Yuri's mouth just yet.
He'll remember what he wanted to ask eventually.]
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[ no, couldn't have been that important... whatever he wanted to ask can certainly wait for this. Iwai is soon licking against a briefly grinning mouth, before Yuri deepens the tilt of his head and opens up to him, long lashes fluttering contentedly closed. the hot bathwater already has Yuri flushed faintly pink beneath the pale freckles on his face and his shoulders, but Iwai's touch roaming all over his body still manages to leave more even heat behind.
needy, growing heat...
but now it's his turn to sigh, wriggling slightly in Iwai's tightening grasp simply to enjoy the feel of huge hands parked there on his thighs - Yuri's cock throbs shamelessly in response. ]
Ask me later.
[ he sneaks out the words before a playful nip Iwai's bottom lip. to coax out that tongue, he hopes. ]
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It's fun, though, this languid sort of start to things. Iwai rarely has to wait any longer than it takes to fling off his clothing before he's balls-deep in his partner - it's just the sort of sex people tend to want from him - so letting things build up slowly is novel in a way that really appeals to him.
Even if he does out the occasional impatient grunt into Yuri's mouth.]
Ngh... turn around... [He just wants to feel Yuri's ass on him, that's all. He's not gonna put it in yet.]
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...and his hands might've kept venturing lower, but then Iwai pulls away from his mouth with a different demand on his lips. a very simple one that Yuri still has to slowly process through a that pleasantly dizzy haze of heat, breathlessness, and arousal.
yeah obviously he thinks they're gonna fuck. ]
Oh - okay...
[ he doesn't really mind, if Iwai wants to do this already. Yuri likes to know that a shot with him is being appreciated to a certain extent, but this guy ticked all of his boxes awhile ago, so... turning around in his lap like a good boy is the least Yuri can do in return.
- or so he reasons, until the moment he backs up onto Iwai's waiting thighs and thinks he feels just how big that dick is now that it's harder than anything and pressing up against him. against his ass. his back.
Yuri looks over his shoulder and monotones, ]
Hey? If you don't finger me first I'll die.
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Yeah, no shit, Tinkerbell. [Still chuckling to himself, Iwai explains the shift in position with his hands instead of his words; it's a much better angle for him to get his hands on Yuri's chest, his cute nipples, the inward slope of his abdomen, and finally that poor, needy cock that's all but leaking into the water.
At the same moment his fingers wrap around Yuri's length, Iwai rolls his hips forward to notch his own into the cleft of Yuri's ass and - there's the moan, low and throaty.]
I just want your cute li'l ass pushed up on me for a bit. Feels so damn good.
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Nn,
[ small and breathy, Yuri's moan almost harmonizes with Iwai's in the perfect acoustics of the bathroom as his back arcs in the man's arms, hyperaware of how hard they both are now that Iwai has him in the position he wanted. ]
Oh, that's -
[ he grasps at Iwai's knees as hips roll against him, pressing back against the thick, firm shaft slipped between his cheeks and biting the inside of his lip as the pressure of Iwai's fingers envelops the entirety of his aching length at the same time. Iwai is right - it feels blindingly good to finally be touched. ]
- fine, then.