Midousuji is being a tad more than only playful; his gears have finally shifted, a little bit. When Ishigaki takes a step back, rather than their cheeks distantly paralleled side-by-side with Midousuji's hunched posture, they're now more like face-to-face. Midousuji's eyes half lid as they meet Ishigaki's, an inexplicable fire swelling in him in blooming, escalating plumes.
Midousuji minutely, just ever so slightly, leans forward—then steps forward, past Ishigaki—but he pauses as he does, resting his palm against Ishigaki's shoulder.
"I'm going to go shower to warm up."
Midousuji hasn't even used Ishigaki's shower before, and he hasn't asked if Ishigaki needs to use it first or anything...
But off he goes all the same. Midousujis eyes are wide, even as water runs over them, staring at the shower floor, leant forward with his head pressed against the shower tile as the water rolled down his back. Despite Midousuji's assertion, this shower is actually ice-cold—to stave off his burgeoning excitement. There was no way he was going to go jack off in Ishigaki's shower. It felt too weird. Or too hot. Something.
Midousuji is a bit stiff when he gets out of the shower (everywhere but where he doesn't wanna be), padding out in his towel after he's dried off—holding the towel Ishigaki gave him earlier, rather than... wearing it. Politely, he at least holds it in front of his crotch, but it's not like they haven't seen each other naked dozens of times. Sure, it'd been years, but it's not like their bodies have changed so much since then.
Midousuji glances away, hesitating, then glances back at Ishigaki. He blinks, noticing that it appears Ishigaki has set up...a kotatsu? Midousuji feels relieved, less burdened by his decision to take a cold shower when he was already under temp to an uncomfortable degree.
"I need to borrow some clothes. All of mine are wet." And cold.
Distantly, Midousuji wonders if Ishigaki's caught on to Midousuji's scheming. He'd deliberately left his clothes hanging on his bike, rather than asking Ishigaki to dry them. He'll use this borrowed set of clothing as an excuse to not go home.
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Midousuji minutely, just ever so slightly, leans forward—then steps forward, past Ishigaki—but he pauses as he does, resting his palm against Ishigaki's shoulder.
"I'm going to go shower to warm up."
Midousuji hasn't even used Ishigaki's shower before, and he hasn't asked if Ishigaki needs to use it first or anything...
But off he goes all the same. Midousujis eyes are wide, even as water runs over them, staring at the shower floor, leant forward with his head pressed against the shower tile as the water rolled down his back. Despite Midousuji's assertion, this shower is actually ice-cold—to stave off his burgeoning excitement. There was no way he was going to go jack off in Ishigaki's shower. It felt too weird. Or too hot. Something.
Midousuji is a bit stiff when he gets out of the shower (everywhere but where he doesn't wanna be), padding out in his towel after he's dried off—holding the towel Ishigaki gave him earlier, rather than... wearing it. Politely, he at least holds it in front of his crotch, but it's not like they haven't seen each other naked dozens of times. Sure, it'd been years, but it's not like their bodies have changed so much since then.
Midousuji glances away, hesitating, then glances back at Ishigaki. He blinks, noticing that it appears Ishigaki has set up...a kotatsu? Midousuji feels relieved, less burdened by his decision to take a cold shower when he was already under temp to an uncomfortable degree.
"I need to borrow some clothes. All of mine are wet." And cold.
Distantly, Midousuji wonders if Ishigaki's caught on to Midousuji's scheming. He'd deliberately left his clothes hanging on his bike, rather than asking Ishigaki to dry them. He'll use this borrowed set of clothing as an excuse to not go home.
His mind is made up.