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Mizuki waited for the door to swing shut after Akazawa before he began stripping.
In no way, shape, or form would Mizuki change in front of his team mates, much less shower with them! That would be… weird. And while Mizuki was an exhibitionist the last thing he wanted was Yanagisawa’s beady eyes looking at his beautiful body.
Padding carefully across the slick tiles of the bath area Mizuki set his bath things down in front of his shower stall, no one else dared venture inside of it, and turned the water on hot. Standing to the side Mizuki waited until the water temperature was appropriate, just this side of scalding, before slipping under it. The first thing Mizuki did was shampoo his hair.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
After conditioning Mizuki reached for his loofa, pouring his rose scented shower gel over it Mizuki carefully rubbed the soapy puff all over his body, taking special care to massage the worn soles of his feet. Clean, and with hot water to spare since he mandated that no one else take longer than a five minute shower, Mizuki smirked as he braced one hand on the wall.
Now, after a refreshing shower, was the best time to do this. Touching himself lightly Mizuki let his eyes flutter shut, the image of Yuuta bent over during stretches appearing on the inside of his eyelids. So today would be Yuuta’s day to serve as Mizuki’s fantasy material.
Mizuki’s favorite fantasy was of approaching Yuuta late in the night while he was alone in the weight room… Thinking about the opening dialogue Mizuki began to stroke himself, a little tightly but not too fast.
“It’s not safe to life weights alone, Yuuta-kun.” Mizuki would purr, approaching the bench were Yuuta lay half dressed and sweaty. “You need someone to spot you.”
“Mizuki-san!” Yuuta was always shirtless in Mizuki’s fantasies, revealing the fine physique Mizuki had helped sculpt. “You’re… up late.” Yuuta’s arms would cross defensively over his chest, as if he thought Mizuki had not seen his flat brown nipples. It was such a virginal gesture from Yuuta.
“Nfu.” Mizuki would step closer, close enough that Yuuta could smell his rose shampoo, or maybe even the rose scent of Mizuki’s body wash. “I couldn’t sleep, Yuuta-kun.”
And Yuuta would shiver, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up when Mizuki’s breath ghosted across it.
“Help me?” Mizuki would murmur, his lips brushing Yuuta’s neck and tongue flickering over taught muscle, tasting Yuuta’s sweat. “I’m sure you could wear me out Yuuta-kun.”
Then Yuuta would swing around, his strong hands grasping Mizuki and pushing him so he lay flat on the weight bench. “Mizuki-san.” Yuuta’s grey eyes would be hot with desire; hot for Mizuki. “Mizuki-san you’re a tease.”
Yuuta’s thick fingers would undo the fly of Mizuki’s slacks, steady and sure and not fumbling at all.
“Are you going to tease me back?” Mizuki’s voice was husky this time, and Yuuta would find the obvious arousal tenting Mizuki’s purple boxer briefs unbearably tempting. Depending on Mizuki’s mood Yuuta would roughly pull the underwear off, or slowly slide it down Mizuki’s legs, his eyes drinking in the sight of Mizuki’s erection standing upright in a nest of curls.
“I don’t think I can.” Yuuta cleared his through, which would be husky with desire and slightly dry. It would be Yuuta’s first time after all, no one was getting to him before Mizuki. “Mizuki-san… can I suck you?”
“Ah!” Mizuki came then, his semen splattering the cream colored wall of his shower stall, a temporary blemish as the shower soon washed it away. Turning off the lukewarm water Mizuki gathered up his things and wrapped a towel around his waist. Legs shaking a little as he made his way back to the locker room Mizuki sighed. Fantasy just wasn’t as satisfying as the real thing. Maybe he should let Akazawa corner him soon, just so it wouldn’t be just him and his palm.
Padding carefully across the slick tiles of the bath area Mizuki set his bath things down in front of his shower stall, no one else dared venture inside of it, and turned the water on hot. Standing to the side Mizuki waited until the water temperature was appropriate, just this side of scalding, before slipping under it. The first thing Mizuki did was shampoo his hair.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
After conditioning Mizuki reached for his loofa, pouring his rose scented shower gel over it Mizuki carefully rubbed the soapy puff all over his body, taking special care to massage the worn soles of his feet. Clean, and with hot water to spare since he mandated that no one else take longer than a five minute shower, Mizuki smirked as he braced one hand on the wall.
Now, after a refreshing shower, was the best time to do this. Touching himself lightly Mizuki let his eyes flutter shut, the image of Yuuta bent over during stretches appearing on the inside of his eyelids. So today would be Yuuta’s day to serve as Mizuki’s fantasy material.
Mizuki’s favorite fantasy was of approaching Yuuta late in the night while he was alone in the weight room… Thinking about the opening dialogue Mizuki began to stroke himself, a little tightly but not too fast.
“It’s not safe to life weights alone, Yuuta-kun.” Mizuki would purr, approaching the bench were Yuuta lay half dressed and sweaty. “You need someone to spot you.”
“Mizuki-san!” Yuuta was always shirtless in Mizuki’s fantasies, revealing the fine physique Mizuki had helped sculpt. “You’re… up late.” Yuuta’s arms would cross defensively over his chest, as if he thought Mizuki had not seen his flat brown nipples. It was such a virginal gesture from Yuuta.
“Nfu.” Mizuki would step closer, close enough that Yuuta could smell his rose shampoo, or maybe even the rose scent of Mizuki’s body wash. “I couldn’t sleep, Yuuta-kun.”
And Yuuta would shiver, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up when Mizuki’s breath ghosted across it.
“Help me?” Mizuki would murmur, his lips brushing Yuuta’s neck and tongue flickering over taught muscle, tasting Yuuta’s sweat. “I’m sure you could wear me out Yuuta-kun.”
Then Yuuta would swing around, his strong hands grasping Mizuki and pushing him so he lay flat on the weight bench. “Mizuki-san.” Yuuta’s grey eyes would be hot with desire; hot for Mizuki. “Mizuki-san you’re a tease.”
Yuuta’s thick fingers would undo the fly of Mizuki’s slacks, steady and sure and not fumbling at all.
“Are you going to tease me back?” Mizuki’s voice was husky this time, and Yuuta would find the obvious arousal tenting Mizuki’s purple boxer briefs unbearably tempting. Depending on Mizuki’s mood Yuuta would roughly pull the underwear off, or slowly slide it down Mizuki’s legs, his eyes drinking in the sight of Mizuki’s erection standing upright in a nest of curls.
“I don’t think I can.” Yuuta cleared his through, which would be husky with desire and slightly dry. It would be Yuuta’s first time after all, no one was getting to him before Mizuki. “Mizuki-san… can I suck you?”
“Ah!” Mizuki came then, his semen splattering the cream colored wall of his shower stall, a temporary blemish as the shower soon washed it away. Turning off the lukewarm water Mizuki gathered up his things and wrapped a towel around his waist. Legs shaking a little as he made his way back to the locker room Mizuki sighed. Fantasy just wasn’t as satisfying as the real thing. Maybe he should let Akazawa corner him soon, just so it wouldn’t be just him and his palm.